Priyanka, Nimisha, Vadana, Kanchan and Payel. Five friends-inseparable and joined at the hips-well almost. I could never be a part of their coveted group. Every girl in the school wished to be a part of this gang but alas all failed!!!

Prologue

I , Priya, hail from Patna. Patna-I so curse parents for gving me birth in a city synonymous with Doom. I hate my family. I hate the chawl, the scooty my elder sister Sushma rides, the rajma-chawal,the cows and the heaps of garbage engulfing my house in this perpetual web of stench and filth. I want to enter the filmy duniya of that wonderland called 'Mumbai'. Having grown up on Bhojpuri films, my taste is downmarket and o-not-so-cool at all. I am not a wimp like my brother who was driven out of the family for wasting my father's hard earned money on booze, nor am I like that salwar -kameez- bhenji of a sister who works as a part time school teacher in some god -forsaken school . I am Priya- the girl who can do whatever it takes to make a decent living and a name for herself. With my peace and milk complexion and a fitting height to complement my beauty I am just miles away from making my mark in the world of flashbulbs and glamour.

I have completed my graduation with flying colours and almost thump my chest with pride as I am the most qualified in the whole family. I am ready to take on the world. Nothing can stop me now. I need to run away from this stench and dirt , the wails of poverty ringing loud in my house, the sobbing saga of my thirty-plus spinster sister and a father who watches porn at night on the late night cable TV shows.

Slo-Mo

'Umm, ahem, well' ...I don't know....Well , why was he taking so long to answer a simple question? Well hasnt Amit always been like this? Gosh, Today he was looking outrageously handsome in his three piece dinner jacket. What was with this guy, man? Why does he do it to me everytime? Its so unfair...

I was suddenly interrupted from my pleasant reverie by the heavy baritone of his voice- " I think we shall get free by midnight" quipped that voice which belonged to a man I was fancying of late much to the annoyance of all my friends.

Amit Khosla -a man of class, style and panache, he was fancied by women of the corporate sector. Something about him stirred those lustful emotions within them. Horror! Horror! I too had fallen prey...But who wouldnt' ? I stayed in his cabin for the greater part of the day, taking down official notes for some client or fxing his appointment for the day with some big shot. But who cared? Amit? least of all....He was selfish and mean, an egoist bastard Yet...He made me weak, very very weak. I really cannot escape from this lustful longing for him every time, i repeat every fucking time I see those honey glazed eyes. Incredibly handsome and yet such a mean asshole. I know I musnt address him like this. He is my senior both in age and experience. Yet I cannot refuse to acknowledge the fact that he is incredibly selfish and can stoop to any demeaning standards in order to meet his needs.Thats Amit Khosla For you-Handsome egotist.Coming back to that statement which he made, I replied " Wow, Sir, thats a great peice of news" Cursing him deep down and felt like kicking him in his shins real hard.However the lustful fanciful me couldnt have thanked God enough for this perfectly timed opportunity bestowed upon me. I shamelessly blushed while I imagined being trapped in his cabin all alone well past midnight. if only I was dressed a little better. I was in a white kurti and red leggings and chappals. Nah! not the ideal set up for this one night in a cabin kind of a thing!!

But hell who cares! He anyways doesn't bother much about middle class 15,000 earning women like me commuting by bus everyday to just see him.