Pooja sighed. She listened to her mother's softly spoken voice over the phone. It pained Pooja to listen to every word her mother said about why she wasn't married or having children with some guy, which was the last straw for her parents as they had done the usual arranging of marriage to some unknown guy. Pooja slammed her phone down hearing her mother about to describe the guy she was going to marry.

"The hell do they think they are. They think they can decide my future by being paired with some random stranger." Pooja stood from her couch.

She hated her parents for doing this to her. She didn't want to be with a random stranger, she wanted to fall in love and get married. However, she was four years away from thirty, so her parents weren't going to take that chance. Pooja threw her head back and groaned. Whenever she needed to drown her anger alcohol was the best answer. She went over to her fridge and found it empty.

"That's right, i said i would go to the store." She slammed the door.

She took off her work attire and put on sweat pants and a tank top. "Looks like i am visiting a friend tonight," Pooja said before locking up and leaving her apartment.

Kabir bit his lip as he was watching the racy video that he had purchased. He moaned as he felt he was getting closer to his climax.

"Gosh, why do you have to be so sexy?" He moaned as he felt closer and closer.

DING DONG

Kabir stopped for a moment as he heard his doorbell. He muted the TV and picked up his boxers. He felt irritated that he was interrupted in the middle of having a private moment with himself. He didn't have a girlfriend as well as being twenty six as well. He walked over to the eye spy to see who was at his door.

"Kabir, you home?" He heard the sexy accent of his Indian best friend, Pooja.

"Yeah, give me a few minutes." Kabir said to her.

Kabir ran around to pick up his clothes, eject his DVD and put away the racy movie, made sure everything was in order before coming back with wearing some sweat pants. He opened the door seeing his on again and off again girlfriend. "Finally,"

"Sorry, i don't get that many guests." Kabir laughed.

"I am just here to hang out for a while," Pooja smiled as she stepped inside.

"Beer's in the fridge." Kabir guessed that his friend wanted some alcohol sine she was always fresh out of it.

"Thank you," She ran over to the fridge to grab some beer.

Kabir looked at Pooja bending over to find the beer. His viewing of her behind was too good to pass up. He tiptoed over to where she was and slammed her real end hard with his hand. Pooja stood up when she felt the smack on her butt. She turned around and smirked.

"How many times must you do that?" Pooja stood closer to him while putting the beer down.

"Stop giving me opportunities to do so," Kabir smirked.

Pooja smirked as she looked over at him. She sighed knowing that she was going to meet her fated husband tomorrow, yet a little night of fun with her friend, ex boyfriend and former fuck buddy wasn't all too bad. She looked over wondering how the news would affect him.

"Can we talk for a moment?" Pooja changed her mood as she was being serious.

"Sure," He looked over wondering what changed her playful mood.

"...and i am meeting this guy and his family tomorrow." Pooja sighed while drinking her fifth beer.

"Wow, that's quite a story." Kabir looked over seeing that Pooja told him all this due to their history of being together.

"I know we had quite the adventure, but i wanted to tell you this because you were the best relationship i ever had." Pooja said as she didn't care that her drink was spilling into her cleavage.

Kabir felt bad that she was getting engaged tomorrow, yet there wasn't anything they could do about it. Kabir sighed seeing the girl that he had been with for at least four years was finally going to be a married woman. He couldn't help but laugh.

"What is so funny?" Pooja crossed her arms.

"I really can't imagine you as a housewife. I mean, you cooking, cleaning, changing diapers, making sure the house is in order..." Kabir listed off everything that Pooja wasn't capable of.

"Don't look down on me. I can manage as a wife." Pooja put her drink down and looked at him.

"You couldn't even clean my messes," Kabir laughed.

Pooja growled as she jumped on him and started to attack him. "You take that back right now."

Kabir sensed his friend's attack and started to defend himself as the two were throwing fists at one another. Pooja even bit him. "OW, Pooja."

Even though the fight wasn't real, Kabir still felt the pain as if Pooja was really hurting him. He started to pin her down, so she would calm down. Unknown to the couple, their clothes were being discarded as they were slowly sweating and fighting in the nude.

He finally pins her to the ground and looked at her breathing heavily, soaked with sweat and looking over his friend. "You're not the only one getting married to some random stranger."

Pooja's eyes widen when she heard this. Kabir sighed and told her how his own mother signed him up for the arranged marriage as well. He looked over her eyes and smiled.

"I guess this is both of our final night of being single?" Pooja smirked.

"Yep," Kabir sadly sighed.

"Want to make this last night memorable?" She blushed.

"Nothing would make me happier." He couldn't help but smile at her.

"OH MY GOSH, Kabir right there." Pooja moaned as she held on to him.

"Yes, Pooja. O GOSH WHY ARE YOU SO TIGHT." Kabir kept thrusting his throbbing manhood inside Pooja's body.

Pooja looked over seeing that they were having sex once more. Though this had to be the thirty-th time the couple has had sex in their lifestyle, this one was different. Pooja didn't care as she was glad it was with Kabir, and if she had his child while being with a different guy, so be it.

"GOSH Kabir, Drill into me Drill into me." She kept repeating.

Kabir obliged as he looked down seeing that she was trying to handle him, but she kept moaning and kept her eyes closed. He sighed as he was really going to miss Pooja's beautiful smile. Hopefully, whoever was marrying Pooja was a very lucky guy. He even remembered the first day he met Pooja.

His friends took him to a nightclub in hopes of lifting his spirits, yet he snuck away from them when they were distracted. It turned out that another girl was sneaking out from her friends.

"Sorry about that," She said to him as an apology for bumping into him.

"It's alright." He smiled.

"Name's Pooja, but call me Poo or Pooja. It doesn't matter to me." She told him.

"Thanks, names Kabir." He told her.

Coming back to the moment with Pooja, he saw her eyes opening towards his. After the first round, the couple had many other rounds in other positions. They took breaks inbetween rounds to relax and get some fluids. After the little adventure they had, they slept right next to one another as their last night of being single was over.

The next morning,

Pooja and Kabir slept in for most of the morning. They wanted to take in this moment as much as they could. However, Pooja's phone began to ring as Kabir extended his arm and handed it to her, who felt more comfortable to stay with her lover.

"Hello mom," Pooja groaned. Kabir wasn't sure what he was hearing, but he heard yelling from the other end of the line. Once Pooja told her that she would be ready, Kabir shook his head.

"Let me guess, you are late for you meeting?"

"No, just my mother likes to chew me out for not being there early." Pooja got up and groaned.

"Well, let me drop you off." Kabir stood up before seeing that Pooja was holding out his hands.

"I want to have a quickie before we leave and there's one place we haven't done it yet," She smirks leading the way into the bathroom with Kabir followed behind.

Pooja stood there wearing a tightly fitted dress. She looked over seeing how nice Kabir's hair was. This was probably the cleanest Pooja has ever seen him. Whoever the girl that was marrying him was going to be extremely lucky.

Kabir looked over seeing the sexy girl in the tight dress. He knew she was upset that she would rather marry Kabir than some random guy. He took a longer route to talk with her.

"Just because we get married to different people doesn't mean i don't want to be friends anymore. I just want you to promise me that you will be happy. I will try to be happy with whoever i am married to. I will also not give her a hard time. I love you, Pooja." He pulled over before kissing her lips.

"Oh, i love you too." Pooja said before sinking her lips deeper into Kabir. The two suddenly heard their phones going off, but turns off their phones so they could get some silent and sink in the moment where they were probably going to be with different people.

Once the moment had ended. Kabir turned around and made sure to drive extra faster in order to time to meet whoever they were fated to marry.

Kabir and Pooja separated as they both prepared to meet whoever they were set to marry. Both of them were extremely nervous as they wanted this meeting to run smoothly. Kabir stood there hoping the girl was just like Pooja. Calm yet intimidating, bossy yet carefree, and a joy to be around yet still a pain in his rear end.

Pooja sighed as she didn't want to meet this guy. Her parents would force her to marry a man she didn't like. "Well, let's get this over with."

The young woman opened the door at the same time as the man she was going to marry. However, Pooja felt most confused about him. She slowly walked in as she saw him moving closer. The two were confused and tilted her head. She sat down with him looking directly at her. She saw his soft spoken mother, then at her own parents beginning to speak. Before the parents could say the names, the two of them spoke.

"It's nice to see you again, Pooja." Her fiance smiled.

"It's a pleasure to see you as well, Kabir." Pooja giggled.

This was going to be a marriage that she would accept.