Chapter 12: Desire Ain’t A Mere Coincidence
Team Name: The Scribe Tribe
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"Ooh la la ... check out that hot piece of ass!" suddenly Jennifer's eye lit just like fireworks in the sky.
"Aryan Ahuja, I'm coming after you hottie," Jennifer wanted Aryan and like now.
Something felt really inappropriate but it didn't matter anymore to Jennifer, who continued to read Cyrus's blog, line after line, page by page, as if there was no tomorrow.
Why would a legal student, who just passed out, blog about an upcoming male model from Mumbai?
"He couldn’t be gay, right?" she mumbled. The curiosity is getting the best of her.
It just didn't make much sense to Jennifer, who now found herself sucked into discovering about an unknown's life.
Much of her own life has been like that. Chartering into unknown territories, looking for deeper, meaningful connections. She started the home stay in Kochi to allow herself to meet people from all walks of life. In fact, it was the love of the folklore that'd gotten Jennifer interested in Cyrus.
The tattoo on her right hand embodies Jennifer's true spirit. Feathers and birds, symbolic of "uplifting" and "freedom", respectively.
Cyrus and Aryan met a few months ago on a blogging tour organized by the Mumbai metropolitan government. They had common interests and like most people of their age group, it wasn't difficult to second-guess what they liked. Throughout the three-day tour, they were inseparable and talked incessantly about a lot of topics - some very obvious like girlfriends, drugs, sex, and such - other not so very obvious like their career goals in life. It seemed like both of them had known each other for ages.
Cyrus promised Aryan to stay in touch after the tour, and even volunteered to promote his portfolio through a detailed blog post ... And he did keep his word.
Jennifer's perfect obsession with the male torso was not something new. As a professional photographer, she couldn't keep away from those tanned musculature, sculpted biceps, and washboard abs. Aryan's scripted chiseled body just provided the right fodder for the night. 6 feet 2 inches, 28-inch waist, and hairless. He worked out six hours a day, seven days a week, enough for any 30-year-old to shape a dream body.
"Hold on a second! Is that our Shekhu? What on earth is going on here?" Jennifer was now looking at a picture of Aryan with the Dutta family celebrating Roohi's eighth birthday.
"Could this be a mere coincidence?" she wondered!
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There is a beautiful flow in the story. Made me read till chap 16 with a breeze. Good Luck :)
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ReplyDeleteThe story has plot, twists and good lines too. The good part about your writing style is reader is always on the nerve of what happens next.
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