1 Died Because Of A Boner

In the modern, bustling city of Mumbai where the streets were filled with free folk, the different aromas of delicacies, the constant honking of cars, and where foreigners toured the streets, a pop concert was performed in one of the central parks.

Arsh, the dashing pop sensation was the main centre of attraction. The rowdy crowd of audience shouted in excitement for their favourite pop idol. Just by the announcement of his name, the girls fainted from awe, and fans raised placards, and posters of him as they cheered along.

Arsh, 25 years old, had a muscular body, pale yellow skin, a small beard, a mustache, and messy short black hair. He wore a sleeveless, black tight fit T-shirt with torn jeans. The atmosphere was filled with music as he danced to the beat of the song he sang, and the crowd followed his rhythm. He spotted a cute girl in the audience, and smirked.

He jumped down the stage, and walked to her while he sang, entranced by her gorgeous features. He lifted her chin with his forefinger, and brought his face closer to hers while his expression brightened into a smile. She smiled with disbelief in her eyes, a light pink hue stained her cheeks. It was nearly impossible, and almost something she would dream of. This hot pop idol sang for her?

After the concert was over, he called the girl backstage. He sat on a chair, and waited for her in his vanity van. When she entered his vanity, he was mesmerized by her beauty. Like an angel descended from heaven as a blessing. His jaw dropped opened when his eyes laid sight on her body. He took his time to memorize every curve, and shape.

"Sir, I cannot believe that you called me," She said, in an excited voice. Her radiant smile suggested she was really thrilled to be called by him.

Arsh was too distracted by his fantasies to respond to her.

"Sir?" She said.

Arsh snapped out of it.

"Ah, yeah. I am sorry, I was… I was thinking about something," He said, awkwardly.

He looked at her, and scanned her from up to down. She had long curly blonde hair, big black eyes, pale skin and had sharp features. She had a fair height, maybe around five feet and four inches. She had quite a sexy body. She wore a red shirtdress with matching red heels. Her red lipstick was a perfect combination with them. He licked his lips when he laid sight on her prominent breasts. The soft, bouncy flesh would fill his hands wonderfully.

"Damn, those are majestic pieces of art," He said in his mind. The rush of blood to his nose was about to spill.

Judging from Arsh's lecherous expression, she understood that his intentions were not good. She had to get out of there quickly before he could do something vile.

"It was nice meeting you, sir. I think my friends are calling me. I should go now," She said, and tried to step outside the vanity van.

"Ah, wait," He said. She stopped wherever she was. He stood up from his chair and moved towards her. She tried to open the door quickly, but it would not open. It was like someone locked both of them inside deliberately. He came near her, and placed his hand on the door beside her. Her back was pressed against the door, and she was so close to him, he could even feel the heat that radiated from her body.

"Sir, what are you doing?" She questioned.

"Shhhh… Don't say anything," He said in a low voice, and placed his finger on her lips. "You don't have to fear me, be casual."

He moved his head closer to touch her lips with his own. She tried to push him away, but his superior strength prevented him from budging an inch. Their lips finally met. Her red lips met his, what a blissful contact he thoroughly enjoyed. She constantly struggled, but his kissing prowess made her submit to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he set both his hands on the sides of her waist. Her breasts were now firmly pressed against his hard chest.

It was a wet french kiss, his tongue dueled with hers as she moaned against his lips. He slowly caressed her plump butt as he trailed wild kisses along her neck. She gasped in pleasure from the shiver she felt when his mouth ravished her neck.

Such heated, and pleasurable intimacy, of course he would get a boner. But he felt something touch it, something like a hard stick. So, he looked down, his eyes widened in shock when he saw that the girl also had a boner?!

"What!?" He exclaimed and flew back.

"What is that?" He said, almost dumbfounded as he looked at her boner.

She looked down and blushed. "Ah, I got too excited. I am really sorry."

"Ah, okay, you can go now," He said. He breathed in to calm himself from the shock. "What the fuck?" He cursed, unable to forget what just happened.

"But, I can't go outside like this," She said, and smiled with a creepy expression. Her face was flushed a cherry red, and her eyes almost looked as if it sparkled.

Arsh, my boy, got his heart frozen in despair that made him question his existence. Seriously, what the fuck?!

"Oye, what are you thinking about?" He said in a shaky breath as he backed away from her. She moved towards him while she held her mamba. He was even more terrified by the second.

Suddenly, she jumped at him.

"Nooo!!" He screamed, and fell on the floor.

"Hey? What happened?" She questioned. She tried to shake him with her leg. "Hey, this is a joke, isn't it?"

She crouched down, and tried to shake him awake.

"Did he pass out?" She thought. "Guess I have to masturbate now."

She was about to exit the van, but she noticed something odd. The guy was not breathing, at least he did not look like he was breathing. So she thought to check it once before going out.

She crouched down again. She lifted his hand, and pressed her thumb on the underside of his wrist to search for a pulse. She was shocked because she could not feel the pulse. She placed her hand near his nose to check his breathing, but she could not feel air against her hand. Now she was caught up in a huge dilemma. A super popular popstar laid dead in his vanity, and she was the only person present there.

"What? Is he dead?" She thought as sweat trickled from her forehead. Her hands and feet felt numb, like her body refused to move. She was unsure of what to do in that situation. She wiped the sweat from her forehead.

She quickly stood up and peeked outside. There was no one there. She set the body in a position which looked like he was asleep while he sat on the chair. She then ran out of the vanity van. Somehow, she could open the door which she couldn't earlier. But she didn't give much thought to it and ran away.

After few minutes, a staff member entered the van, and saw Arsh asleep on the chair.

"Sir, someone has come to meet you," The staff said. But he did not respond. So, the staff went out, and informed his visitor that he was currently unavailable. But the person entered the van forcefully.

The person was Arsh's girlfriend – Naina. She was a hot B-grade actor. She had long black hair, pale skin, big brown eyes and had a fair height of five feet and three inches. She wore a black T-shirt along with black jeans.

"Hey, why are you sleeping here?" She said. "Didn't you promise me that you will ask for my hand in marriage from my father today?"

He did not respond.

"Arsh?" She said while she walked towards him slowly. "Arsh?"

She tried to shake him awake as he suddenly slipped off from the chair, and fell to the floor.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhh!" She screamed in shock. The staff hurried into the van along with other people. They all saw Naina was seated on the floor with a flabbergasted expression, and Arsh laid still beside her.

"Huh? Where am I?" Arsh said, confused while he scoured his surroundings. He was in some kind of a creepy place. It was like he floated in space.

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