Oh Fish Not Again (twinj) -prologue ~ by Tara

Hello people.. this is my new fan fiction…. this again is an inspirational work from the novel “Oh Shit Not Again” by ‘Mandar kokate’ which i read years back… i have changed the story line as i don’t want dragging ..and as the original story is quiet an adult one so i have made many changes as there are many people reading ffs.. but i couldn’t eliminate few parts as they are very funny..so i would suggest read at ur own risk… this is a rollercoaster ride of hilarious activities…. with high voltage drama and a bit of intense romance… hope u enjoy…
Oh Fish Not Again!! ~ Prologue

“dhoooommmmm”….. I lobbed the first bag out of the truck and then the second. Relocation was the worst thing that I come about in the recent past of my life. The night before my dad’s boss , who was like the god of death, smashed a transfer order across his face. As a result we had to move out of our old building in Nasik to a new colony of attractive bungalows in Pune. Depression of detachment from my old friends had encumbered my brain, but on the other hand I was happy to leave behind those stinking common toilets and long queues outside the water closets which had always overwrought me under different types of natural pressure…

Our building was quiet old and had certain merits and demerits. My dad always said that it had borne the brunt of British rule, and had enjoyed a few years of free India…but a lot of things had changed since then. Old cotton saris worn by Mrs. Mehta had made way for low waist ones, sported by her daughter-in-law. The long skirts flaunted by Mrs. Dubay has shortened up to reach above the thighs of her daughter’s slender legs… cracks developed in the walls helped me heed the scream of the next door aunty…. in her good times in the wee hours. The view of Mrs. Malhotra’s bedroom from a small puncture in the wall of our living room was the best reason to stay there…the memories kept on lingering in my mind…

While unloading the truck a milk canister slipped out of my hand and rolled on the street like a football. After a long spin it stopped near a goliath’s feet. I hoisted my cranium to see a monstrous person standing before me…his plump body struggled to accommodate in the clothes he was in..
“hi…” said he , advancing his massive hands towards me..

“hi..” I said chocking a bit as saliva refused to go down my throat..
“welcome to our colony… I am Sam” said he
“aaaa… kunj sarna…” I said and tried to study his features for the next few second..
————————————————————————————————————————————–So this was kunj… the narrator of the story… he is a pakka flirt.. and now he just found his friend who will be the ultimate person to create problems in kunj’s life… will kunj be able to make new friends?? Will he find his lady love in this new colony?? Or will it prove to be the worst decision ever?? To know more keep reading…
—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————so guys this was the prologue..

hope u like it..if not tell me I wont continue further… this ff has limited chapters …. so i want ur view… please cooperate and comment… the first chapter sshall be posted in near future but on weekends only… and i may not be able to reply to u all so don’t feel bad.. thanks for reading.. have a nice day..