Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

Chapter 28

JENNIFER'S POV

And here we go.... again! Why was this happening repeatedly from the morning itself? My heartbeat quickened as soon as I moved to the centre of the stage with my ghoonghroo on. I placed my hand on my chest and closing my eyes, I began to take deep breaths. It felt as if my heart would either jump out of my rib-cage and end up falling on the floor or burst within me because of its furious rate of beating.

Condition:- Tachycardia .... Possible reasons... caffaine, alcohol and drugs.... But did I have coffee today? I don't touch alcohol or drugs! Then? I am not that tired so surely not fatigue... But why am I feeling so anxious... why is it...? Hypertension? Am I about to be diagnosed with Alzheimers at a mere age of 27?

My head had been throwing such thoughts to me (see, I have that doctery mindset in my viens) and I was confused as hell. I was freaking out badly. But still, somehow after drinking some water, my breathing came to normal. Once I was ready, I took my position and mam turned on the music.

Silsila yeh chaahat kaa, naa maine bujhne diya

Oo piya.... yeh diya.....

I gracefully stood up from my initial sitting position and cupped my hands signifying a lamp. I began to twirl on one foot across the floor, making one full circle as the background music continued.

Silsila yeh chaahat ka, naa maine bujhne diya

Oo piya... yeh diya....

Naa bujha hai, naa bujhega, meri chaahat kaa diya

Mere piya... ab aajaa re mere piya....

This was one of my favorite iconic songs from the movie Devdas. The song was about a girl waiting for years for her lover to arrive. She had lit a lamp in his name the day he left and had never let it extinguish all these years.

The song was about passion, love and longing for the lover she had been madly in love with.

Is diye sang jal raha mera rom rom ruh

Aur jiya... ab aajaa re mere piya...

Oho mere piya... ab aajaa re mere piyaa...

The song proceeded with the mental and physical anguish the girl was feeling within for being away from the man she loved, as if the distance of numerous oceans between them was setting her body and soul on fire. I moved my hands in a wave pattern showing as if my body had been caught among dazzling flames. I lifted my skirt a little and elegantly walked forward while gliding my stretched foot each side with each step I took.

Dekho yeh pagli deewaani, Duniya se hai yeh anjaani

Jhoka hawaa kaa aaegaa aur is iskaa piya sang laaegaa

I was pouring in my life into each paragraph of the song, as if I was that girl in the song, desperately longing for my lover to come, take me in his arms, hold me protectively and kiss me. I wanted to feel like that girl in the song, embody her, absolutely oblivious to the world and it's rules who only hoped to get to see her lover again. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

I dipped my hips and with slow movements, twirled at my place.

My breaths were getting ragged now. Suddenly, I began to feel all hot. Those tingles began to erupt on my back again.

With every beat of the rhythm, it felt as if each of my body part was ablaze, as if I were pushed at the centre of the solar system near the sun.

I was trying to drown myself in the melody of the music, but with those tingles, it felt as if someone was stripping me off with an intense gaze and touching my bare skin from afar and that touch, was making my skin burn... for more but what..... I couldn't understand.

And all of a sudden the kiss that the stranger had stolen from me replayed in my mind for the thousandth time since the morning. Soon, my dance ended as I stopped with a dramatic pause.

By the time my performance ended, I was perspiring badly. My top was clinging to my chest, making me somewhat uncomfortable because of the suffocating feeling. On the top of it, the eerie tension didn't seem to tone down.

I relaxed and after stretching my limbs and neck a bit, I went upto the granite platform to quench my thirst. I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand and sipped the bottle.

But although everything around me seemed to normal, still somewhere it felt off. Then I realized that I was the only one present in the room. Daisy, Tamanna and the rest of the girls who earlier had been sitting at the corner of the granite platform were no longer there. Moreover even madam was not there.

Where is everyone? I thought.

Maybe they went to check the dress costumes for the function. I reasoned out.

But leaving me behind dancing, all of them went away? Without even informing me about it for once? Not even mam? I felt somewhat dejected.

"Then for whom were you performing the dance for dumbo?" went my annoying-as-hell-like-always subconscious mind.

I capped my bottle and kept it down and started to turn around. But before I could do so, all of a sudden a strong muscular hand wrapped itself around my waist, leaving me beyond just shocked and startled. I suddenly felt my anxiety levels rise again.... and yet again my heart began to race as my mind seemed to recognize that peculiar expensive cologne too well. Goosebumps erupted across my skin. My mind was about to succumb to that buzz when I manage to scream loudly," Excuse me! Who the hell are you-" but I was cut in by a dark, husky rumble near my ear.

"Sweetheart.... you are going to marry me today." He said. And I was sure.... it was him. It had to be him, that stranger from the den. I froze.

What.. what did he just say? I tried to focus with my already foggy mind on the words he spoke. He sucked in a deep breath as his face was buried within my open cascading hair. His breaths were touching my nape, giving me shivers due to its cooling effect on my sweat-ridden body. He flipped me to face him.

And then... I saw him. 'The Ultimate God of Sexiness' as he had been rightly quoted by Amy in the Den. Unlike that day, today he was in a burgundy coloured three piece tuxedo. His darkly handsome face had a bit of stubble grown. His chocolate brown eyes were now dark brown... as if pools of dark chocolate filled them. Even now, every single thing regarding him was screaming menace, danger. His facial expression screamed terror even when he stood silent. He still looked ravishingly handsome as ever!