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“Pita ji, I'm gay whether you like it or not” said Narendra, angered by his fathers lack of acceptance.
His father slapped him across the cheek, “Enough of this Narendra, do you think I raised you as some dancing boy”.
Narendra was so surprised by his fathers cruel words he could not come up with a response. Never in his life had he heard his father say those words, least of all to him.
Narendra deeply wished that Donald was here with him right now, so he could see his orange tinted face and be soothed by his calming words.
"It's okay baby”, Donald would say, his voice a remedy, as he brought Narendra to his chest. Narendra blushed just thinking about how their heights made them seem as though they were the perfect fit.
He was cruelly awakened from his own fantasy when he remembered that his dad hated the yankees, being gay was one thing, but Narendra didn’t think his dad would ever forgive him for dating an AMERICAN.
As Narendra pondered it further he began to wonder when it had all come to be this way. He too had once dreamed of prosperity for his country, not bending over like some common mutt for another man. When had he let his love for Donald overcome the love he had for his country?
It didn’t help that lately the distance from Donald had started to get to him. He missed Donald deeply, the sadness filling deep in his chest like a blunt knife wound, but the seas dividing them were no easy feat to overcome. He feared that Donald would forget their little tryst and find someone new, someone younger, someone american, like that nasty slut Elon Musk, Donald always gushed over. The more Narendra thought, the more his inadequacies became clearer to him. He wasn’t a suave business man like Elon, he was still shackled, shackled by his commitments to his father, shackled by his commitments to his country. How can he ask for Donald's complete devotion if he cannot dole it out in turn.
Embarrassed by the whole ordeal Narendra ran from his house, as he was running he hit something solid and fell.
“Watch where you’re going faggot”, at that voice Narendra immediately knew who it was. It was his arch rival Rahul Gandhi.
“I’m not in the mood to argue with you right now” Narendra told him, hoping to keep the tremble out of his voice. He did not want Rahul to know about the fight he had just had with his father.
“Wait, are you crying?” said Rahul, he almost sounded surprised, like he hadn’t fathomed Narendra capable of such emotion.
Narendra rolled his eyes and shot the younger man a venomous glare, “Mind your damn business, Congress rat”, he spat out.
Immediately Rahul's eyes turned cold, any glimpse of concern that had once been in them had quickly vanished.
“Oh I see what this is, first you make a whore of yourself, which I was all well and good with, but now you’re dragging our country into it” The more he spoke the angrier Rahul got.
“Despite our differences the one thing I thought we shared was our dedication to our country - to Bharat - but I guess I was wrong”. Narendra couldn’t muster up any response as we watched Rahul walk away.
Everything was already in shambles. His family, the state of the country. He had been fine with Donald continuing to be with his wife Melania to keep up appearances. Being a public figure Modi understood the pressure Donald was under. Being estranged from his wife himself, it hurt to see his lover cozying up to another woman. But he had made peace with it. The thought of another man however, was hardly something Narendra even let himself think about. It was too painful. He had already lost everything, He could not lose Donald too.