a Jain—grade A, NCC cadet, was a bit chubby but tall and very amicable. She although was more boyish than an

ch one of our 'girlishness' with a sweet smile and will try to go with the

e isn't answering my phone calls. I just don't know...' My voice

h a strand of her hair. He is busted!' The squeaky voice startled me. It just made Neha roll her

at a distance. It was a Bentley. (Rich kids! I told you.) Sighing dramatically, we shifted our gaze

skinny jeans, Ishana was the 'ideal' Delhi girl who was known to be the heartbreaker. She huffed out

ed over her slender figure, long legs, and perfectly styled hair. Everything about Ishana

emanding one, our classes swallowed most of our time and energy. Nonetheless, we adored the pressure and loved every minute of it. We consid

e flings. We did! We just hated how hard the aftermath become. At th

ear. Ven (the ex-boyfriend) was our senior in high school and

a high-ended party. They chatted, got drunk, and ended up with a couple of lasting orgasms that lingered till we came back to Delhi. A

s than you can count on fingertips. Now, the dumping wasn't an issue, but the lack of a boyfriend was! Apparently, Ven had decided to walk out a week before Anne's

n't had to turn around to know who it was. (Again!) Kushagra Malhotra, the jock of our inst

a retorted, narrowi

ranches of life too—such as public speaking, and arts, I was always short of words to define

had a thing...except me. Hey!

ne of them had left me disappointed (Just like Rudransh did!). For a year or more, it will be all good with cheesy pick-up lines, butter

curly lashes, and blonde highlighted hairs which fell just beside my breasts. I wasn't particularly the look-at-me-and-you-will-sure-to-get-a

ously turning down proposals—one after another like a woman on a mission. I always be

man. I needed no reminder of the humiliating memori

you both sucking the life out of each other.' Ishana squeaked. (She didn't! She

ust be wondering why my best friend, daughter of one of the ten richest people

ular issues with her parents who wanted her to be 'somethi

ce to put up which wouldn't make a wider hole in her already cramped-up pocket and wouldn't poke her privacy. Where she could be just Anne and nothing

my Disney Castle-like house with little to no rents as consideration. Initially, the idea horrified her. It was barely a room where

'Blueberries' franchisee and my mother was a house maker. We were more on the scale of upper-mid

n bags, some hundreds of books, and her essential commodity (i.e., a Macbook), I offered to show her around and see if it

l go check on Priyanka. She wants to ta

Priya

t Mrs. Vohra's daughter? The court is being ridic

fed his hands down the pocket and stare

?' You guessed it! I

ensational itchings.' I heard Kushagra retorting flirtatiously as I crossed the

me in.' Mrs. Vohra stepped asid

p?' I asked her, taking my phone out of the backpack. I plopped on the couch and started

er Benchmark. Young Shenoy to int

the link to r

ith new technology. Mr. Rudransh Shenoy has been recently seen negotiating a tech deal with Sankyo. Rumors are that the young CEO i

finalize the deal with Sankyo by the end of this week. His priva

ed unexpected acceleration since the you

nly declined to a significant level w

eft alone to weep at my miseries. I had almost forgotten that he could still be traveling to places, fucking women, and making groundbreaking deals without giving a second though

o never want

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