How it sounds if I've startup Nandu chai "Aandu pakode,bread thode Chai ke 10 rupee Nhi Pini toh nikal lowde"

Its a reel in which an interviewer asks a girl how she rates a guy. She says, "arey ye kyaaaa hai, iski to body bhi kuch nhi" and giggles. The one I saw had messi at the bottom of the frame.

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You know, there were cases in Lahore where people would only find the skin of people in private rooms, like hotel rooms or airbnbs.

Just skin...

I mean the complete skin of a whole person without any organs or skeletomuscular substance... Just an empty bag of skin... with a bunch of holes where orifices used to be...

Sounds creepy AF right?

Just wait till you hear the rest of the story...

So, me and a friend of mine, we heard about it from a friend of ours in the police department. And crazy as we were back in the day, we decided to investigate the whole thing.

It was a dark and stormy night. Roars of thunder outside my window were followed by flashes of lightning that lit up the bulletin board covered with all the evidence we had gathered.

Sheeda (my friend) looked like a lunatic, trying his hardest to make sense of the senseless.

Senseless had been the word that had sprung into my mind when I had first heard about the crime. It defied all meaning, all purpose. It went beyond all categories that humankind has defined to feel safe amidst the chaos that is part and parcel of the very fabric of existence.

And then, the lightning struck again, less than a hundred meter away this time.

"FUCK!" Sheeda was shooketh.

A lightbulb lit up above my head. "Wait... Say that again."

"That again."

"Ha! Fuck off. And listen."

Sheeda looked confused. "How am I supposed to listen after fucking off? Cuz that implies moving away from the-"

"Man, shut the fuck up. And listen... You yelling "FUCK!" made me realize what all those crime scenes have in common. Y'know, the hotel rooms, the airbnbs, the dark alleys."

Sheeda's eyes lit up. "People go there to fuck!"

"Exactly." I smiled. "So maybe it's a jealous incel serial killer targeting people who are fucking... because he ain't getting any. Or maybe it's a molvi. Same thing really."

"Nah, it's too simple." Sheeda shook his head. "That doesn't explain the missing organs and bones and flesh and everything except the skin. Who could do that?"

"A surgeon maybe? Or a butcher? I don't know..."

"No one..." He said in a low voice. "That's the answer. No one can do that. No man, at least."

"So, you think it's a woman?"

"No, dumbass. It's paranormal, is what it is. Some freaky ass supernatural shit."

I squinted my eyes. "Right... I see..."

We argued for a while, and somehow, he convinced me that we were dealing with a succubus.

"A succubus," Sheeda Jee proclaimed, "is a demon that assumes the physical form of a beautiful woman. She seduces men and feeds on their life force."

Not long after, we were roaming the streets of Lahore, me driving, Sheeda in the passenger seat with an EMP meter he had ordered from Daraz. "Supernatural entities emit certain magnetic frequencies which this meter can pick up," he explained.

It was around 2 a.m. when we spotted a woman in a red dress walking along the side of the road, her face barely visible from the distance.

She was alone. Her dress was long, and flowy, moving swiftly with the wind like a shaapar in aandhi.

As she got closer, Sheeda jee threw the EMP meter in the backseat, licked his lips, and said, "Fuck the mission, I want her."

I followed his eyes, and saw that the woman was wearing capri trousers, and sandals with such thin straps that I first thought she was walking barefoot on the road, her half-bare shins shining in the car's headlights.

Typical Sheeda, I sighed.

I pulled the car over, knowing full well that no force in the universe could come between Sheeda's horniness and a woman with pretty shins. When Sheeda was horny, he was horrrnayyy.

He stuck his neck out the car window. "Hello there, beautiful!"

The woman, as we had guessed correctly, was a prostitute.

So we picked her up, put a rope around her, put her in the trunk of our ca- Nah! Wait, I think I'm mixing up the stories. Sorry... Wait a min... Hmmm... Oh! I remember now!

So we picked her up, and turned the car around. She sat in the backseat, eye-fucking both of us through the rearview mirror as Sheeda, still in the passenger seat, joked around and flirted with her.

As soon as we were back at my apartment, Sheeda grabbed her arm and rushed into the room at the back, slamming the door shut while calling to me, "Yaar roll a big fuckin joint! I'mma go rounds after rounds with this beauty!"

There I sat alone, on a couch in the lounge, rolling blunts while hearing my best friend and his wife-for-the-night moaning and groaning behind the closed door.

A minute later, I burnt the extra dangling paper and fired up a blunt.

The first inhale was always a sweet pain, like being punched in the lungs by a cute toddler. I closed my eyes and felt the weed putting a blanket of comfort on my nerves. My lips automatically curved into a heartfelt smile.

And that's when I heard the noise...

It was a squelching noise... No other way to describe it... It had come from the back room, followed shortly by screams of pleasure.

It was Sheeda. The girl must really be good at... whatever godforsaken thing Sheeda is into, I thought.

But the noise.

The squelching noise.

I took another hit off the blunt, got up, and peeped into the room through the keyhole.

They were both lying in bed in a 69 position. Sheeda was frantically kissing and licking her shins and ankles, while the girl was sucking his dick.

That explains the squelching...

I stood up stright and turned away. I didn't wanna see that. It was a private moment. We live in a society.

But Sheeda had looked different in there...

I stopped.

Different? Different how?

Curiosity got the best of me, and I stooped down again to put my eye against the keyhole.

Sheeda was different. He looked older. No, not older. Saggier. He had somehow shrunken...

Oh, my god, is that- I watched in horror as the realization set in. ...the succubus!

I couldn't move. It was as if I was glued to the spot. My heart thumped in my chest as the succubus kept sucking Sheeda's dick, his skin getting looser around his body with every passing instant, until he finally cried, "I'm cumming! Don't stop! Holy fuck, don't stop!"

What happened next... the sight of it... I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy...

Drenched in sweat, I watched as Sheeda squirmed, her mouth still moving, still sucking, still squelching... until finally, Sheeda came.

But it wasn't cum.

It was all of him.

THAT BITCH SUCKED ALL HIS INERNAL ORGANS AND BONES AND FLESH AND EVERYTHING OUT OF HIS PEE HOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Her belly bulged, she let out a loud burp, wiped her face, and got off the bed with a satisfied look on her face, leaving nothing but a bag of skin in the spot where Sheeda had been a minute ago.

Sheeda's skin, I shuddered, and closed my eyes. Bro literally died doing what he loved...

My eyes jolted open when I heard a creak before my face.

It was her.

She had opened the door, and was looking at me with a smirk on her face. Her beautiful, gorgeous face. Her eyes...

Oh, god! Her eyes!

They were glowing a sexy shade of red.

Is she casting a spel-

But it was too late. My heart skipped a sexy beat. Everything was sexy in that moment. I was drawn to her. Sexy! I wanted her. No, I needed her. I couldn't live a moment without her. She was my life. She was my reason for being. I was made for her. She was my everything. I could swim across the oceans fo-

She beckoned me with a smile, and I literally jumped onto her, tearing away her dress and sinking my teeth into her fucking neck!

"Easy!" She giggled, stopping me, and getting on her knees. "You're in for the greatest head of your life, big boy!"

I closed my eyes as she unzipped my jeans and took my cock out.

She looked up, right into my eyes, with a naughty smile, licked the tip of my cock, and whispered, "Oh, you want it so bad, dont you?"

I couldn't take it anymore.

Without wasting a single second, I grabbed her hair, twisted them into a clumsy ponytail, and rammed my dick into her throat.

She choked, and gagged, but didn't tell me to stop... until her eyes watered, and stopped glowing...

And instantly, I felt the fog of lust lifting off...

Her eyes had stopped glowing.

The spell had broken.

Sheeda! I remembered now. Poor Sheeda...

I felt on the verge of tears, forgetting everything around me, looking only at the bag of skin in the middle of the bed... until I felt some urgent taps on my thigh.

I looked down and saw that my cock was still hard, still deep down in her throat, and she was tapping my thigh as a signal to take it out.

This bitch...

Lightning struck once more, but this time it was in my heart.

THIS FUCKIN BIIIITTTCCCHHHHH!!!!!!

This was my chance at retribution.

I would avenge Sheeda even if it cost me my dick!

Grabbing her ponytail with one hand already, I reached down with my other hand and pinched her nose shut.

Her eyes bulged with panic as she realized what I was doing.

But it was too late.

Now, in retrospect, it wasn't too bad of a death for her. At least she died doing what she loved.

-THE END-

Also hoist tricolour over it so people think it's not Abdool.

Because they are so ugly, they take offence to watching each other naked.

I felt bad on this

Khaal istani poster boy now waiving tricolor. Thankyou 20noi

Chootiya waali feeling aa rahi hai. Kya karoon?

Have you guys heard about "GODHA TRADITION" in BISHNOI COMMUNITY?? It's not practiced now but until not so far in history I heard Bishnoi villages used to select one young well built and intelligent male (Selection process was very competitive) to impregnate all the village's females to give children good genetics. He was give title of Godha Ji and village could only have one Godha. Godha was treated like a king in the village/ he could enter any house, get fed / sleep in and have sex with married female of child bearing age. If husband arrived home while "GODHA's" shoes were removed outside the home ..he was to not enter the home until Godha Ji was gone. When GODHA was over his youth years ..he was killed in pretty brutal way and a new Godha was selected. Eventually they stopped the trAditions as Godha's started disappearing or going to protection of government (British @ the time) to save their lives.

I though they were just stories but heard from a Bishnoi elder as well / Always curious if this was a real thing

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