"Bhaiya ,give me Goldfake" Krish stated to shopkeeper munching his own made beetle leaf.
"Would you like to have sweetened beetle? Everyone in locality is liking it" the shopkeeper grined.
"No...I am fine,don't need a beetle leaf,give me cigarette only" Krish replied with a smile.
Krish ignited the cigarette with his secret lighter which he keeps hidden from his mother. His father hough knows he smokes when caught his son looking for a match stick box in kitchen.
Krish earns enough to afford cigarette,to hang out with Satish.A below mediocre job of type writing in a Cyber Cafe was something he could never imagine to do as a LLB.
Krish walks up to the local Cyber Cafe, he sees the shop empty. He sits in front of a computer and types into the Google log,"How to apologize to your best friend who is a rascal".
"Simply say sorry and touch his feet" Someone spoke from behind.
Krish whirled in the leather chair of his boss,the owner of the Cafe.
"I am not a girlfriend that would forgive you after an expensive gift and this rascal has stayed with you for fucking 15 years " Satish spoke again folding his arms.
"Sorry bro...you owe me money that is why I am apologizing.Otherwise I don't give a shit to you" Krish spoke in a fake guilty tone.
"When did I borrow money from you?" Satish spoke amused.
"You did borrow 2000 from me to gift something to that girlfriend" Krish stated.
"Which girlfriend?" Satish spoke out thinking deeply about the various names of girls who he dated.
"The one who got married ditching you" Krish spoke with empathy.
"Oh...that woman. Bitch even didn't return my gifts and got married to that government officer" Satish spoke scornfully.
"Okay, I will settle all your borrowed loan from me and didn't you say that you loved her?" Satish questioned.
"If love existed between us she would have stayed with me,that backstabber married another man,what a gold digger" Satish spoke out emotionally,Krish ignited a cigarette and offered the toxic carbon help to Satish who suffered break up blues.
"How is your job going?" Krish diverted the topic.
"Pretty screwed just like my personal life, that Tiwari (Satish's boss) is making buy groceries for his home. I am an accountant in his jewellery shop not this bloody house maid" Satish ranted.
"Bro,you could have got a better Job than me" Krish spoke out in sympathy.
"Yeah, did got a job to work as an electrician in neighborhood.I was changing bulbs of my house. Fucking electrical engineering degree didn't land me into a job!" Satish grunted and threw the paper weight of glass into peices.
"Motherfucker! Don't break things of my shop" the Cyber Cafe owner Girish returned from his lunch break.
"Cut it from my salary,Sorry Girish Bhai.Satish lost his girlfriend she died in a horrible accident,he is depressed" Krish spoke out in Satish's defense.
"Oh...poor boy. If you need any help do tell me" Girish spoke sympathetically to Satish.
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"Dhriti wear this" Dhaani whispered.
"No! I will not wear that" Dhriti denied angrily.
"Shut up, wear it" Dhaani left.
"Fuck!" Dhriti muttered and changed her clothes in the old storeroom.
"How to buckle up this crap!" Dhriti came out irritated.
"What happened Dhriti?" Aarohi questioned.
"Didi,I can't strap up this bra" Dhriti grunted.
"You are such a kiddo" Aarohi chuckled and helped her cousin to close the bra's hook on the back.
"Hmm...this bra suits you,atleast now you look like a woman" Aarohi laughed.
"That's there to laugh about.I have to wear this spongy fake boobed bra for no reason!" Dhriti yelled losing her calm.
"Chill sis, what's so annoying if it gives shape to your flat chest, your boobs are so small" Aarohi spoke again.
"Fuck boobs!" Dhriti exclaimed.
"Speak in a low tone, walls too have ears.Listen,Dhriti it's important to look good don't feel embarrassed about it" Aarohi suggested.
"Who the hell I have to look good for !" Dhriti spoke out frustrated.
"Men like attractive bodies,they don't care for anything else in women. Loyalty, love,honesty everything goes in the backdrop" Aarohi whispered.
"Fuck men! I bloody don't care about them" Dhriti exclaimed.
"Hmm...you are too naive cutiepie,Time will itself explain you how things work in a relationship" Aarohi spoke out correcting Dhriti smudged eye liner.
"If men are like that, I won't ever marry anyone" Dhriti spoke out angrily.
"Ssh...now come out for mehendi ceremony,Don't think too much" Aarohi wiped Dhriti's angry tears with her handkerchief.
"Don't cry,it will spoil your makeup.Plaster a smile and come out" Aarohi instructed Dhriti.
Dhriti put one of her best smile from the collection of her exclusive fake smiles. This fake smile looked natural hiding all the stress she had brewing inside her.
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One Virgin Girl ✔
General FictionA man is set to find a perfect girl for him but his only demand is that his wife has to be a virgin. Will this man find his perfect woman? Who will be that Virgin Girl? A satire on society thoughts and opinions of both men and women about being an i...
