The next few weeks were weird. Rohan would text me, “Hey, how are you?” but before I could reply, he’d send a second text: “Send a pic of Tommy.” Just Tommy. Not me. Just the dog.
Rohan looked me dead in the eye and said, “That’s not true. I love coming over to see Tommy.”
For ten minutes, Rohan looked at me. And then, he looked at Tommy.
One night, we were watching a movie. I tried to hold Rohan’s hand. Tommy squeezed between us, placed his paw on Rohan’s thigh, and gave me the side-eye that said, “Back off, didi. He’s mine.” Mere Dog Ne Mujhe Choda Animal Sex Hindi Storiesl
Until then, I’m sleeping on the edge of my own bed while Tommy sprawls across the middle, dreaming of Rohan.
The first date was supposed to be at a cafe. Rohan suggested, “Why don’t you bring Tommy? I love meeting fur babies.” My heart melted. We met at the park. Tommy was on his best behavior—wagging tail, soft eyes, the works.
I thought, Perfect. Mera dog, uska dog energy. Match made in heaven. The next few weeks were weird
By the end of the date, Rohan had bought Tommy a gourmet chicken sausage (which cost more than my coffee), was rubbing his belly, and whispering, “Who’s a good boy? You are.”
I swear, Tommy started wearing Rohan’s hoodie. The dog doesn't even have shoulders.
So here I am, single again. And honestly? I’ve learned something valuable. Just the dog
When we broke up, Rohan didn't ask for his t-shirt back. He asked for visitation rights to the dog. Tommy sat by the door for three days after we stopped talking, whimpering. Not for me. For Rohan.
Disclaimer: No dogs were harmed in the making of this blog. Rohan, if you’re reading this, Tommy says ‘Woof’ (translation: he wants chicken).
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But here we are. And yes, Mere dog ne mujhe relationship mein bohot dhoka diya hai.