His Pretended Fiancee`(spin off of Marriage For Convenience)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

With a broad grinning smile on my face, most of it fake I entered my dad’s hospital in my usual white coat that shouted doctor and the one I avoided the most.

It’s not that I do not enjoy being a doctor or I was forced into this profession.

Hell! I still remember the countless nights I spent studying for mere entrance examinations and the courses later on.

I could still feel the smell of hot steaming and strong chocolate milk that my mom would bring in for me late in the night every time I was up and studying, her soft caress of fingers on my head warming me more than the hot milk

I am still continuing my further studies but I have neither the warmth nor the caffeine that could excite me for next day.

I sigh as I sight a beautiful intern, beautiful yet sharp 

I know because I was the one who’d interviewed her for the job.

She was quite serious and uptight when I took her interview.

After a week we heard frequent complaints regarding her.

But her resume being the promising one we couldn’t fire her. So I approached her personally

“You have a great resume, beautiful too” I said with my trademark flirting that always seems to swoon the girls off their feet “I am sure patients would look forward to you whenever they need a doctor but..” I paused scratching my chin as if in great thoughts “I think you should eat some digestives so that you are fresh and not constipated in the morning.”

“What?” she shouted offended and shocked both.

“Honey I said loosen up. You have to be kind and compassionate towards patients. They are already pained and vulnerable when they are visiting us. Don’t mess with me attitude would scare them away.”

Instead of reacting furiously she simply gave an understanding nod and since then the girl with an attitude is a history.

Now she was a changed person.

“My my what brings you here Dr. Sandeep” she stretched her hand for a shake.

“Look whose here?” another intern with greenish brown eyes I call her kitkat resembling chocolate and a cat “Dr. Sandeep where had you been? We’ve been missing you” she fluttered her lashes pushing her not so plump breasts towards me.

Appearing not affected by her stunt I smiled at Sheila who was busy shooting daggers at Kitkat.

However that didn’t last long for Kitkat was pushed by Nestle. Now she wasn’t sweet like a chocolate Nestle as I told her trying not to be offensive but her frizzy hair were more like nest of a bird so you get the picture.

But she is indeed humble for she pulled me in for a hug, her huge frame and tall height almost swallowing me in her arms “I knew you’d be here “ she winked before adding “Since you are single and all.

She started swinging on her toes in front of me dreamily.

“Oh really” another nurse from pediatric department jumped in. Miss. Universe I call her, she is extremely hawwwt! and beautiful and always dressed in mini skirts and tight shirts.

“I always obsess wearing formals and go to office” she would say in her broken English “but no money, no study. I cannot be a doctor” she said animatedly as entire staff and all the patients from the ward turned around to listen to her story ‘I see English serial, nurse wear skirt tiny “ a twinkle sparkling in her eyes as she continued “so I decide then only. I will become nurse” she twirled around “I am still living my dream”

“Aww! Charming as ever” I complimented while she was busy digging into her mobile stalking my effbee account “no mention single”

“Duffer” kitkat nudged her “Its his fiancée who’d updated a break up status not him” she was now busy displaying her phone screen to her “he never logged in his account since a week.

I should be shocked with my eyes wide open at the girls not only stalking my effbee but even my fia.. well corrections my ex-fiancée’s account to.

But I am used to so much attention by all the girls.

Well people don’t call me charmer for nothing!

“I.. I am ready” a loud yell from behind exposing a young doctor who’d recently joined as permanent in pathology I call her chini mini sweet as sugar[chini] and tiny since she is as short a 5inch a complete inch smaller than me “you can always substitute me as your fiancée.” Like her usual blabbering self she continued” look you are doctor and so am I we can easily play doctor-doctor. Again …”

She was cut short by yelling of all other girls who were now crowded around me like I was some queen bee.

No no no that’s the wrong metaphor I can be a king bee but again at least in insects females prioritize over males unlike our society which is still struggling to maintain the balance between two.

Or rather you might say I am trying to balance between the flock of girls who are both fighting and arguing about who’d be better cache` as a fiancée for me.

“Wow!!” you guys are awesome man” I eyed each of them making them feel important and then pouted “too bad I didn’t knew I had that many options or I’d have considered but oops! Sorry I am engaged again.”.

“Awwwwwhhh,” a gritting sigh in chorus was released by all the girls.

“You are back together. Again?” a shrieking question was asked and I debated whether to speak the truth and throw Sia into the claws of these crazy stalkers or let them believe that I was engaged to Genelia again.

My heart fluttered at the sudden urge of protecting Sia.

Trashing the mushy feeling aside I concentrated on the girls who were now busy gossiping “s**t I already sent threatening messages to Genelia.”

“How did you guys patch?”

“Why hasn’t she updated on her effbee?”

The last one actually freaked me out for it was from an old warden from janitors “She definitely would have done some nasty stuff to get him back.”

The tint of red on my cheeks at the bluntness of speech by my employees and the fact that we hadn’t done anything made them laugh at my expense.

Why are the girls in the entire universe conspiring against me?

Can anyone make an antivirus like thing to protect me from further humiliation; anti ego bruise? 

Another nurse hurried towards me. Waiting for another flirtatious conversation from her I was surprised at her tense features as she said “Your dad” she pressed her mouth in corrections “sorry Dr. Khurana wants to see you and he says its urgent.”

‘Okay honey” I smiled at the terrified nurse following after her as he sashayed her hips let right left in synchrony and I knew deep down she was doing it on purpose for me.

While I was about to enter dad’s cabin she actually held my wrists tightly looking into my eyes and if I say I wasn’t intimidated I would be wrong. I was on a close supervisory check. Any slip by me would create havoc.

I tried to take my hands off her grip but then she started speaking “Dr. Sandeep Dr. khurana has had a shitty day, his surgery in the morning didn’t go as well as expected.” She took a deep breath and then leaving my hands abruptly suddenly realization hitting her she added, “Be careful. I really care for you” she added, her concern sounding genuine

“I will “ I smiled at her and mumbled “thanks “ followed by wink and “you are the best” compliment for her making her forget her fears and smile widely blushing too at the retreating door.

Wondering what dad needed me for, I pushed the two-way opaque glass door open to take another round of humiliation from my dad.

Probably he is shocked to see me in the hospital

Yes I might not be practicing my degree other than joining Angie for her medical camps in rural areas and backward villages.

That is some thing I am always looking forward to.

The way those innocent and poor people are suffering due to lack of facilities and education and the gratitude they show once they are healed.

Last time a very old lady bought incense stick and circumalated it in front of me like I was a god “you are the healer; a god” she said almost weeping.

She’d had tiny boils all over her body and was refused to be treated wondering that it was highly contagious diseases. The local doctor did give some anti allergics but in vain.

However with a tiny dose of steroids and liberal application of moisturizer healed her body and made it new.

But however this hospital has too many rough memories for me to visit. So I prefer studying further rather than joining as a staff here.

Dad quiet frequently points out that I was running and joining him would be the ultimate destination.

I agree but for the time being I am stalling or procrastinating the obvious.

The familiar surroundings are too hard to bear and I feel suffocated

Dad sure was upset for he was buried deep in his ipad which he normally keeps locked in the drawer whenever he is in the hospital and takes out during lunch break or when he is riding back home, ofcourse he is responsible citizen and does not drive with gadgets looming on his mind, he has a designated chauffer for him to travel to and fro from home to hospital.

He believes time is too precious to be wasted on crowded streets dodging crazy ass drivers who are always in a rush to reach their destination. 

He’d rather utilize the precious time indulging into various social websites that he joined in; a popular e-socialite that he is 

His followers, he believes always keenly wait for his recent update of status

And I wouldn’t be kidding if I say that there are few people who actually wait till midnight for his update .

Once dad was busy in some serious surgery and could not manage to update or tweet.

He was welcomed with almost 30 notifications from one of his follower c*m ex-patient alone who said he was waiting for his latest tweet.

‘Its like my bed-time prayer” were the words of his obsessed follower.

You couldn’t blame him though. His follower was diagnosed with skin cancer when he was 14 and when all other doctors had given up hopes it was my dad who recommended some surgery and some chemotherapy and the guy was perfect again.

He too was pursuing science followed by medical.

Wish I too had same feelings….

Not running down that lane I smirked at my dad who was keenly checking up on my efbee account

“DAD” I shrieked mortified at his stalking capabilities.

Well excuse my shouting but when the buzzing girls talked about stalking my account I did get that charmer waali feeling[felt like a real charmer] but when dad, my own dad does the same you guys know very well how awkward the look of it sounds.

“What?” dad yelled back in equal force ”when kids don’t take you personally, a parent has to use his e-communication skills”

A ping of notification of message sounded on my mobile and I ignored knowing very well that it was dad and one of his social antics.

“So if you are not reading my message let me tell you personally” he crossed his arms, his eyes still trying to peep through the latest notification he’d received on his tab and smiled more like grinned probably some new gossip that amused him.

“How can I help you dad?” I stood standing behind the door trying to finish off the conversation as soon as possible.

But when dad switched off the tablet and threw it back in the drawer I realized that today is going to be hell of a long day.

Groaning mentally I swirled the revolving chair and sat on it before turning it around to face my annoyed dad who very efficiently masked his irritated expression.

“I did get to know that you are engaged” he said casually as if discussing the weather outside and before I could give an affirmation he added “and I am sure the pretty girl who picked you from home and dropped you to the hospital has got something to do with it.”

I was calculating the effects of the news whether he knew about Sia, of course he knew Sia; Malhotras were a kind of family now. Dad had assisted Sia’s dad in most of his projects and they were more like friends.

My biggest concern was how much did he see.

Did he notice how Sia drove her biiiiggg car or the way she humiliated me when I jumped on the passenger seat of her Mercedes “why are you dressed as a sky” she commented on my sky blue shirt and white coat.

  “you woke me up at five in the morning to compare me with sky, blue sky?’ I complained like a teenager being woken up early on a non school day.

“and white coat as clouds.” She added laughing at my expense.

“ha.. ha.. funny” I folded my handshuffing in annoyance.

“Can I second guess that your fowl mood is due to your poor bowl movements in the morning?” she asked biting her lip to stop her sarcastic smile.

“No it is got to do with certain girl pretending to be my fiancée and yet behaving like none.” I retorted.

“So you wanted me to give you a good morning kiss since I am your pretended fiancée?” she was blunt as usual.

“And some hot session of handjob too right?” if she was joking there was no trace on humor on her face, “isn’t it what all you all guys want?” she asked obviously annoyed

“Sia” I gave a warning glare at her “I am already compromising with my beauty sleep.’

“Okay okay but had you been a little hostile with my brother things would have been different.” She stated the obvious “had you been not behaving like he was Donald Trump and you; the banned refugees.”

“Or probably if I was someone your age?” I tried to put some sense into her.

Being with her was already difficult, she had that certain pull, that attraction that I want to be with her all the time, which I knew was wrong in so many ways.

And to add on the pretense of being her fiancé was torturous to another level.

And the so called list of ‘to behave for me as assigned the two alpha Malhotras of the family.

Right I know you are extremely curious about what happened at the Malhotra residence.

Well I won’t disappoint you either.

Yesterday at malhotra’s residence..

After the tiny earthquake created by Sia when all the good food which meant to be unhealthy and junk by Angie wherein it was the lifeline and blood of all the Punjabis yes I am talking about samosas, chaats and beverages that graced the green grassed garden of the Malhotra mansion.

Papa Malhotra eyed me as if I was the latest model of iphone and Raj, R. M. rude much that he is started shooting daggers at me with his eyes. 

I am sure he so wanted to be a dragon at the moment and wanted to spit balls of fire at me.

“You F##king s**t of a…” he was ready to attack me with his punch, his palm already coiled into fists when Pari stopped him 

“You were talking about him Sia” Papa Malhotra was still trying to recover form shock whether it was due to loss of his food or the revelation that his daughter is engaged to someone six years elder to her I couldn’t read

“Him?” he repeated as if that him aka me was some trash and never in his wildest dreams would he have expected her daughter to pick someone like me as his son-in law

Well that feeling could be kind of mutual.

But like a cat being trapped by flock of dogs I stayed glued to my place.

“I already like him. He is so cute, just like Bollywood hero” Sia’s mom commented dreamily and I couldn’t help the crimson on my face.

“But do you have any idea of the age difference between the two?” gran ma was looking at me with disapproval for the first time an I did try to look deeper into the soil expecting the ground to open and let me in.

“Yes and he is a moron, a jerk who have been nothing but pain in th…” I don’t need to mention that series of curses followed by expletives were from none other than.

“But we cannot deny the fact that Sia chose him, she probably like him.” The most intelligent Malhotra, my Angie was on my side.

Finally imaginarily swaying my head left to right and back dancing I was happy inside my bubble.

My best friend is with me!

But quickly with a pointer at my direction she shouted, “that doesn’t mean I approve both of you or am proud of whatever this is.” She stared at the fallen food obviously disappointed.

From a remote part of the country where kids are still starving due to lack of food, she hates wastage I know that and I respect that too.

Like a kid who is accused of stealing that he admits and feels guilty I stood my head facing down.

The smirk on Raj’s face!

Can I punch him square?

Though I wouldn’t

But still…

“Family urgency” Angie shouted like an ambulance running with siren

And like all the vehicles ahead of ambulance siding up, the member of Malhotra family stood on alert.

Like a hair follicle on a favorite dish I was kicked and made to wait outside while the gang sat on a table, same table which was moments ago filled with delicacies for the esteemed guests 

Sadly that was me!

Yes the mouth watering snacks did leave me salivating too but too bad the would –be groom was here to impress.

Wait wait corrections pretended would- be – groom; pretended fiancé.

A huge, long and time consuming meeting, around three rounds of tea, for Malhotras only

I was only made to stand in the corner 

And guess what do I get?

For all this melodrama and waiting

“For such a lovely wife like Sia this is the least you can do’ these were Sia’s mom’s teasing words.

I bit my tongue holding the thought that the entire ordeal was only a pretend 

But the great Rude Mister. Mr. Raj intervened “we haven’t decided and given our consent.” He said curtly.

‘Who said I want your consent?” like ping pong ball I threw another ball of words at him and then when mom was confused at the banter I simply smiled hugging her ‘I only need your blessings mom”

“Aww” she cooed as she hugged me back “that’s why I  like him” she gave a sarcastic smile to Raj.

“And why I hate him” Raj commented but was ignored as Angie called him to so besides family and discuss.

So after the whole meeting as if it was a peace treaty of world war III because I did observe clenching and unclenching his fist and Angie like a great dominating wife that she is held him back with mere widening of her eyes, a kind of warning that if he went after me, he wouldn’t get her in the bed tonight.

Well how do I know?

Come on I am guy I know what a guy wants

And that is the power a loving wife holds on her husband.

Too bad I wont have this fiancé as wife at the end of the deal

Rather I doubt if I’d still be fertile with both my balls intact by the time our little pretentious drama is over

Crossing my hands on my chest I begged and prayed ‘god bless my soul and umm.. you know what..”

Finally after an hour and half I was finally

Believe m the smile on my face widened not because they were agreeing to the deal but finally I was offered a cup of tea with samosas.

Yummy!!!

If you do not know what samosas are

They are the yummiest Indian high tea snacks with pancakes stuffed with spicy potatoes and deep fried, completely unhealthy and strictly lovable.

Trust me one bite and you’d actually know what a food orgasm is!

And I was so lost mesmerized by the taste that I did not realize that five pairs of Malhotra eyes were staring at me.

A mild coughing by Angie and the transient of my appetite was broken

damn!

A man doesn’t get $ex- okay

He is deprived of kiss -okay

He loses his fiancée -still okay

He’s forced with a pretending fiancée -amenably okay

BUT when same man is forced against food;--- IT IS NOT OKAY

There’d be war and the first one to be hurt by me would be none other than Raj who was staring at the last piece of samosa hungrily as if it was last c0ndom he’d left with on his honey moon.

How I wished I could grab the one and hold it in my other hand

But heck! Sia had taken a promise from me to behave 

Especially in front of her beloved brother..

I guess in the whole ordeal of pretending, the biggest task would be trying to be civil with none other than the mighty R.M

Somebody tell her if Raj is Tom, I am nothing less than Jerry

If he is cheese, I am obviously cake.

But when papa Malhotra spoke there was stunned silence and everybody on alert even the last bit of samosa stood gripped in between my two fingers as I stared at him with his my mouth still open, I bet Raj who was sitting right across me could see a filthy and soggy mixture of half bitten potatoes and peas in my mouth.

Expression on his face?

Priceless!

Yay!!! Finally mentally celebrating I focused on Mr. Malhotra and his verdict

Hands crossed around her waist Sia sat casually as if it was nothing but the quick and fast news report that was repeated multiple number of times in a day and weren’t useful at all.

“We do consider that you are nice guy

But the biggest hurdle in this relationship is the age gap. I” Papa Malhotra said earning a loud cough from Raj.

So the alpha Malhotra immediately corrected, his disinterest evident, “WE” he stressed “do not approve of the relationship

The potatoes in my mouth long forgotten as I picked the tissue from the bunch from the napkin holder stand and struggling to get one I managed to make a fool of myself as I mistakenly spilled the entire bundle making them scatter all over the table, few flew away and on Papa Malhotra’s face too ..

If I wasn’t embarrassed by my little stunt Sia didn’t hold herself and started giggling as she mumbled “always clumsy”

An eye warning by Angie and she pressed her mouth with her hand still smiling behind the cup rested in her hands, I knew

Gritting my teeth I helped mom Malhotra in clearing the mess and once the napkins were settled papa Malhotra continued 

“The relationship sounds absurd since you are two different people. Never had I ever in my anonymous dreams might have thought that two of you.”

“Dad” Sia objected and begged humbly “please cut the theatrics.”

‘Yes he is moving round and round the topic, I get confused” Sia’s mom asked Angie now “I thought we’d agreed unanimously”

Slapping her hand on her head gran ma shrugged “Why can’t you keep quite?” she scolded Mom.

A small petty and cute argument between the two started in which two were bickering each other about each others habits and attitudes till mom mistakenly stated “I liked orgasmic food, you don’t so not my fault.”

“Its organic, not orgasmic you English bomber” gran ma pointed making her mom finally shut down and come back to what was happening on the table

“Lets continue” finally papa Malhotra took a breath of relief “So where was I?”

‘On the table” I helped.

See I am a nice guy!

Too bad Raj fails to acknowledge the truth* insert a frowning smiley here*

Earning an evil glare from Raj, I nodded my head ‘Carry on Mr Malhotra.”

“Okay since you two actually like each other and have been having this relationship since months” I coughed at the mention of months.

I had barely broken off last week

One thing that was clearly inscribed in my brain now was

This pretended relationship is going to cause a lot of trouble…

A/N

I cannot apologize enough for the delay in update;)

So hope a simple sorry will have to do.

I however promise to try and update next chapter a little faster.

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