Hello. I am DjBunny. This is my first story. It's a long story where sex is inserted where needed. If you are looking for quick sex, I suggest you bookmark this story to read later. There will be 2 parallel leads -- Amey and Mohak. This story is based on supernatural creatures. Thanks to our editor @Whordinarygirl . No sex this chapter.
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This is Diana Parker reporting live from Vortex Club, Brooklyn, New York. A couple of gunshots were fired in the club as mentioned by the N.Y.P.D officials. Four of the armed assailants were killed and the remaining 2 of them are on the run and missing. The only civilian victim of the situation was Amey Iyer, an Indian tourist who got shot numerous times. He has been moved to nearest city hospital for treatment.
Two hours before the incident
Amey walked out of JFK airport. His journey had been quite tiresome. A 16-hour flight and the jet lag had left him weary and sleepy, but this was all so he could meet his most dear friend, Mohak. He and Mohak were childhood friends studying at same school and colleges until graduation. The only difference between them was that Mohak had a family and Amey was an orphan. So, after graduation, Mohak went to the U.S. to complete his masters while Amey stayed in India, (as he couldn't afford) got a job, and pursued his shooting hobby at the nearest shooting range.
And now after four years he was on American soil waiting for his friend who was already late by half an hour. Unconsciously tapping his feet, he waited as he looked at his watch for the hundredth time. He was clad in a neat and crisp white shirt with folded sleeves, showing off a glimpse of his 5'7 muscular body attained by proper gym use and his practice of martial arts. He had paired the shirt with blue ripped jeans and sneakers.
Ruffling his hand through his black spiky hair he observed people pass by him. Finally, he heard his friend call out his name. He spotted Mohak waving at him as he drove his silver Mercedes SLK. Mohak parked his car quickly nearby and rushed to meet his old friend. Amey realized while greeting him that Mohak had grown taller than him by a few inches. Everything else was the same with Mohak, lean with a bit of a muscle, his dark brown, short messy hair uncombed and a French beard. He was clothed in a white T-shirt accompanied with a light brown blazer. He wore black jeans folded at the bottom paired with black leather shoes.
Mohak took and loaded Amey's luggage in his car boot. They both strapped their seat belts and drove off. "You have grown taller," Amey commented.
Mohak braked suddenly, shocked by the comment and asked, "WHAAT!! What do you mean!"
Amey replied, "We were the same height when you left India. But now you are taller than me. Normally growing height stops at 21."
"Yeah, I guess I am different," Mohak replied nervously with a little stammer in his voice. He knew Amey would spot it but not so early on nor was he ready with an answer to this question. Amey sensed something was unusual but just chucked the topic. He made a mental note to ask about it later.
"So, what have you planned for me? Also, I could use some rest. The journey was quite exhausting."
Mohak answered, "Well, I have set you in a spare room in my apartment. The plan for today was just rest as it's already getting dark. We must grab the keys for the apartment from my girlfriend. She works in a club in Brooklyn as a bartender."