Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

JENNIFER'S POV

The sun rays stretched out from the clouds like long, artistic fingers as they seeped into my room from the window. It made the room warm and me, cozy. But that's not what woke me up.

My alarm clock placed on the side table had got one great job to do each day. It was of waking me up at 5 am daily. Meditation and yoga was a must for half an hour in the morning, always round the year without any exception for any day. All these years, it had never dissappointed me. But today, even that wasn't the reason I got up at 9 in the morning.

"Who turned off the alarm clock?"

Was what I had been wondering.

What actually woke me up was the yelling taking place in the living room. Though the door of my room was closed, still the shouts of father were prominent. I could hear them clearly.

For what is he shouting in this early hour of the day!?

I mentally groaned. By body was aching badly and my head seemed to be spinning, even after sleeping for more in the morning. It felt as if I had been thrown into a juicer and I was helplessly whirling in that machine.

Then, something struck me.

How did I get here? I was at the party.... in the ballroom... then, someone screamed about fire... then?

After that point, my mind was completely blank. I was clutching the bedsheet tightly as I tried to remember how I ended up in my bedroom.

Maybe a considerate and caring person helped me get here? Was it Tara? I wondered.

would really have been an angel.... a person with

thought mentally, with a genuine smile

The sound of the T.V. grabbed my attention and the next moment, I was peeping out of my room to hear

Prakash was found hanging from the ceiling of his villa located in Bandra. Apparently, the cops have

The news reporter informed.

What the hell! How did this happen?!" Thundered father. He had already become hysterical. He was relentlessly trying different numbers on his phone to see whether the news was accurate or

letter matches with Mr. Prakash's. There are no signs of any struggle in the body which confirm it to be a

How can he possibly do this? What about the

we'll ditch it!

overly thrilled mind. I was barely controlling myself from screaming out loud, giggle and dance

I had to press my hand on my mouth to prevent myself from squealing out of my uncontrollable

inaudible laugh and grinned. I kept grinning like an idiot for a long time and then finally, let out a sigh. I was happy on someone's death. That fact itself was depressing but I simply couldn't ignore the fact that the scoundrel deserved it! Whether it was a suicide or a murder, I didn't know and till a point, cared the least. But I was beyond glad that now, I was

which ment I had to go for a morning shift in the hospital and later to an oldage home in the evening,

chores of the day and selected a fine royal blue colored salwar kameez for today. I wanted to make this day special by putting extra efforts on myself and enjoy the day as it came. That's the reason why I decided to put on a little makeup and give myself a new, fresh avatar. I used the kohl and put it beneath my eyes then applied some eyeliner. Unlike the other days, I decided to put on some red lipstick and have a genuine, sweet smile on my face today. Lastly, by applying a small black bindi between my eyes, I completed the look. To be true, I was

briefed me about the patients I had to operate on and a meeting I had to attend with the directors of the hospital for suggestions on any development issues of the hospital. Once done, I straightaway went to the canteen to have my breakfast. It had been a ritual now, all these years since mamma went away, I never ate in the house neither

the guts of knocking me in a bout of arm wrestling!" He was possibly an intern from the pharmacy department. The other guy joined him, " True! He is unbeatable!" The other guys present

a nurse or even an accountant and they were considered to be the warm blooded group full of energy. They had the responsibility of organizing the celebrations of different festivals in the hospital while we the seniors, were there to organize the birthdays. It was a system created by the directors which kept our monotonous, difficult time to have a twist, relax an enjoy!

a normal sucking day, I would have rolled my eyes and shaking my head in annoyance, I would have chosen the table farthest to them. But... as today was not a regular sucked

and folding my hands, as if inviting that pharma-guy for a challenge. While the other guys checked me out from head to toe in a quizzical manner, that guy smirked. He was sexy, too

den more! Isn't it?" Whispered the most annoying part of my brain! And I

little soft... I promise I wont break your hand in the process" he drawled at