Sharif Besharams

Midnight Memories

Nawaz's POV:
My flight landed today, I was too tired to think about anything, but there was one thing that wandered my mind, food. You thought I'd say that alluring guy on the plane with me? Well you're right to some extent but I didn't want to think about that gorgeous gay creation, maybe because I was too afraid to except the fact that I liked him.
Anyway, it occurred to me that now that I was in one of the best places in the world, I had to have the time of my life keeping my work aside and by work I mean trying to consume what's left of my country. So I go out and by the time I came back it was later than I expected. I made my way through the lobby of the hotel and that is where I noticed something or rather someone who had eyebrows like someone had attached weights to the corners just to make them fall (like my dignity did), and eyes which were pools of satanic darkness something which I'd dive in and never want to come out. I had fantasised about these eyes for so long even if it had been only a few hours since I'd seen him but something about this majestic wonder of a corrupt sperm made me feel like I knew him forever. I felt a connection to him the instant I saw him and this connection, well even wapda couldn't let the electricity go out. I wondered what he thought about me, whether he was ready to handle so much in such little time, these curves, they were given to me for the greater good which is to bless this crimson cupcake with my plump. I stopped my thoughts before they rushed any further and recited astaghfirullah three times before making my way over to him so I could finally hear his voice which worked it's magic on me the first time I heard him shout on the flight. All this time he hadn't seen me but once I stepped closer he twirled towards me and as his eyes met mine it was like thunder, not even a shock but thunder that ran inside my body. Those black holes nearly sucked my soul out but I somehow summoned the confidence to talk and as I did he turned to a shade of red, redder than my buttcheeks to say the least. He ran from there and I wanted to stop my Simran before it was too late and the train left but I guess that's what the world had desired and she- he was gone, the ding of the elevator is what brought me back to reality. At that very moment I made a promise to myself, this doesn't end here, I always get what I desire and this time it's a tipsy lamb with devilish charm hidden under glasses thinner than my hair line. Just how I like them.

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I'm not really proud of this one. Plus cupcake is a legit synonym for gay. (I looked it up.)