Published on: 31st July, 2021
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"Why is he here??",
"Is he guest too",
"He looks as good as before", "ohhhh Wait.... This is marriage announcement party right??",
"Is he the host??", "Is she is the fiancé he told that night"; he was getting married right, and God why he own every sparkly thing", his attention was getting drifted between Mew's face and woman's ears...
He is in dilemma , distracted by two sparkles, one eye on green emerald, the other on a pretty face, eyes were getting confused as confuse his brain where to put focus on...
In the end unconsciously it, fixed on man's face, he sure use pixie dust, how can he over shine the gems, right.... There is minimal possibility of it,
Or
He is using some witch craft to make 'young' 'handsome' 'glorious' and manly manly man..... 'like me'... to drool over him so, he can make fun of them later on, ahhhhh...... this must be the case, he knew witch craft... Did i just use the word drooling for him, no...no.... he means just checking out casually nothing special
why the hell phi Mild didn't tell him anything, and why he is standing here staring at the man who had rejected him brutally,
And the irony of his situation, the man looks fresh like he can smell his clean odor from this far, not literally but, the whiff from last weekend was still fresh in his mind, this whole situation is really frustrating...
Good that the performance ended soon, or did time flies or was he too engrossed in drooling, sorry..... casually checking out, someone's profile that time felt evaporated...
What ever but, the good thing is he can escape from this place, and will forget and have dreams of the perfect shiny face and emerald greens...
Sigh...., he looked at the crowd of people, asking them with a pouty mouth, thinking they will answer his unvoiced question, yo... guys, do you feel the same as i do??, why it is this hard??,
Mild pinched on Gulf's side, "why are you pouting??"
"Aouch P'Mild, you are aggressive", he rubbed on his side, Sigh pout again..."i want to sleep, lets go"
"No, we can't, we are invited for the after party"
"No"
"Yes, and you need to mingle up"
"Ask others to mingle up on my behalf, or you do it on my behalf"
"Put your toothy smile on, and stop, complaining"
"P'Mild, i am going"
"I will not bring mother's home cooked dishes for you"
"You are blackmailing me"
"Am i??"
"I Hate You"
"So do I", "keep smiling and greet others"
"Why keep smiling, i am not the host, i am heading towards the bar"
The organizers of the gathering were saying something on mike, and they called someone on stage, Gulf has no interest in knowing, what they were saying, it is better to get liquor take over on him, instead of these boring speeches, but before he could do that, a voice halted him back from moving,
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kleptomaniac (Complete)
Fanfiction"Stop, you can't marry her..." Gulf shouted his lungs out at church, panting heavily... holding his knees like he ran a marathon or something. Mew was about to say yes to his bride, he looked at the man, 'do he know him??', 'his face looks familiar...
