Dreamland
- LECTURES 58
- Votes 5
- Chapitres 4
En cours d'écriture9m
Dernière publication dim., mai 16, 2021
"Why do u always read? Why dont you just speak up?"
His ocean blue eyes were wandering everywhere in my face. I felt numb. Each and every part of my body were sweating. My mouth were dry but suddenly a voice from my larynx which even i am hearing for the first time speak up.
"Because Reality sucks! I live in my Dreamland"
Oh shit! What did i say? This is the first time i am speaking my mind. And its not supposed to be him to hear it. I was waiting for my Prince Charming to take me away from all these misery and now.... i just open up to the person least expected. THE PLAYER, THE HEARTTHROB OF EVERY GIRL WHO MEET HIM.
"Woah ... babe... is that realy you... what did you do to my innocent Paru? My first crush.... "
My heart skiped a beat. I thought i am gona have my arrhythmia. Ayyappa... i am too young to die... please save me
"Oyy ... earth to Paru... Now can you take me to your dreamland which is according to you less suckable?"
And to my surprise that voice spoke again YES
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