Your personal ragging fantasy

He couldn't believe it!

Hassan, the 18 year old was beaming at his phone

He had arrived.

His college stretched out in front of him and he marvelled at it. The clean roads! The fresh air! So many people of his own age! So many people to talk to! He shook with excitement.

He could already barely control himself getting off the train, but seeing it in person was something else entirely.

And the girls here were so hot.

They wore tops that showed off their midriffs, and skirts that almost went up to their butt, showing tantalizing views of what laid underneath. Even the more modest clothing showed the shapes and outlines much better than anything he had seen in person in his hometown.

The girls in the village, of course, had valued modesty above all else, and Hassan was not much different. He understood that everyone had a right to wear whatever they want. Of course, He didn't wish to show too much of his body than strictly necessary, due to his strict upbringing, but he didn't have an issue with anyone else that does. His more liberal views were what prompted him to choose an out of state college post getting his NEET score.

He beamed at the college as he took it all in, he could've stayed there for hours, just watching people busy body around,

but alas, all good things come to an end.

He stepped forward, as he begun his path to admissions, and then to dormitory allocation.

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