𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒?

𝐂𝐇 𝟏 : 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄

And then he lifted her up in his strong arms, carrying her to their shared bedroom, "Monica,I want you to know that you're the only woman for me who can get me this hard." His words were sincere, filled with anticipation as he waited for her to say something. But he knew that she was still mad about earlier so he just slipped his hand under her dress, his fingers touching her folds-

"PRITI! PRITI!"

Her mother screamed on top of her lungs.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH, FUCK-ACK AH HUSH!" Priti let out few different types of sounds when she threw the book she was reading, yelled in surprise and then fell from her bed on the floor.

"I hate my life..." Priti groaned before looking up at her mother who again entered into her room without knocking. Typical Indian household. Her mother gave her a so done look before looking around and speaking, "Why you were screaming?"

"Your voice was too loud, ma. I thought you burnt the kitchen in fire-"

".....ISTG IF I DON'T SEE YOU DOWNSTAIRS IN FIVE MINS I AIN'T GONNA LET YOU GO TO COLLEGE!"

"....no wonder why baba left early-"

smack.

After her mother left Priti rubbed her forehead and stood up. Her mother isn't less than a ninja when it comes to throw stuffs at her and not to miss the target. Priti looked behind her bed, yes,she was able to hide the book in perfect time. Guess what'd have happened if her mother found out that her innocent daughter was reading smut. It's not like Priti is a teenager or something but an whole ass adult but being an Indian, you've to keep the innocent image of yourself in front of your parents.

Priti stuffed the book behind the pile of her literature books, making sure that the pile looks natural to her mother and hoping that she won't find it.

Right, college, huh?  She doesn't remember how fast time has flown away. It still feels like yesterday when she graduated from 12th standard and now already college? Priti looked at herself on her mirror, smacking herself on both cheeks as if her small hands would hurt. She looked at herself, pushing the glasses on her nose, "still no boyfriend."

And with a frustrated groan she rolled her eyes, slamming the bathroom door to go to shower.

"WHY ARE YOU CLOSING THE DOOR SO LOUD??"

"ISTG MA, IT WAS WIND!"

"THERE'S NO WIND THAT STRONG, TODAY!"

After showering Priti stepping inside her room, humming to a song and looking through her closet to find something comfortable yet good to wear. It'll be her first day at college so she should definitely make some good impression on other's eyes. Priti suddenly giggled, thinking of how if there would be a attractive older guy she'd fall in love and her romantic life would start finally-

"SAYAN IS ALREADY HERE! WHY YOU'RE TAKING TOO LONG TO GET READY???"

And Priti's delulu mind came back to reality. She quickly pulled out a pink kurti and a white trousers with it. Slipping into the outfit she quickly rubbed sunscreen on her face carelessly. She wanted to use some of her makeup stuffs but at this rate her mother's screaming won't make that happen anytime soon. After applying the cherry flavoured lipbum on her lips which she brought in sale amazon few weeks ago she combed her wavy hair.

Priti glanced a last look at herself in front of the camera, still short, still no boyfriend. She sighed and put the backpack on her shoulders, the bag looking too big for her but she just dashed down stairs because otherwise her mother will come up at any moment.