lookinG soutH- [Story] part - V

My sickness due to high dose of pain killers and my injury were enough to get excused from the IPL promotion. I was too upset with my fortune. I made hell lot of plans with the money i would get from that venture but god is crazy you know, he doesn't like me so much i think. I called up the director of One Source he told me he still have other projects where i can contribute and make some money, but by that time i will leave the good old Kolkata, so his offers really didn't work to make me happy. Paul told his examinations were coming so even he cannot move and do the venture.

After a few days when i was fit for my normal daily activities i got a call from the One Source director and he told me that he need more 100 boys for the IPL event, and its a Bar promotion, and he is ready to give me 300 bucks per head per day and the event will run for 12 days. Suddenly i was so charmed that with in a fraction of second i was agreed to make this venture.

Me and Paul went to meet the director of One Source and finalized the deal. We started working on gathering boys with good profile through our various contacts and started the selecting process. Within the process i never realized that something big, something very bad was waiting somewhere for us, the selection process were finished like the most smooth thing on earth, after that something happed so bad that i wish it shouldn't happen with the greatest enemy of mine even.

to be continued.....

lookinG soutH- [Story] part - IV

Soon, the sound of my heart which was sounding like a generator turned into an alarm of the wall clock, the melancholy tune of the clock made me come out of the dream. 'Man! That was a dream! I wish I could live the whole life there. Why it happened like this? I never been disturbed on any horror dream when I wished even when I was seeing that, and for that I use to hear a lot of teases in my childhood, because I use to pee in my bed every single night. I left that habit since I was seven or eight I think. I was thinking I should break the wall clock in pieces but the telephone incident was still very fresh wound to Maa, and even breaking a wall clock will not make Anjana to call me up and say those lovely words that a man can only dream about.

At around 11 o' clock, Paul came, which, at first, I did not notice because I was busy seeing my mobile inbox.

'What are you doing man? Seeing any nasty MMS right?' Paul giggled.

'I am not a perverted like you; by the way I don't keep those things in my mobile'

'Neither do I, I just see them and press delete, and nothing is wrong with that, its fun'

'Deleting is fun? Or seeing?' I giggled.

'Asshole! I had to delete all of those, because, if my girl friend find about it no? I will be mega fucked.' Paul was so exaggerated, as suddenly his face became pale from a rainbow smile as he realized there is a horrible girlfriend who can nearly kill you anytime.

'Look at you! You are looking like a dominated soul man! Common man! See your face man!' I could not stop my laugh. Paul was looking like the most insecure soul in the universe who believes in getting slaps from his girl friend after every single word he spoke. By the way, Paul has nothing to be very sure like a genuine girl friend but obviously there is a mistress of spices who claims to be a black belt and she is so possessive and dominating that Paul is getting skinny day by day. One more truth is, that his so called girl friend hates me in every way she can, some how she thinks I am the one who is making Paul into the big headed scoundrel.

To be continued........