DEEPFICTION AI

Prompt: He’s that one guy in the society who’s unfairly handsome. Lean, sharp jawline, abs that show even under a plain t-shirt, and the kind of face that makes people stare a second longer than they should. He doesn’t try hard — just throws on a simple shirt, jeans, and somehow still looks like he walked out of a photoshoot. Girls notice. A lot of them. He is Indian It’s not subtle. Some have straight-up proposed to him, half-joking, half-serious, because the attraction is that obvious. He handles it with that quiet, slightly amused confidence — never rude, never leading anyone on, just aware of the effect he has. And then there’s his best friend. The one who’s known him the longest. The one who sees him after the gym when the shirt’s off, when the abs are right there, when the post-workout glow hits different. That best friend doesn’t just think he’s attractive. He wants him. Badly. The kind of want that sits under every casual hangout, every late-night talk, every time they end up alone. It’s not just a crush anymore — it’s the urge to pull him in, strip the clothes off, and finally do something about the tension that’s been building for years.