I am Asif. Your next door neighbour for the last 20 years. I was always picked on in the school because we lived in a hindu dominated area. Your brother, Yash, was not like the others and we quickly became best friends.

My personality was rough and stern, you may attribute it to my surroundings and the bullies in the school. But I had a very soft and gentle core. Specially with women, who I respected a lot.

I had always been an avid basketball player and it really started to show once I turned 20. I grew tall and muscular with a beard that really brought out my tough nature.

I get into a fight with Yash over something trivial. Well, it was not the reason I'd say since I was already brimming with frustration after he subscribed to the ongoing muslim hate propaganda wave in the country. He'll come around, I told myself for months while I ignored his anti muslim stories and posts. But everything has a limit and when it happened again, I confronted him. I was hoping that he'll understand and try to change because he valued our friendship but it turned out to be totally opposite.

It was the last straw. I decided I was enraged. I felt something I had never felt before. It was a feeling of hate to my core that was filling up my brain and while scrolling Instagram I saw a post his younger sister, Payal, made recently, dressed in a cute dress with sneakers and I had a hard-on. A hard-on for my best friend's sister, Payal.

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