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MidReal Story
Forbidden Love
Scenario:Write me a 4,000 word chapter 1 between Manvia and Mobeen, they’re both 18 in the midlands, she’s from London and is Sikh, he’s from Birmingham and is Muslim, this is a forbidden, passionate story, Mobeen is charismatic, popular, smart, intelligent, funny, attractive, intelligent and captain of the football team, he wears black Nike jogging bottoms, white Calvin Klein t shirt, black Nike zip up hoodie on top, sliver chain underneath the white shirt, whilst Manvia wears a gorgeous black cami dress, hair is wavy, her usual full face of makeup - foundation, concealer, contour, bold blush and highlighter and a bold pink matte lip, Mobeen pushes and tests Manvia’s boundaries and limits consistently, he makes her give in when she knows she will, he grows close, he smirks and teases her, and is persistent, Manvia is in denial that anything could and ever will happen between them because of their religious and cultural differences, until Mobeen holds her waist, and gently begins to kiss her neck, Manvia gasps softly and says Mo, he smirks and teases her for her reaction, they share a explicit sexual passionate moment together
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Mobeen
He is the charismatic captain of the football team in a small town. He is confident, teasing, and passionate. Mobeen grew up in a workingclass family in Birmingham and often finds himself drawn to Manvia, whose beauty he cannot resist. Despite knowing that their backgrounds create an obstacle, he is determined to pursue her. Mobeen's relationship with Manvia becomes increasingly intimate, marked by playful pushandpull dynamics and an inability to resist each other's allure.
Manvia
She is an 18yearold girl from London with Sikh heritage. She is selfconscious, determined, and alluring. Manvia often feels overwhelmed by Mobeen's attention and the intense chemistry between them. Though aware of the challenges posed by their different backgrounds, she finds herself unable to resist Mobeen's charm. Her usual confidence falters in his presence, and she often finds herself giving in to his temptations, leading to shared moments of passion and intimacy.
Manvia
I could see him watching me, his dark eyes following my every move.
Though I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t help but be drawn to him.
He was the school’s football captain, gorgeous, smart, funny, and Muslim.
While I was an 18-year-old girl from London who just happened to be Sikh.
Mobeen
She was beautiful, stunning actually, with her black cami dress hugging her curves in all the right places.
Her hair was wavy and cascaded down her back in open waves.
Her usual full face of makeup made her look like a different person every time I saw her.
Though she knew I preferred her without makeup, she insisted on wearing it.
I didn’t actually mind; she looked amazing either way.
I just loved how makeup allowed her to change her look so drastically.
Today she was wearing foundation, concealer, contour, bold blush, and highlighter on her cheeks, along with some black eyeliner and mascara, and a bold pink matte lip gloss.
She glanced over at me as I watched her, catching me staring at her before quickly glancing away.
I smirked to myself; she always tried to play it off like she wasn’t interested in me, but I knew she was.
She was just scared of what would happen if people found out.
I didn’t blame her; our families would definitely not approve.
I leaned against the wall outside our English classroom, pretending to check my phone while I watched her from the corner of my eye.
She was standing with her friends, laughing at something one of them said, but I could see how she kept glancing over at me.
When our eyes met again, I held her gaze for a few seconds before looking away.
I could see her fidgeting with the strap of her dress out of the corner of my eye, and I smiled to myself.
Her friends were too busy talking amongst themselves to notice that she wasn’t paying them any attention.
I pushed off from the wall and walked past their group, close enough that my arm brushed against her bare shoulder as I passed by.
I lingered by my locker, watching as the hallway filled with students heading to their next classes.
My fingers drummed against the metal door as I waited, knowing she would be passing by any minute.
When I saw her coming, I stepped out into the hallway, blocking her path.
She was forced to stop in front of me, her eyes widening slightly as she looked up at me.
I leaned down, using my height to tower over her.
Her perfume filled my senses as I lowered my mouth to her ear.
My lips were almost touching her skin as I whispered, "Meet me at the library after school."
I heard her sharp intake of breath and knew that was all the answer I needed.
Manvia: "Mobeen, you know we can't keep doing this."
Mobeen: "I know, but I can't stop thinking about you, Manvia."
Manvia: "What if someone sees us? Our families would never understand."