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

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"Sandy detention"

Detention? Is this a school?

"Sandy do you have any idea what you have done?"

Me? What have I done? Genelia broke up with me. Disheartening part is we never did anything

"Sandy you are really going crazy, mad."

I am. Am I?

"Sandy Genelia is a nice girl."

Define nice?

"Sandy start taking life seriously especially relationships."

Would you laugh or judge if I say that turning around away from my dad I was making blah blah faces at him.

"Sandy" with a frustrated sigh he shouted "when will you grow up. Such behavior is so adolescent."

Oops! Caught! He saw me making faces at him!

Damn these whole wall mirrors

"Sandy turn around.

Sandeep look at me

SANDEEP"

But I ignored

I was tired, tired of attempting to make him happy.

But when he uttered his next words I froze.

"Your appointment is due."

Genelia and me were together for six months. Since then I haven't had any appointment.

Neither did dad ever ask me to.

He was really happy with our engagement, really really happy.

"Oh no" he started again "this is worst than Kohli's son's case. His son's fiancé rejected him because her career was important. But my son." He almost bawled.

Oh did I mention a tiny detail about my father he is a man stuck in an old woman's shoe.

Didn't get it?

He is one hell of a gossipmonger and one and only with xy chromosome embedded in his body.

Well I am not being judgmental here. 

It's just the state of art.

He is well tuned and well informed about the world around.

Only there is this one revelation about this habit of his that cannot be over looked and can also be hazardous

There is an add on melodrama with too much over dose.

So the most socially active dad of mine was fun and by socially active I don't only mean active and has the complete where about or above average intelligent quotient or socio emotional quotient whatever suits the scenario.

Well he not only has accounts in all the social websites and updates his status regularly but is also ready to mint news about his friends and even his patients.

I haven't ever experienced a patient who has been out of his cabin before half an hour, a little more or a lot more is quiet normal for him "he not only treats medical condition but also helps them emotionally" were words described by one of his patients.

"Oh she is my friends cousin's bestfriend and I was sharing how my friend was embarrassed when he wore his stethoscope to his son wedding instead of a tie. What fun and hilarious! Can you imagine?" my dad's explanation when an appointment lasted for 2 hours.

Last weekend at one of the parties he was on fire.

It was a reunion of his college friends.

Wow! He is 50 and still organizes reunions.

Well no other friend of his has time to do all that s**t in name of being social active.

So in the party, he was in limelight with around twenty of his friends and their spouses gathered around him like he was queen bee gossiping "Patty from ENT department, she delivered twins. Guess she is still fond of buy one get one free"

Cue echoed laughter from the group*

"Ramsay, our senior batch mate just got his third divorce. Soon he'd be carrying award of most married doctors of India"

*More laughter

"Sassie the nerd she was, I wonder how she ended up with that hot stud model and he uploads each other's cuddled pictures everyday and guess what age they are?"

What is your age dad? She's your friend after all

*Laughter, more laughter

He has such great fan following that people continued laughing even sometimes when his gossips weren't funny at all.

I am sure even if he speaks about weather conditions people would find it hilarious.

He has a permanent smile etched on his face that says 'laugh I am funny man.'

No wonder he is the head of the laughter group.

Men and women of his age a little younger and elder gather together in a park in the morning. They raise their hands high in the air and laugh for no reason.

He leads the group.

Well I am proud of him for that.

But gossiping at the cost of judging someone?

And its worst when I am the Centre point of the circle like a target of archery, dad the shooter and of course Genelia being the arrow.

I wolf-whistled at my own imaginations.

Cool right

But dad did not find it cool at all.

"Tomorrow we have to go to Malhotras as they have organized a huge inauguration ceremony of their pediatric department for cancer so I have fixed an appointment for you day after. Make sure that you reach there by 5." He declared a punishment before he retired for the day, an ipadmini rested on his hand and he was busy scrolling through i********: updates of his followings and followers.

Malhotras

Inauguration

Invited! 

I was happily dancing inside.

For the first time, the thought of visiting my therapist is far away in the corner.

I am actually thrilled.

I am always thrilled whenever Pari organizes a trip or camp to remote areas to treat the patients, provide essential medical help or even train doctors there to serve better.

I am always the first one to volunteer to travel.

Annoying the hell out of Raj, who happens to be my best friend's husband is one of my most favorite activities during those hectic tours.

That is actually the only time I practice my medical degree, rest of the time I am either ignoring or avoiding dad's multispecialty hospital.

He doesn't need me either. 

It's quite successful and loaded with proficient doctors to fill in his bank balance.

I rather suffice in being his useless, good for nothing kid, someone he is not very proud of.

But he doesn't or cannot help himself boasting to his friends about me; how I am continuing further studies in my profession and going to be a big name one day.

Do I care?

''''''''''''''''

Excitement is rubbing on me and I can actually compare myself to a girl who has already dropped ten dresses on the floor looking for a perfect one to be worn on her first date.

No! I am not excited to meet Sia at the inauguration.

Not at all

Convincing?

Shrugging my inner conflicts I get to work.

I am actually working hard.

Although you'd have fits of laughter if you learn what has worked me up..

Expression on Becca, my room cleaner's face when she saw pile of suit jackets, ties and dress shirts on the floor when she'd enter to inform that dad was already waiting for me in the limousine.

"Meeting someone special there?" she asked a glint of mischievousness in her eyes.

"No" I denied immediately as if she was asking if I had cooties "can't I have my pick of suits" I pretended to check myself in the mirror "I guess I am gaining weight, so trying" I gestured the pile of mess in front of us "which one fits." 

She simply laughed 'with amount of work out you do' she said shrugging and nodding her head, not believing a word and started cleaning the mess.

"Have fun" she shouted as I sprinted through the stairs irritated of the blaring horn 

"Bluey did I ever tell you that you have pretty and rare blue eyes that I love."

I complimented Becca breathing hard as I remembered I hadn't been too nice to her.

"She gave a thoughtful laugh as she scratched her chin knowingly "probably one... twice or more especially when you named me Bluey for my blue eyes."

Giving a mock salute to her and smiling proudly at the silver gray suit that I was wearing I managed to reach the limousine with my eardrums still intact.

Courtesy blaring horn from the vehicle

God dad was worst than a kid excited to go to Disneyland.

Yeah! I sure too am excited, not because of the golden eyed girl that you are thinking.

But only because I love to annoy the hell out of Raj. 

Getting on his nerves and flirting with his wife aka my best friend Pari is most amusing thing currently in my life.

Last time he was about to bang his car because of me.

Oh he actually banged his bbbbiiiiiggg carrrr, Angie's name tag for his BMW

I whistled and toyed with the keychain as I walked past him even though I had seen him through my dark sunshades but I was playing.

Did I forget to mention, annoying him, irritating him is the most entertaining tasks of my life.

"What are you doing here?" Raj asked quickly jumping out of the car.

I looked around wondering if he was talking to me and when he maintained the eye contact I said 'well hello to you too. I am doing fine although you weren't hostile enough to ask."

Well we are that benevolent to each other.

Hope you did not miss the sarcasm!

Well you cannot blame him though. He'd always believed that Pari deserved a cool charmer like me.

Yess yes yes I am that cool.

But he does not know that he and Angie are meant to be.

For those who have joined in lately, Angie is my pet name for Pari

'I am running late" he said in a bored expression.

"So leave. Shoo shoo" I said as if shooing a stray dog away.

The look on his face priceless!

I was doing a little victory dance when Angie turned up.

Kill the mood!

"Raj you are back?" she asked jumping on him for a peck on his lips. 

To annoy me purposely, trust me I know that b@Stard well, he kissed her full on.

Damn you have been married for nine years, get a break.

"The room is right inside." I commented making Angie blush pink.

And the knowing look crossed her face "You are here Sandy. Raj you can go. He is here to share a ride for the hospital." Angie told Raj, her eyes still googly of the kiss they shared

Urggh!

"Where is your car?" Raj asked pissed.

Oh swoon! 

Do I love to see him pissed?

I went and placed my arms on Angie's shoulders filling the gap between us, completely platonic on my part.

Raj doesn't have to know that though,

Flicking on his nose lovingly Angie replied "For service remember " next she pushed my arm from her shoulder and continued 'he's helping me for the new pediatric ward, remember I am a gynaec and he a pediatric."

A knowing look crossed his face but he still maintained the evil stare at me.

Somebody tell him I am not going to burn up with those stares.

He has to work harder

"You forgot the part sweetheart'" ha! I used an endearment.

Burn! Raj "that I am a great company and you enjoy with me more." I teased looking at the fuming and jealous Raj as I pulled Angie closer to me.

He pulled the sleeve of his shirt and fisted his palms rotating and trying to intimidate me.

I was secretly enjoying his jealous tantrum making funny faces at him 

"YOU" Raj barked angrily when Angie intervened

Party pooper! |

"Raj" Pari separated both of us and looked at him in his eyes with a look that meant that she had eyes only for him in the world.

That actually worked.

She also helped him to the car.

While Raj was seated in the car I whispered to Angie.

Well you may say that I pretended to whisper; charmer that I am but was loud enough so that Raj could hear.

"You tame him so well. Now you can buy him a leash and make him follow you."

"Sandy" Angie gave a warning look but I ignored "You need a man like me, not a..."

Well I was not able to complete because a car BMW speeded reverse towards us.

Ha! Ha! Though he banged his own baby with small pole.

"You guys are worst than married and frustrated couples," Angie said angrily as she ignored me and walked ahead.

Oh no, my best friend was now pissed.

Now I knew very well how to lighten her up.

"R.M is a jerk" she glared at me angrily for I used Rude Much nickname of her husband Raj Malhotra but I continued "But he is still a gem of a person and loves you totally." 

Angie smiled and I knew we were good.

I knew that would work. She loves to hear compliments for her husband more than being complimented herself.

"Here's tossed spinach for you with 

cheesy dip" she offered me a small plastic container with my favorite healthy dish.

I smiled happily as I dug into the container.

I am a guy and GUYS LOVE to eat.

"And you couldn't wait to reach the hospital?" she pouted.

"Nada" I sing sang and continued feasting.

Angie was about to mutter few curses when her phone buzzed leaving my tossed spinach and me alone.

You may find green spinach gross but trust me Angie is a great cook and her obsession of feeding people with healthy food has new heights.

"I love you. Yeah I will miss you. Come home soon. I will make a different version of broccoli for you. You'll love it even though it is broccoli just like you love me" Angie continued muttering romantic nothings on the phone.

Can I gag?

Damn why are they so much in love?

Nine years of marriage and Raj still cannot put his head around that Angie loves him too much to be affected by any hot dude in the universe.

Now my profound attraction towards his little sister is really going to be lethal.

So mentally promising myself to try and not cross paths with Sia I close my eyes and devise more ways to annoy Raj.

Spike his drinks

Get media coverage by getting mine and Angie's pictures clicked

Call him RM in front of media.

Flirt some more with Angie.

''''''''''''''

"Handsome!!!" this was a blob of pink, Sia's mom and the sweetest lady in earth attacking me into a hug.

"Hey gorgeous" I hugged her back "How are you doing?'

"Good, missing you." She said pouting the party is so boring except the kid's play area" she clapped her hands dreamily "but I have to attend the guests here these white and burgundy drapes are so not me"

"I am so jealous of you gorgeous" I said she was really sweet to talk to.

Always dressed in pink and her broken English she was a breath of fresh air even though she was in her later forties but once you know her, she can be fun

"Narendra Modi our prime minister I got the news is quite influenced by you." I commented as I took in her pink saree with golden border. She even managed pink wedges and her pink ear loops were to die for.

'Really" she was shocked as if she'd done something wrong. "how can I sick any one?"

"Sick?" now it was my time to be shocked.

"You said I flued him. In...flu...enza How can I give him flu, viral fever when I have never ever met him?" she asked innocently.

Awww!!

"No his word was influenced." Sia interrupted.

I tried not to look at how breathtakingly beautiful she looked in her red dress, her pin stripped sleeves enhancing the shoulder blades

'No I am not looking at her

I am not gawking'

I forced my eyes on Raj's mother's pink eye liner.

Yes her eyes were lined with some pink make up

Unusual though!

She is definitely that unique

"Sorry I meant he liked your idea of pink so he changed India's biggest currency into color pink."

'Hae!" she hit me playfully "Truly the charmer. Shoo! Go away stop flirting with me. Go find young girls" she said still smiling at the compliment "get married. All your friends are married by now."

"San..." Sia called but I focused on Raj who was devastated in looks. 

And I hadn't done anything yet

"Sandeep" Raj called and looked around confirming if I was the only Sandeep here.

Huffing with loss of breaths he managed to speak, "Pari needs you."

"Wow!" I patted on his back feeling victorious "Finally she realized what a man I am. Your masculinity" I stared at him top to bottom lingering a little longer at his manhood "You do lack in.."

Cursing under his breath Raj did not let me complete "listen man, there is a kid in the pediatric ward and he is getting convulsions. All other pediatricians are busy doing their stuff and with loads of cancer patients especially children due to the free camp." Finding all his explanation futile he said firmly "Listen mate I have no time to explain." His voice sounded tired; his disheveled tie, open white suit jacket said it all. He was too stressed "I only know Pari is taking care of the kids. Since she's a gynaec and you pediatric she believes you can do better. Now will you hurr..."

I did not let him finish. I might not be a full time practitioner but whenever my services are needed I am more than happy or you may say obliged to help.

'''''''''''''

I could hug my self, pat myself even award and felicitate myself for my achievement 

Yes I was doing a great job avoiding Sia while each and every nerve of my body wanted to be with her, smile at her petty jokes, listen to the wholesome laughter of hers even at the cost of my humiliation.

But I knew I shouldn't and I didn't

Joy boy!

I have dodged her easily by getting busier with my frat mates thankfully they were all married by now and were pre occupied with their families, one of them was even ordered to get the diaper of his seven month old boy changed because his wife argued that he was a boy and should only be taken to Men's restroom. 

So I made myself comfortable at the kid's zone area where the kids from the pediatric ward were playing and having fun.

Of course there were nurses designated to take care of them and I did try my charms on them.

Some had pretty face

Some had beautiful eyes.

Some had figure to die for and I complimented each and every one of them when kids pulled me to play games with them.

"No you can see. YOU are cheating." I yelled when one of the kids with blindfold was on his way to catch me.

If you didn't get me, I was playing blind man's bluff with eight years old and under.

"No Sandy it's so dark in here, only your blabbering mouth is helping me locate you." Pumpkin, the guy who had blindfold was named by me because he was wearing an orange shirt with green buttons.

"You know I should be offended by your comment" I pouted when Pinky held me from my elbows.

No I did not name her pinky because of her pink dress, so chill with your judgments.

This girl's name is Pinky and I love that her cheeks turn pink whenever I compliment her so I call her Pinky only.

"Come on its dance time Sandy and all the girls are waiting for your infamous glass on top dance." She said with such cute puppy dog eyes that I couldn't deny.

"Times up Pumpkin." I let him hold my hands to give him sense of victory "You win"

"Yay I won, I won. I caught Sandy" he raised his hands in the air in celebration and danced all around the decorated kid's area making me laugh even at my offence.

A cold glass was forced into my hands by Pinky and I smiled taking a sip. 

'No.. no. you cannot drink it." She said sternly "Dance with it."

"Dance.. Dance... dance" this was chorused by all the children from the pediatric ward and few more might have joined in especially since I recognize few from kids who are not patients but are from my friends circle.

Whoa! I could rejoice at my popularity among the kids but when you are only 29 year old one in the lot and the clapping followed by dance attracts attention of each and every invitee from the event, you tend to get conscious.

I procrastinated with the crystal glass in my hand when another girl probably five or less and bald tugged my arms softly "please dance I am eager to see you dance."

Her baldness shouted chemotherapy yet the glint of hope in her eye spoke volumes of pain and suffering, I couldn't resist myself.

Bending a bit, I placed the glass filled with orange juice on my forehead and started standing slowly and gradually maintaining balance enough not to spill the orange liquid.

Once comfortably on my feet, glass still rested on my forehead as the kids echoed 'Dance dance dance" I raised my hands one by one and pretended to dance with my pointers raised upwards.

Soon the song "I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight started playing and I started dancing full on.

Most of the kids too joined in, few start of the teen boys also picked Styrofoam glasses filled with water and copied my steps.

I was now comfortably enjoying the dance and music having fun of my life even when I knew I was looking like a fool dancing on a song with a girl singing.

'Who cares!' this is exactly what I thought when a beautiful skinny girl with golden eyes attracted my line of vision; her hair swaying as she slowly covered the distance between us.

So much for avoiding her!

Then she started laughing hysteriously...

What is the equation between her and her laughing?

Too lost admiring her beauty and reciprocating her presence I did not realize that the glass of juice had now kissed the carpeted ground and in the process stained my Louis Vuitton shirt.

Darn joy killer!

"Just when I thought the other day was only a bad day for you bumping into accidents, you proved me wrong" Sia said as she pulled me from my tie and started wiping the remnants of orange liquid from my dress shirt. "You are an accident magnet."

Scratching my head embarrassed at my antic I shrugged my shoulders still smiling and enjoying her proximity.

"It's ruined." I stated.

"Yeah I guess." Sia said as she continued scrubbing the stains from my shirt.

"No the evening." I said standing straight pushing Sia slightly and softly away at a comfortable distance.

She wrinkled her eyebrows confused and when she followed my eyes she opened her mouth into a sympathetic 'o' when she saw Genelia approaching us.

"Ouch! Your ex" Sia dramatically exclaimed, "Is it a bad news?"