It's After Dark.

A little snippet.

ATTENTION READERS

THIS STORY WILL HAVE MENTIONS OF PARENTAL ABUSE, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, HEARTBREAK, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND GORE DETAILS.

CHEATING

IT'S TAGGED MATURED BUT STILL HERE'S YOUR WARNING...

ALMOST EVERY CHAPTER WILL HAVE GRUESOME DETAILS BECAUSE WE WILL BE GOING THROUGH KONG'S MEMORY LANE IN THE FIRST PARTS...

BUT... YOU ALSO KNOW ME... SO HAPPY MOMENTS TO MELT YOU WILL FOLLOW THE PAIN...

ALWAYS REMEMBER... THERE'S A RAINBOW AFTER EVERY STORM...

PLEASE PROCEED FURTHER 'ONLY' IF YOU HAVE READ THE WARNINGS THOROUGHLY... STOP OR DON'T READ IF ANYTHING MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE...

GIVE YOUR LOVE AND I MISS ALL THE VOTES AND COMMENTS MAYBE I AM NOT DOING WELL ANYMORE... ANYWAYS... THOSE WHO STILL LIKE MY SHITTY WORKS... THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE.

HAPPY READING

Love,
Bamboo_shoot.

Ps- the song above will be the whole aesthetic of the story...

I am trying something like this for the first time... Hope I don't mess up...
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All Kongpob has ever seen is Arthit Rojnapat... From his college days... Being a silent observer and crushing hard on his senior... From another department... Kong was a student of Arts, majoring in English... While Arthit was pursuing MBA. Kong saw him during their fresher's party... The popular college president... While Kong was just an invisible dork. With tightly braided hairstyles and churidar, kurti... While Arthit was always surrounded by the most beautiful students from around the college...

Kong could only admire him from afar... His handsome pale face... With such precise features, eyes curved like a tiger... Sharp and observant... His intimidating features had one odd calmness... In his warm smile, that popped two deep dabs on each corner of his lips. And each time he'd smile, or laugh in his deep, velvety voice Kong would feel like crying with the things they'd do to his heart... And it will leave him sad... Because he could only watch...

Cheer with claps and silent encouragement when Arthit would play soccer... Blush and tuck his gold rimmed glasses when Arthit would nonchalantly raise his jersey to rub away his sweat, exposing his hard torso and set of perfect abs. Running his hands constantly through his sweat slicked neck length hair. Or when his dark black tribal tattoos spiralling around his left arm would be visible.

Kong would gnaw at his lips, to make sure no one noticed his crushing... Or he knew things could go bad for him... He preferred his invisible life... Where no one noticed 'auntyji'... The name he got for himself from few of his batchmates and seniors.

Coming from a strict Bengali Brahmin family... His values and upbringing were always under supervision... His father, his older brother, his sister in law adored him, showered him with all their love and care... Except his mother...

But they were also very possessive of him... Overprotective... And his father gave him everything... But one... He was strictly warned to stay away from alphas or come into any relationship... Take care of his family's reputation... Being the Omega child.

Kong never had to worry... Because he was so respectful towards his family and feared them so much that he never even raised his eyes at someone... And no one paid attention to his geek self anyways. His sister in law, Lisa was his best friend... He shared everything with her... Except for his extreme college crush... The only person who knew about him... Was Mayur... His other best friend from university...