SidNi FF: No Strings Attached:Mod note pg6 - Page 3

Originally posted by: skinnypal

Not innovative but you can go with the movie names like

Friends with Benefits

No strings Attached

which were based on similar plot line.

I think I will go with No Strings Attached. 😳
Thnx Pallavi 😃

Originally posted by: -kanishka-

I think I will go with No Strings Attached. 😳
Thnx Pallavi 😃

Chapter 2

\"There really isn't much to tell, Kritika," I shrugged. "Krish made the executive decision to end things."

"Siddarth said you were crying a lot last night. He was worried about you," Kritika frowned.

"Kritika, Siddarth worries if I don't come home on time. He's a perpetual worrier," I deadpanned. "I love your brother, but he's going to go grey before he hits thirty."

"It's part of being the middle child. He's the nurturer of our bunch," Kritika said, tapping her lips. "He's had to come between me and Emmett more times than not. Plus, he hates to see people he cares for to be hurt. Do you remember James and that whole debacle?"

James was Kritika's ex-boyfriend from college. They were together for two years when Kritika walked in on James having a threesome on Kritika's bed in her apartment. Kritika was a sobbing, hysterical mess because she thought that James was her soul mate. He, apparently, was not convinced and needed to find himself with Victoria and Laurent, two classmates from his intro to theater class. Siddarth flew out from Harvard Law to come and console his sister because I was student teaching in the suburbs. I didn't have a car and couldn't take any time off due to the stringent rules the college set up for my student teaching experience. He also almost got arrested for beating James into a bloody pulp when James had the gall to show his weasly little face at Kritika's apartment, begging for forgiveness. Despite the fact that Siddarth had two broken knuckles, he spent the entire weekend consoling Kritika, not to mention moving her into another apartment. He needed to make sure his baby sister was safe.

Siddarth is an overbearing, protective brother bear. But it's one of the many things we all love about him.

If it wasn't for Siddarth, I'd be working in one of the many suburbs of Chicago and not enjoying my life in the city. My parents were so hesitant on letting me live in Chicago because of the soaring crime rate. But, Siddarth assured Papa Patel, AKA The Chief,' that we'd be in a safe neighborhood. Hence, this absolutely gorgeous apartment that we share. I still don't know how Siddarth and I can afford this. I mean, I'm a lowly second year teacher who makes pittance, and he's an associate attorney, starting from the ground up in a large firm.

Yes, Siddarth's family came from money, but he was always quick to say that it was his parents' money. Not his. All of the Khurana's have trust funds, but Siddarth was determined to never touch his unless absolutely necessary.

"Roshni, you're spacing out," Kritika said, shoving my shoulder.

"Sorry," I replied, shaking my head. "I think the wine killed more of my brain cells that I anticipated."

"You know what makes a hangover go away?" Kritika asked, her eyes twinkling. I arched a brow. "More booze!"

"Ugh, Kritika, no thanks. Can we just laze around, watch some bad chick flicks and veg?" I asked, whining slightly. "I also need to start grading my sophomore's tests on Fahrenheit 451. I promised them that I'd have them graded by Monday. Some of my girls are so anal about their grades."

"You work just as hard as Siddarth," Kritika snickered. "You two would be a perfect couple! Oh my GOSH! Imagine your babies."

"Kritika, no," I said as I walked to my room to grab my messenger bag with the tests. "I love Siddarth. Don't get me wrong, but thinking of him in that way? It's almost incestuous. You are my sister from another mister." Siddarth was good looking...okay, good looking is an understatement... with crazy bronze hair that never laid straight, a strong jaw line and sleek muscles, but he...

No!

Just no.

She smiled coyly, hopping up to choose a movie. Hopefully, she was letting this go. It would be weird for Siddarth and me to be a couple. Yes, we live together. Yes, we can practically finish each other's sentences, know each other's likes and dislikes, but he's Siddarth. My dorky, overprotective quasi brother. Just ignore Kritika's comment and read about how my sophomores completely missed the point of Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451.

The rest of the afternoon was quiet, save for the chick flicks Kritika put in. I managed to grade two sections of the tests and was moderately impressed in the fact that they didn't suck. Around five, Siddarth came back, carrying two large pizza boxes and a six pack of Dos Equis. I opted to not drink since I never fully got over my hangover from last night. I stuck with water and ate my pizza, loaded with all of my favorite toppings. Siddarth even got me a slice of vanilla bean cheesecake, which is my favorite dessert, to cheer me up. I smiled, deciding to save it for tomorrow.

Kritika left after eating pizza, heading out to a club with Rajeev. She tried to convince me to go with her, but I needed time to wallow.

I went up to my room to finish grading my tests. I also needed to start planning my next unit. I knew what novel I was going to do, but I needed a hook to get the student's attention. Putting on my own reading glasses, I logged into my computer and searched online for suggestions. Siddarth knocked on the door, leaning nonchalantly against the door jamb. "You okay, Rosh?"

Looking up at him, I smiled softly. He was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a button down. His hair was its usual mess, but even more so from his hands probably tugging at it. "I'll be fine. I'm more upset that I didn't break up with him, you know?"

Siddarth nodded. "It's better to be the dumper and not the dumpee," he chuckled. "I personally wouldn't know since I've always been the dumpee, but knowing my type-A, control freak tendencies, it would make sense."

"Any time you have your feelings toyed with, it sucks," I shrugged. "I knew that Krish wasn't the love of my life. I was just going through the motions with him. Plus, he was so much older than me. The fact that he was mid-thirties and not married, should have been a huge indicator that he was a commitment-phobe."

"I just hate to see you sad, Rosh," Siddarth said, his green eyes downcast.

"How often was I happy with Krish?" I asked.

"Not very," Siddarth snorted. "I guess this was a blessing in disguise." He turned to go to his bedroom. "Sleep well, Rosh."

"Siddarth?" I called out. He stopped, putting his hand on my door. "Thank you for being there last night. I really needed that."

"What are friends for," he said, grinning crookedly. "You want this open or closed?"

"Closed, please. I'm going to finish getting ideas for The Lord of the Flies and then go to bed," I said. He gave me a little wave before closing the door softly. The sound of some quiet jazz filled my room. Siddarth liked to relax while listening to music before he went to bed. The lilting sound of the jazz music caused my eyes to droop and I fell asleep with my laptop on my bed.

On Monday, I dragged my body to work. I was lucky enough to get a job at Whitney Young Magnet High School. With my stellar grades and glowing recommendations, I was hired as soon as I graduated. However, I didn't want to go to work after the crappy weekend I had, but I have to pay off my student loans.

My classes went well for the morning. I had one snafu during my class right before lunch.

Krish texted me.

B ~ You have the following items at your apartment. I need them back. Can I pick them up after work today? ~ P

He included a list of twenty things. Some of it was stuff he left at the apartment when he stayed over: sleep pants, t-shirts and deodorant. The rest, I'd never even heard of or seen. His iPod? I don't have that.

Krish ~ I have a staff meeting and half of this shit, I don't know what you're talking about. Did you check your place? I do NOT have your iPod. ~ Roshni

B ~ I'd hate to have to take you to court over my missing iPod. I know you used it. Please check. Also, I need twenty-five bucks for the meal on Friday. ~ P

"Miss Patel? Are you okay?" asked one of my students, Tia. "You look like you're about to kill someone or cry."

"I'm fine," I said, placing my cell phone into my desk drawer after I turned it off. "Okay, everyone. I need you to turn to your shoulder partners and share with them what items you'd have to bring to a deserted island. Remember, explain why you want to bring them. You have until the end of the period to discuss and your brainstorming sheet is due on my desk before you go."

The last ten minutes of class went by quickly before the bell rang. I told my class to read the first chapter of The Lord of the Flies and jot down three questions they had about the novel. Once they were gone, I slumped in my chair. Not knowing what to do, I called Siddarth. I knew he was in the office all day today. He was usually in court on Thursdays and Fridays for the firm.

"DenKritika, Volturi and Romani, this is Siddarth Khurana speaking," he said professionally.

"Can you kick Krish's ass?" I whimpered.

"What did he do?" Siddarth asked, his professional tenor melting away to one of concern.

"Hold on. Let me text you our conversation..." I quickly forwarded Krish's text conversation to Siddarth. His cell phone beeped and I heard him growl. "Can you say asshole?"

"That's putting it mildly. He can't take you to court. If he does, it would be to small claims court and it would be more of a hassle to deal with that," Siddarth said. "I'm available tomorrow after work. When he comes over to get his crap, I want to be there."

"Are you acting as my protective big brother or my attorney?" I quipped.

"Both," he snickered. "And do NOT pay him for that meal. That is so petty. He broke up with you. The least he can do is buy you your meal."

"Siddarth?" I sighed, toying with my long brown hair.

"Yeah, Rosh?"

"Thanks," I said quietly.

"What are friends for?"

I hung up my phone, frowning deeply. Krish was a complete and total bag of douche. He was treating my best friend like she was the scum of the earth. What the hell did she see in him in the first place? Roshni deserved so much better than him. Someone who saw her for the smart, beautiful and snarky woman she is.

Shaking my head, I turned back to my laptop and continued my research for the case I was assigned. I worked in the law firm for DenKritika, Volturi and Romani. We were a large firm, spanning from trial attorneys to adoption cases. I was assigned a civil case revolving around a woman claiming she was injured on the job. We were representing the woman's employer. They were certain that she was milking the system and abusing her workman's comp claim. I was sitting second chair, which meant that I could possibly actually be an attorney as opposed to a glorified go-fer.

I made good money at the law office, but I wanted to actually put my law degree to good use. I wanted to fight for the little guy and have him win big. You can't do that when all you do is read law briefs, conduct depositions and fetch coffee.

Okay, my job isn't that bad. At least I wasn't a junior associate. In the four years I'd worked at the firm, I moved up the ranks quickly. My lack of social life definitely helped with that. When you don't have a girlfriend, you don't go out. And when you don't go out, you work.

Non-stop.

Roshni teases me all of the time that I'm a workaholic.

I am, but that's because it's what I've always done.

For a couple of reasons. Number one, I always have to prove myself. Being the middle child, I never was starved of attention but I wasn't a huge jock like my brother, Emmett or adorable like my little sister, Kritika. I was the quiet, bookish one who always got good grades and never caused a stir. The way I excelled was in school and my graduate degree. I graduated Summa Cum Laude in both my undergrad and law school. I was hired by one of the biggest and best firms in Chicago. I was the apple of my parent's eye for a nanosecond, until Kritika was born. I knew my parents loved me, but I can't compete with short, cute and fun. Not to mention, the only girl...

Secondly, I work to cover up the fact that I'm lonely, horny and downright miserable. The last relationship I had was in college with a girl, Angela Weber. It lasted a month. Angela was a sweet girl but very prudish. Which is saying something since I've been living the life a god damned monk. When we had sex, it was always with the lights off and the covers pulled to our necks. Do you want to know why she dumped me?

She thought my penis was too big.

Also, she said that she was going to join a convent and become a nun.

That was the last time I had sex. Nearly five years ago.

Yeah, I suck.

Hearing Roshni and her asshat boyfriend do stuff in her bedroom made me slightly jealous. But, he never stayed and shortly after he left, the sound of her vibrator turned on...Dear God, hearing her moans and her whimpers, it made me want to...and thus began my wanking sessions in the bathroom while my roommate and best friend wanked off in her bedroom because her lame ass boyfriend, well, now ex-boyfriend, couldn't get her off.

Siddarth, I'm-a-born-again-virgin, Khurana, ESQ.

"Siddarth," barked one of my bosses, Marcus Volturi.

"Yes, sir?" I replied, standing up and smoothing my tie.

"Relax, son," Marcus snickered. "I took the liberty of checking the guest list of the DenKritika, Volturi and Romani Benefit for Battered Women and Children. Your name is not on the list of attendees. It's mandatory that all associates attend, Siddarth."

"I'm sorry, sir," I frowned. "I haven't had a chance to find a date..."

"A fine looking young man like you? Nonsense!" Marcus chortled. "I'll put you down for two. $250 a plate. It's a tax deductible donation, Khurana. Black tie." He got up and left my office. Poking his head back inside, he smirked. "In two weeks."

"Got it, Mr. Volturi," I said, sitting back on chair. I took out my checkbook, making out the check to the benefit. I'd drop it off on my way out at Jessica's desk. She was the main receptionist for the law firm.

She was also a wh**e. She slept through all of the partners and is currently going through the associates. The way she leers at me indicates that I'm next on her list.

I'd rather eat raw sewage than have sex with her. She's probably riddled with diseases. Ewww!

But, who to take to the benefit?

A/N: BUDDY ME if u want updates of this story cuz it becomes difficult to send PMs separately. Thanks.

great n huge update..

Originally posted by: Starsfireflies

great n huge update..

u seem a big lover of twilight?

angela weber , marcus volturi..

continue soon😆

yeah..that I am 😉

18+ story...sorry Adha but i am not in for this one...

Fantastic update.. and a long one too.. like aayushi pointed out.. too much of a twilight fan r u? 😆 but again what dialogues.. cracked me up at times.. love the story!! 😊

Originally posted by: -kanishka-

yeah..that I am 😉

Originally posted by: asyaarshilover

18+ story...sorry Adha but i am not in for this one...

but if u plan to continue the other story of urs or write any new os do pm me😳

P. dnt mind plz i just don't read 18+ stuff

It's okay dear 😳

Originally posted by: skinnypal

Fantastic update.. and a long one too.. like aayushi pointed out.. too much of a twilight fan r u? 😆 but again what dialogues.. cracked me up at times.. love the story!! 😊

Glad u liked it dear..😊
And yup, I AM A big twilight fan. 😉