Next morning, I cornered Visu—eyes sharp, voice low, catching him sprawled on the couch, wireless headphones still on, eyes bleary like he hadn’t slept, DVDs flickering on the TV from some late-night binge. He looked wrecked, scared of his own nightmares or some shit—I could tell, his quiet...
I’d been grinding Visu down for days—teasing, poking—till he broke, voice tight with exasperation. “Fine, but hook me up with a girl I pick first.” Grinned wide—fuck, I’d cracked him open like a cheap lock. “'But' always stinks, huh? Not this time—think I’d stumble into that trap?” Laughed,...
It was Saturday morning, early 2010, head still thumping from last night’s tequila flood, but I couldn’t stay away—back at Visu’s room like some dumbass moth to a flame. Chennai’s heat was already creeping, that sticky buzz that made me want to peel everything off and start shit....
It was late 2010, Chennai drowning in 2G rumors and the sticky heat of a city faking it wasn’t falling apart. I’d been plotting this night for days, ever since my close friend, a Kappa senior, spilled it over cheap coffee at some hole-in-the-wall joint. She’d smirked, voice...
Chennai buzzing with that sticky night heat, the kind that made you want to drown the world in booze and fuck it all off. I’d been itching to mess with Visu ever since that summer day—middle of some lazy afternoon—when I caught Mom sucking him off, her lips...
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