likes getting pegged :thumbs_up:

CS:GO? I’m so bad, Silver 1 looks like IPL finals—bots call me ‘Porotta Prodigy’.

Delta Force? Sniped from spawn before I can say ‘loading screen OP’.

R6? I’m the hostage, waving at my team while they argue over who’s clutching.

Warzone? Dropped in Gulag, died to a camper eating vada.

PUBG? Landed in Pochinki, punched out by a pan—classic Indian welcome.

Gaming skills like a Telugu movie: big explosions, zero logic, all laughs.
My KD ratio is like KSEB in monsoon : mostly blacked out.
My reflexes? Like KSRTC bus brakes—unpredictable and always a second too late.
Mic quality sounds like I’m reporting from under AchanKovil River.
From Kerala,Alappuzha, where the internet moves slower than a chundan vallam without rowers.

Lagging from Alappuzha, dying globally.

Motto: Die hard, laugh harder, blame the teammates!

read from top down heart touching story

Warning: Mature Content Ahead
Johny Ser and Jaris were rival gamers in the competitive esports scene. Their teams clashed in high-stakes tournaments, fueling their intense rivalry.
One fateful night, during a LAN event, their paths crossed in a dimly lit hallway. Johny Ser's piercing gaze locked onto Jaris's chiseled features.
"Looks like the king of trash talk has finally met his match," Jaris taunted.
Johny Ser smirked. "You're going down, Jaris."
Their banter masked a simmering attraction.

Later that night, they found themselves alone in the hotel bar.
"Truce?" Jaris offered.
Johny Ser nodded.
As they sipped their drinks, the tension shifted from rivalry to desire.
Jaris's hand brushed Johny Ser's.
A spark ignited.
Their forbidden love began.
Stolen glances, secret meetups, and stolen kisses.

Their passion intensified.
In hidden hotel rooms and secluded spots, they surrendered to their cravings.
Johny Ser's fingers traced Jaris's tattoos.
Jaris's lips claimed Johny Ser's.
Their love was a flame that burned brighter with each encounter.
But their teams, their fans, and the world wouldn't understand.
Their love remained hidden.
For now.
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