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Sex at the Freshers’ Party

Palash stared across the dining hall at the stunning hottie who was sitting at a table with her friends. She was laughing at something. He was captivated by her beauty; her big blue eyes, her slender neck, her pouting lips. He watched as she brought her fork up to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the piece of pasta on the end and pulled the fork free. It was a simple, everyday act but Palash’s mind raced, and his groin reacted.

“Come on, dude, get a move on. Some of us actually want to get something to eat.”

Annapurna’s words shook Palash out of his trance. “Sorry.”

“No need to be sorry, Palash,” said Manjit, Palash’s other best friend. “Just choose something. It’s all shit so it doesn’t matter what.” Read more »

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Crazy Night at Valentine’s Day

As was usual, the men were gathered around the bar at one end of the patio and the women were clustered in the kitchen, talking about whatever they talk about while preparing supper.

There was Rohan, Karan, Varun, Abhishek, Rahul, Gaurav, Kunal, Akash, Divyansh, Mohit, Deepak, Tamal, Deep, Rohit, even my father-in-law, Ramesh, and of course me, Sagar. Varun cracked a joke, as usual, and asked, “Who called this meeting to order?”

Karan added, “What is the nature of the discussion.”

Rohit said, “You know it’s the eleventh already, and I don’t have anything for Valentine’s Day yet.” Read more »

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Priceless Maal at Wedding

I met my future bride at school, Delhi University, to be exact. I’m Sayan Basu and was originally from Kolkata, but I had received a great academic scholarship from there to study architecture, then come back home to design homes, buildings, and such. Their school of architecture is a very fine school. I had made many friends, most notably Vikas Khanna . He and I met my first day there and he was a local; well, Kamla Nagar which is like five kilometers from the campus. We were both just starting our first year, in the same courses, and in many of the same classes, right from the beginning. Vikas and I became fast friends and dated many girls, both at the school and some of the locals.

It was during my third year that I met  Neha Sharma. We were in a nightclub at a local campus hangout, and I asked this beautiful Delhi belle for a dance. I had seen her dancing with several guys, Vikas among others. I played up my best gentleman voice and said, “, I don’t want to be too forward, but I would consider it a rare privilege if you would honor me with a dance.”

She came right back at me, with all the charm that a true Delhi belle possesses, “Well, I do declare; I have never in all my born days been asked in such a gentile and proper manner. I believe I can grant your desire for one dance.” Read more »

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The First Indian to Fuck in Space

I’m sure I’ve been MORE nervous in my life, I just couldn’t recall WHEN at the moment the countdown reached eight. I heard the ratcheting clank of the hoses separating from the external fuel tank of the shuttle, hoses which had just finished pumping in liquid oxygen to supply the oxidizer for the main engine burn. The main engines themselves were ignited a moment later, shuddering our compartment. The main engines would not actually be fired until launch of course but the shudder was the final sign of imminent blast-off. Only one previous shuttle had been aborted after this point. We were REALLY going up this time.

Two previous delays had scrubbed the launch of Soyeuz V. One, due to weather, had kept us from even entering the crew compartment. We’d never even donned our bulky spacesuits. The second had occurred fifty-three minutes before launch when a two-dollar fuse (for which the government had probably paid more than a thousand bucks) that regulated power to the crew escape hatch burned out, scrubbing us. This launch signified our last chance to hit our window this month. It looked like it we were finally going to leave the pad this time.

I braced myself in my chair as the countdown reached zero. I braced myself even though I was as strapped in as a man could possibly be. My shoulder and waist restraints were cinched tight enough to break a clavicle or a pelvis had I not been adorned with the eighty-pound space suit. A space suit which, I might add, the ill-fated crew of a previous mission had found pretty much useless. I had no illusions. If something went wrong, it was my ass. I only hoped it would be quick; so quick I wouldn’t even notice it. Read more »

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