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MistressPriya.com presents "Priya's Rejection Tutorial"
(A free version of the same story WITH PHOTOS is available on MistressPriya.com)
Kavya sat down on a small bench placed on top of the college building’s terrace. “This is a wonderful, warm place to sit and think. Come, join me,” she tapped the seat next to hers.
“Wow, I’ve been in this college two years, never seen this spot before.” Priya said. “So quiet and secluded.”
“And warm,” Kavya said. “Check out the view from here. You can see the college grounds fully.”
Priya sat down on the bench and looked out to see the college’s football field. “Nice! This is a good spot, indeed.”
“Told you so,” Kavya said, staring out into the football field. “And those are our classmates playing out there!”
“Yeah.” Priya smiled. “And there’s Rahul.”
“What about him?”
“Oh, it’s nothing. He’s just, you know, a very close friend…”
“Like a boyfriend?” Kavya asked.
“How could you know? I never told anybody about us.”
“I would know such things. I see the way he looks at you, and the way you look back at him.” Kavya said. “Your eyes get all big, and your breath slows down and your head turns sideways like this,” she said, leaning her head towards the left.
“You know body language or what?” Priya laughed.
“It’s just called good observation.” Kavya said.
“What about you? Don’t tell me there isn’t any mushy stuff going on with you…”
“Yeah there is someone,” she blushed. “Rohan,” she pointed to one of the players on the football field.
“Wow.” Priya said. “He’s a very nice guy.”
“Yeah he is.” Kavya said. “It was almost like love at first sight. You remember the debates we had during the first year?” Priya nodded. “I saw this guy with his beautiful chest, his strong manly voice and his charisma.”
“I understand. I like him, too.” Priya said. “Look at you, you’re almost drooling right now.”
“Yeah I know.” Kavya said. “Love him, love him, love him.”
“You both look like a wonderful couple, too.” Priya said. Just then, there was a noise behind them. A classmate named Manoj had tripped on the terrace’s door, and tumbled to the floor with his heavy bag. The girls watched him in complete silence as he recovered from the fall, smiled at Kavya, giggled and walked out of the terrace. “What just happened?”
“Oh, he’s a bit of a stalker.” Kavya said.
“He was your boyfriend or something?” Priya asked.
“No. No way. Yuck, how’s that even possible? You’ve seen how he walks? It’s like he’s walking on the moon or something.” Kavya said.
“So why’s he stalking you?”
“For two years he just kept staring at me and said nothing. Then last week he tried to ask me out and I said ‘no’. We’ve been bumping into each other since. It’s been so awkward.”
“You just said ‘no’?”
“I said that I’m not interested in him.”
“Oh dearie.” Priya shook her head. “That’s never enough with these losers.”
“What should I do, Priya?”
“Just wait right here,” Priya said, jumping off the bench and sprinting out of the terrace behind Manoj. “Hey, Manoj! Wait for me.”
Manoj was one flight of stairs below. “Yes?”
“Kavya wants you to come upstairs.” Priya stated.
“She does?” Manoj asked, turning around and climbing up and giggling like an enthused monkey.
“Of course she does.” Priya said, guiding him to go towards the girl.
Manoj got onto the terrace and cautiously walked towards Kavya. He pointed to her and then to himself. “She said you wanted to see me?”
“I guess so,” Kavya shrugged.
Manoj made his way towards the bench she was sitting on. “Hey, that seat is mine. Just stand in front of her,” Priya said, showing him a spot before the pretty girl.
“What’s happening?” Manoj asked, darting glances between the two pretty women.
“Well,” Priya said, standing next to Manoj. “Why don’t you start by asking Kavya exactly what you asked her a week back?”
Ask her out again!
“You mean?” Manoj swallowed. Priya nodded. “Kavya,” Manoj said, getting down on his knees. “I’m in love with you, since the day I laid my eyes on you. Please go to dinner with me, so I can show you how much we both suit each other.”
“Is that exactly what you said?” Priya asked.
Manoj shook his head. “Isn’t she the one who’s supposed to answer my question?”
“She will give you your answer, alright.” Priya said. “But I want to make sure that you’ve got the words right.”
“This was exactly what I said, Priya.” Manoj said. “I wrote it down and practiced it before the mirror many times, so I could get it right when I ask her for real.”
“Of course you wrote it down.” Priya laughed. “Now, do you know that Kavya is in love with Rohan?”
“She is?” Manoj asked, his eyes turning left, then right.
“You knew it, didn’t you?” Priya asked.
Manoj shook his head. “No way. I wouldn’t ask her out if she wasn’t single.”
“Hey, you need to stop lying to us. Everyone knows about the two of them.” Priya said. “And Kavya cannot stand dishonest men. Your only shot here is to be honest.”
“Alright,” Manoj said. “I knew about them and I was hoping I could still win her over.”
“That’s better.” Priya said.
“What about your answer, Kavya? Please go out with me?” Manoj pleaded.
“Tell him exactly what you had told last week.” Priya said.
“I’m not interested.” Kavya said, pursing her lips.
“Hey, don’t do that.” Priya said. “You’re looking embarrassed. Come on, you’ve got an awesome boyfriend who’s keeping you happy. Say it with more force.”
“I’m not interested in you.” Kavya said, frowning at him and shaking her hands towards his face as if she were brushing him out of her life.
“Awesome.” Priya said. “Now,” she caught Manoj’s hand and locked them behind his back using her tight grip. “He starts crying.”
Manoj looked up to Kavya with tears in his eyes. “I’m so sorry.” Kavya said.
“Hey, you’ve got nothing to be sorry about.” Priya said. “He wants to break you up with your perfect boyfriend and you are stopping him. Be firm with him.”
“That’s true,” Kavya said, raising her head. “Manoj, I want you to get out of my life. I would never go out with you.”
“Because you have a boyfriend, I understand.” Manoj said.
“Yes.” Kavya said.
“NO!” Priya screamed. “I’ve faced obsessive men like him before. It’s very dangerous to say that you can’t be with him solely because you aren’t single.”
“How is it dangerous?” Kavya asked.
“Okay, I’ll tell you.” Priya said, keeping Manoj trapped under her grip. “Once, a guy had asked me out in school and I said I’m with another guy. So the guy went and beat up my boyfriend.”
“Seriously?” Kavya asked.
“Yes.” Priya said. “You’ve communicated that the only reason he can’t be with you is one boyfriend. So in his head, he only has to eliminate the boyfriend from the equation to be with you.”
“You reckon Manoj is like that?” Kavya asked.
Manoj shook his head but Priya began before he could speak. “Kavya, I know these guys. Tell me, how long has he been staring at you?”
“Two years plus.” Kavya said.
“That’s just what he does when he sees you. Imagine what’s going in his head the whole day. What would he dream about at night? Obsession builds up like that, you know.” Priya said.
“That’s true.” Kavya said. She turned to him. “Hey, Manoj,” Kavya said. Manoj looked up to her. “I will never ever go out with a loser like you. You suck!” she said. Tears flew out of Manoj’s eyes as he twisted under Priya’s shoulder lock. “Look at you crying away like a pathetic loser,” Kavya said. “What makes you think a girl like me would ever be with a guy like you?”
Priya nodded and smiled. “That’s sensational performance! Keep going, don’t stop.”
“In what universe do guys like you get girls like me?” Kavya asked, pointing to herself.
“Beautiful!” Priya laughed, gripping Manoj tighter and making him squirm at her feet. “That’s right, loser. Kiss her sandals.” Manoj opened his mouth and went for a kiss to Kavya’s sandals. “That’s what I thought. He’s a perverted slave.”
That's where you should be! Kiss her sandals
“You mean, the way he’s enjoying my sandals?” Kavya laughed.
“Exactly.” Priya said.
“Well if he’s enjoying my sandals,” Kavya raised her leg and kicked away Manoj’s face. “I will never let him kiss them again in his life.” She let her sandals drop to the floor and displayed her dirty feet to him. “You want to take a kick from these feet, loser?”
Manoj shook his head.
“Then that’s exactly what you’ll get.” Kavya said, delivering a hard kick to the reject’s face. “Take that, loser. And that,” she said, winding back her leg and pushing it forth for a hard kick that almost broke the bridge of his nose. “LO-SER. LO-SER.” Kavya said, kicking him once on the face as she spoke each syllable.
Take my kicks to your face!
Soon, Manoj’s face was combination of red from bleeding, blue from the impact of her kicks and black from the sticky dust she’d transferred to his face. Priya let go of him, and he dropped to the floor, defeated and soul deprived. “How do you feel?” Priya asked.
“Awesome.” Kavya said. “He deserved every bit of that.”
“Yes he did,” Priya said, smiling at the girl as she breathed heavily. “You feel like a big weight is off your shoulders?”
“I do, Priya. Thank you so much.” Kavya said.
“Let me test you, then.” Priya said, sitting next to Kavya. “What do you feel like doing to him now?”
“Grrrrrrr,” Kavya gritted her teeth. “I want to pound his head to the floor and watch him bleed. I want to spit on him. Then I want to pee on his ugly face and make him drink it. Grrrrr…. his mere presence pisses me off.”
“That’s perfect.” Priya said. “You have learned well, my child!”
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