Self Expression Magazine
Series: Love Jealousy and Everthing in Between
Posted on the 07 January 2014 by Arjuunsahay
I feel, women in India are the most beautiful and attractive women in the world, which explains why men spend most of their time looking at them. I an Indian male was happy to date a girl who was one of the most beautiful girls I have seen. Nevertheless, that didn’t stop my wandering eyes to look at other beauties. I can’t help it. A woman does so much work like exercising, dieting, makeup just to look good, isn’t it my duty to appreciate by giving my little attention to them.
Pooja had once caught me checking out this beautiful young girl. We were out on a double date with another couple, and while both the ladies stopped at a store to check out new collection of handbags. As if she hasn’t got enough handbags already. I stood there grazing the crowd. From afar, walked towards my direction a blossoming young girl, she wore a short skirt which ended way above her knees and an off-shoulder top. She had many wrist bands of different colours and high heel boots, which reminded me of those cowboys which I saw on television. I even turned to watch her as she passed by me, big mistake. As I turned back, Pooja was standing there with a look of disgust on her face. This was the same face, when I mixed her whites and her coloured clothing in the washing machine and all her whites came out pink. She doesn’t say anything. She would just stand there with that look that someone’s going to die by her hands. She may be little but her looks can be scary as hell.
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Pooja had once caught me checking out this beautiful young girl. We were out on a double date with another couple, and while both the ladies stopped at a store to check out new collection of handbags. As if she hasn’t got enough handbags already. I stood there grazing the crowd. From afar, walked towards my direction a blossoming young girl, she wore a short skirt which ended way above her knees and an off-shoulder top. She had many wrist bands of different colours and high heel boots, which reminded me of those cowboys which I saw on television. I even turned to watch her as she passed by me, big mistake. As I turned back, Pooja was standing there with a look of disgust on her face. This was the same face, when I mixed her whites and her coloured clothing in the washing machine and all her whites came out pink. She doesn’t say anything. She would just stand there with that look that someone’s going to die by her hands. She may be little but her looks can be scary as hell.
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