Sweet Chillies- Episode 1

Part 1.

How someone could get that sticky, Aditya Balani, just didn’t know. In his opinion she was stickier than a lizard stuck to a glass smeared with a tub of fevicol! He was of course sharing his opinion on his girlfriend, Sarah D’ mello, that sticky bitch! She was the limit of how clingy a human female could possibly get. She called him, 15 times a day even though she met him every single day, and it wasn’t just the calls, she was actually physically clingy as well, hugging and sticking to him every single time they met. ARRGH what a leeching sea slug!

He would have tolerated all that rot if she had any sense in her. but its just not possible to stick with a girl who calls you Kabootar, JaanuRabbit and Peanut. She was one of those excessively sweet girls whose brain was coated with sugar and candyfloss. He felt like strangling her everytime she called him Kabootar and then stuffing a kabootar up her shapely ass!

That was why Aditya Balani had fallen for Prity Sanghvi. She was everything Sarah was not. Aditya first saw her in the accounts class. She was sitting ahead him solving her sum. Quiet, intelligent and so freaking hot. Especially when she wore those backless dresses. And when he spoke to her she never once said something as stupid as what sarah used to say every time she opened her big stupid, Kabootar spewing mouth!

Thats why he had gone ahead and gotten cosy with Prity, even while going out with Sarah. And that is why he found himself in front of her right now,

“Prity, will you go out with me?” he asked in as husky a voice as possible

“sure, where do you want to go?” came her reply.

“No, you idiot!” said Aditya, “I meant will be my girlfriend?”

“Oh! Ya sure. Anytime.” Came the giggly reply.

“how about now?”

“ya alright!”

Part 2

The Panchgani Institute of Commerce and Economics, located in Panchgani and specializing in Commerce and Economics was a grand place of great repute. It was so famous that kids from all over the country came there to study. It had magnificent huge hostels, sprawling grounds, and pleasant weather. They also had a watchmen called Ram Singh.

The institute had 4000 students at any given time and its fair share of characters. One such character was Satya, short for Satyavardhan Singh. On the face Satya was as normal as you make them. Well-built, fair, squeaky clean expression and looks bordering on average. The one problem with was that he was a compulsive liar. It wasn’t his fault that he lied about everything from his name to his age, to his shoe size and even the colour of his underwear. He lied about EVERY goddam thing.

Today he was sitting in the economics lecture and Mrs. Das was checking if everybody had done their homework.

“Satyavardhan did you finish the answers?”

“yes maam”

“show me” came the inevitable. And then Mrs. Das saw satyavardhan’s spotlessly empty notebook.

“liar you didn’t do it!” she was angry, “what is your roll no. Boy?” she yelled.

“42.” Answered satya quick as lightning

“LIAR! In the register its 56” thundered Mrs. Das

“oh” said satya, "Quite possible."

To Be Continued...