Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

THIRD PERSONAL'S POV

Soon, the lift stopped on first floor and the door dinged open, they walked out and and then began walking straight. All this while, Jenny had been drinking her surroundings with great interest. Even during such an odd timing of the day, the hotel was bustling with activity. Some people were checking in while some were moving out. The staff was groomed well in sarees and kurtas. Is someone would cross them, they would smile tenderly like she knew them all.

She wanted to know more about the place and hence out of sheer curiosity which no longer could be contained, she asked, "Where are we? This place is beauti- .... umm good." She said, still not willing to show her admiration for something associated directly or indirectly with the devil.

To this, the girl replied with a smile,"We are in the one of the seven-star hotels of Dhanu bhaiya. This is the Anjali Bhavan. This the leading hotel in the country, and comes in top 5 list in the world. You know, Anjali was the name of-" but she was interrupted by the older lady,"Enough Shyama, we are almost there."

To this the girl went silent, embarrassed of taking it so far. Soon, they reached the end of the corridor, and Jennifer froze on seeing the sight before her.

The three of them were standing at the foot of a fleet of stairs which descended down in front of an open door. The stairs were covered with rose petals. The railings had blue and white roses arranged in a bundle, with a small yellow lighted bulb in the middle. The lady whispered, " From here, you lead madam."

Jennifer's heart began to race in her chest. She clutched the sides of her dupatta in front of her face, but despite of being nervous, she took a step.

Now is the time to face him, to prove that I am not a quivering damsel in distress! I am wounded, injured emotionally but not chained to this beast. And I shall prove my point, whatever it may take!

thought while descending the

reached the entrance of the colossal hall, she lifted her head up and saw a hundreds of lavishly dressed men and women present in there. All of them were engaged in their talks. This area had the seating arrangements for the invited people, drinks at one side, number of counters of food lined on the other side of the hall. Huge tear-drop chandeliers were hanging from the roof while the floor

pairs of eyes snapped to her, watching her from head to toe, assessing her beauty, her way of carrying herself. The hall gradually got covered with the theatrical fog, giving a feeling of walking through the white, cotton clouds. The lights dimed and except of the chandeliers, no more

made way for her by stepping aside. She didn't realize when she had crossed

the piquant smell of camphor lingering in the garden air. She moved towards the courtyard. As she stepped on the

wrapped by men

she could not even imagine someone else's hands to be

gaze with an equal intensity. Their stare-down continued

Mathews, please walk to the mandap. We have to commence the

walk, as despite of her best efforts, panic gripped her. She moved to the mandap with heavy steps, praying to

present in the mandap, the priests

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the ceremony in a very pensive mood. Every now and

of them were corrupt. While some were bureaucrats, some ministers of the central level and many were from the world of business. Hence, everything had to be kept normal like any