Entry - My guy's racist brother. An architect, I was told, from Mumbai. as handsome as my guy. He was himself a Bi-sexual but treated men only as sex toys, had fallen for a model in Mumbai. From an Ivy league college, I was expecting him to have a great open mind, sadly, au contraire. Referring me as "Madrasi" and all the stereotypes he could think of, He made it clear to me that I did not deserve his brother. I was offended. I told how I felt to my guy. He simply laughed it off.
It took just a conversation to know that I was smitten by Kel. His brother warned about how their family is orthodox and affluent and would never accept the fact that Kel is gay, let alone be with a madrasi. He told me about Kel's ex, some successful guy who is still with his arms wide open if Kel comes out to his family. The chances of me and Kel seemed grim. It seemed like I had no future with him. It broke me.
I tried to keep myself away. Made dramas so that he would move away. But the pull was strong, until he got the cue and moved away to look for a girl!. I was devastated. I thought that he would understand. I thought that he would see through me, but I realized that I didn't mean so much to him, as much as he meant for me. The truth hit me hard, and from then the relationship was in a downward spiral. We broke up several times, only to patch up again. He admitted many things, which I wouldn't want to share. But, after all that. I still had feelings for him.
It took just a conversation to know that I was smitten by Kel. His brother warned about how their family is orthodox and affluent and would never accept the fact that Kel is gay, let alone be with a madrasi. He told me about Kel's ex, some successful guy who is still with his arms wide open if Kel comes out to his family. The chances of me and Kel seemed grim. It seemed like I had no future with him. It broke me.
I tried to keep myself away. Made dramas so that he would move away. But the pull was strong, until he got the cue and moved away to look for a girl!. I was devastated. I thought that he would understand. I thought that he would see through me, but I realized that I didn't mean so much to him, as much as he meant for me. The truth hit me hard, and from then the relationship was in a downward spiral. We broke up several times, only to patch up again. He admitted many things, which I wouldn't want to share. But, after all that. I still had feelings for him.
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