Vicky Please! (Part 1)

• The story is based on a recent, real life incident. The names of the couple have been changed due to privacy concerns. 

"Vicky, Please!" Sheetal cooed in her cuckoo voice, imitating Shraddha Kapoor's character while watching Stree in a half-empty theatre hall, thereby, teasing her fiancè Vicky who shared his name with the male protagonist of the movie. Vicky chuckled at her remark, indicating his pleasure at the silly tease over his namesake. How could he not be! The two had met only a week ago at a café wherein Vicky’s parents asked for Sheetal’s hand from hers. 

Sheetal’s brown, lotus-eyes, milk white complexion, and long, luscious hair had already garnered positive reviews from Vicky’s mother, but it was her full lips, fuller hips, lady-like walk toppled with a no-nonsense attitude that captivated his attention. Indeed, Vicky was pleased! The two instantly clicked, and the rest was history. Vicky took her number and thus, began the chain of messages first on Whatsapp, after which they gradually shifted to Instagram, and then Snapchat. 

A 29-year old IT professional working in a multinational company, Vicky Vasvani belonged to a Sindhi family settled in a humble apartment in Sion, Mumbai. Born and brought up in the City of Dreams itself, Vicky had a few desires of his own which were not different from an average Indian man of his age and position – a home to return to after the day’s work; good physical health and enough money in the account to handle the situation of crisis, and a sense of belonging offered genuinely by the beloved. Being as ex-Tinder Gold account holder, Vicky has had his share of fun wherein he explored the female body with all its hidden depths and roaring heights to his advantage, thus, feeding his unquenchable curiosity at trying to understand the multifarious passions that exist in the sexual arena of human life. 

Vicky prided himself at being an educated, English speaking, broad-minded Indian man who looked good, earned well, and respected women. He was always on for anything his women demanded from him; no amount of intensity related to sexual experiments and/or kinks offended or intimidated him in the least. In almost all his sexual escapades, Vicky kept his women’s satisfaction on the first pedestal, always making sure that they are comfortable with him; they should cum first, and should be glad to be with him. Their sexual satisfaction pampered his male ego, gave him a kick, a dopamine high, which in turn, worked as a stress buster from his hectic work schedule, and provided Vicky a temporary escape from his quarter-life existential crisis. As for his professional life, Vicky had maintained an excellent image in his office owing to his hard work and effective communication skills, complemented with personal ethics required to establish a healthy environment in the work place. To put Vicky’s personality in straight terms, he was a good man on the streets and a bad boy in the sheets. 

Vicky’s life had gone by smoothly till now, with his work, family, friends, and sexual life in place, but as he began to reach the threshold of his 20s, the societal pressure on getting settled increased manifold. As far as his own perception towards marriage was concerned, Vicky had drank life to the brim, and after half a score of sexual encounters with various women, concluded that in order to lead a happy and content life, he needs a partner whom he can be best friends with; who would understand him, and provide companionship in his journey of life. It wasn’t the lack of self love but a want of completeness that he gradually began to crave for. He felt he was complete, and yet he was not. Since he had not received completion, a part of his heart kept him underdone and incomplete. 

Although Vicky has had various affairs and flings, he could never come across anybody who would trigger his insides beyond a point. He kept an open eye to look out for his version of a perfect life partner, but could not click with anyone through any means be it Tinder, Facebook, clubs/pubs, raves, dates, blind dates, whatsoever. And so, Vicky shifted to ShaadiDotCom and Jeevansaathi, but even the matrimonial sites couldn’t deliver him what he had been searching for. Exhausted, he surrendered to his mother’s advice on looking out for a suitable match through the age-old conventional system of arranged marriage. That was when he came across Sheetal Bijlani’s bio-data through one of the marriage linkers. 

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Vicky Please! (Part 2) 
Vicky Please! (Part 3)