Sweet Chillies- Episode 3

Part 1

It felt so good nowadays not to have that stupid Sarah D’mello, whispering cute things in his ear. Damn! How he hated listening to that brainless girl going on about how he was her cuddly little beach ball! Thank god it was over. Prity was so much more sensible and nice to talk to. In fact he felt like calling her and listening to her logical voice.

He dialled in the number. “Helllo? Hi prity!” he said when the phone was answered.

“Aye!” came a dirty voice from the other end. “Who the fuck is this? You bastard. You peice of shit. Dumbass. Whore? Who is this!? I told you I don’t want to talk to you! Why don’t you take a rod and shove it up your elephant size ass.” It sounded like Mr. Mukherjee, the accounts professor taking out his frustration towards Aditya in his Harsh Croaky voice.

“umm... is Prity there?” he asked like a scared little tadpole.

“who prity? I FUCKED HER! HAHAHAHA! She is in the garden with me! HAHAHA!” and then the person cut the call.

“oh shit!” thought aditya. Something was drastically wrong! He dialled another number, “Hello, Siddharth, I think Prity is in deep trouble. Meet me in the garden RIGHT NOW!”

When siddharth and Aditya ran to the garden they found prity sitting on a swing.

“WHO WAS THAT? WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU? ARE YOU FINE?” asked aditya frantically.

“yeah. Who was who? What are you talking about?” asked Prity innocently and slowly she began swinging her swing.

“wasn’t there someone with you?”

“No.” Said Prity. Then she her swing went up, “YOU BASTARDS!”

“what?” said aditya and siddharth together.

The swing came down. “what?” asked prity. The swing went up, “AYE CHU*TIYA!”

The swing came down. “why are you staring at me?”. The swing went up, “HAHA! GA*NDU! C*CK SUCKERS!”

Part 2

Siddharth Doshi had advised Aditya to break up with Prity at once. She was a schizophrenic looney. She was loonier than Daffy duck and bugs bunny put together. He felt bad for worried Aditya felt but now he had worried of his own.

He hadn’t sat for a single lecture and there was no chance he was going to pass the test next Monday. He could have passed if he had their class topper, Rachit Vohra’s brains or atleast his notes. BINGO! What if he had Rachit Vohra’s notes?

10 minutes later he was standing outside Rachit’s Door. He knocked a couple of times. No answer. He tried the handle. It was’nt locked. Slowly he opened it and sneaked in.

The room was so bloody tidy. It was so spotlessly shiny that it nearly blinded Siddharth for a second. After he had gotten accustomed to the neatness he looked about. There was no one in the room. On the desk were bunch of neatly stacked notes. Immediately he rushed towards it behaving like a sexually starved man on seeing a strip club.

He had just gone through them and found the notes that he needed when the bathroom door opened and Rachit Vohra came out Stark Naked, whistling, “its my life” while shaking his butt to the tune. It was such a scary sight to see Rachit Vohra’s naked body with his Jiggling tyres and huge quivering stomach, which was bouncing up and down that Siddharth couldn’t help screaming out in fright. Seeing him even Rachit began screaming and quickly covered his crotch, but not before Siddharth was subjected to the torture of seeing his uncut private hair down there alongwith the extra small instrument that hung from the centre.

“uhh... Rachit can I borrow your notes?” he asked quickly not looking at that ugly ass.

“NO!” screamed rachit.

“Ok then.” said siddharth and ran out of the room. Rachit came screaming out after him but then ran back inside crying when he realised that the whole corridor had seen him running after a guy completely naked.