Allison had always wanted to become a painter. Due to financial constraints, she wasn't able to pursue her dream and instead found contentment in expressing her art at home. The man of her dreams became her favorite masterpiece. He was a recurring figure in her nightly visions. Despite her confusion about his existence, she meticulously depicted every detail of his physique, bringing him to life on canvas. When given the opportunity to participate in an art exhibition, Allison didn't hesitate to choose the man from her dreams as her entry. Standing in front of her painting on the day of the exhibition, a man suddenly appeared beside her, causing her to glance at him. As he examined her masterpiece with furrowed brows, the man uttered words that made her freeze on the spot. "What is my face doing there?"

Confessions of a Proud Indian teenager- all that stuff desis go through in their life. Hope you can relate to it and even if you can't, hope this tickles your funny bones. Keep laughing✌ ~SA Highest rank #1 *Contains DARK HUMOR and PUN which can seriously, highly Make you Burst into laughter* XD

Ana slowly moved her eyes down to check what she was wearing. At first she couldn't recognize the furry dress covering her chest, but was amazed how comfortable it felt. At the same moment she felt her dress moving and pulling her back towards something warm and hard. Horror struck her, as she realized, it was not a dress, but someone's hand covering her bosom. Top Rank - 32