How many stories are there? Let alone romance stories... Well, when it comes to New York City, there are many. Perchance, this is one of them.
Maheen, your not-so-average brown fella with wavy hair, is roughly 5 feet and 10 inches, and has smooth, tan skin. He generally maintains a relatively euthymic disposition unless a situation takes place which provokes other emotions. Sometimes, he can make intelligent decisions. Other times, he doesn't. Which is why I'm writing this stupid ass narrative in the first place
Anyway...
Mounami, your not-so-average brown gal with... I don't know what hair she has honestly. Wavy? Well, she has bangs that look pretty neat. She has full lips and a prominent, symmetrical nose and face. She is a person who maintains a good amount of self-respect and likes to fight her emotions when the aforementioned self-respect is at expense. However, it later becomes apparent that her self-respect and her emotions like to have a little battle. Which again, is why I'm writing this stupid ass narrative.
On to the story. Oh, and I'm Tasmim... A fat bearded dude who wears a keffiyeh whenever he goes out. He's a listener and just exists.
Why am I writing this? I don't know.
Okay, now let's continue.
YOU ARE READING
An account of MahNami's story
RomanceTwo NYC teens find each other intriguing... Yeah? Well what's the twist? Our little boy, Maheen, has erred greatly before diving into such a situation. Will they end up completing each other? Shit, I'm still living through the story, so I don't know.
