Sharif Besharams

Love at first flight.

Bilawal's POV:
A cloudy day, not the best to travel by air but there are no other planes flying to the US this week so today it is. After boarding my plane I peacefully place myself in my seat, both my seats as I bought two tickets because comfort comes first you know and money? Nah. That's not a problem when your dad's the most corrupt official of the country. Anyway, I fix myself a movie and call the waitress to bring me a glass of wine so I can restingly get this journey over with. She comes to my service gawking at me wide eyed clearly recognising me but as soon as I start talking she seems a lot uninterested, well it ain't my mistake I'm gay. I rolled my eyes and snap at her and she goes sprawling back to get my drink.
A couple of hours later, I was watching 'Dirty Grandpa' while something caught the corner of my eye, all I could see was something sparkling in my peripheral vision and clearly I got very distracted. I had to see what was causing that sparkle so I rise a few inches from my seat and what I see... All I could say was OMG. The view was gorgeous, well it couldn't fit in a single frame but gorgeous none the less. I can't put it in words but baldness of that kind isn't easy to come by, I was amazed beyond belief. The head shined like a crystal ball in which I could see my future, which was obviously with none other than that magnificent ball of glory.
I had to get a better view of the owner of such a beauty and as I make my way pretending nature was calling me I twirl and see that I wasn't mistaken, the heir of that polished dinosaur egg was even more bewitching than the head that I had now totally forgotten about. All I could think about was the enchanter seated before my very eyes, thank God he was asleep or this would've been a lot more difficult because sitting on the toilet with a little door open and trying so hard not to poop because you have to concentrate on a head turner like that, very hard indeed. Back to the enchanter, he was just, hypnotising. With skin like pulp of a rotten peach and a nose bigger than a grenade, I just couldn't believe how someone could be this perfect. The little spot on his chin like someone had vaccinated him right there was something I had never witnessed. His skin, don't get me started, the perfect shade of pale, that shade which you would find on a white wall after someone threw up water melons on it. Amazing. And his ears yes the ears drooping like the breasts of an 80 year old woman. How can there be such sophistication in a single person? I may not know but what I have seen, many have not.
Admiring his face I didn't realise how long it had been even with him sleeping he had taken me to a wild journey I couldn't explain even to myself, but at that exact moment his eyes flew open and his gaze met mine. It felt like I had been shocked with a thousand volts because damn those eyes were electric and I had decided that if I had to spend my life staring intently at a stranger then it would be him but I diverted my gaze because it was getting awkward seeing him judge me from top to bottom and I go sit back quietly in my place, perks of having to be in business class? Not many people can afford it so today it was just me and him, also a man in the far corner but he looked knocked out. For good.
The pulpy stunner looked my way quite a few times and I couldn't help but blush at his smirks. But the thoughts that saddened me were, will this be our last meeting? Will we never see each other again? Will my wish of a honeymoon in Bangladesh stay that way? I have to do something.
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(I'm sorry if I disgusted you but I too am at the verge of puking after writing this. Sorry.)

Cover by: BRUH-_____-