Buddha In Blue Jeans Novels & Stories

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ MIMO'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 As I glance at him, I notice that he has changed his clothes. He is wearing a blue feathery design shirt with his brown khaki jeans that I recently touched. It suddenly came to my mind how soft it was.

His back was visible only, he was looking young because of his blue jeans and light blue T-shirt. By the way Blue is my favourite ! Impressive village guys are wearing jeans not bad ! “Excuse me, can you please help me with the address.”, I called him maintaining a good distance. Don’t know how many germs he was carrying on his body. But he didn’t respond ,out of nowhere I saw a dirty big buffalo directly running into me. My eyes widened and feet trembled in horror. "Oh no Sherlock …”, I shouted on the top of my lungs watching the black creature coming close to me, very close to me with every passing second.

I said in shock. “Why are you reacting like this? Go get ready” she said In 30minutes, I was standing near my grandma. What is he planning now? I was looking at him. He is wearing his casual dress. Jeans with a t-shirt. We all reached the temple. I was scanning all his moves. His calm behavior made me more anxious.

On the other hand, their labs weren’t exactly up to date. Tony made a few more thoughtful sounds, and I heard clicking. “I’m on their website,” he said. “Hum. Well, that’s definitely—wow, they have a pretty big Buddha, huh? Nice. Gorgeous statue. Although—huh, isn’t Buddha usually portrayed with snails on his head? Is his head actually a giant snail here? Wild.”

“Yeap, and the jeans too.” He nods, beaming rather proudly. This morning, Blake is looking exactly like he always does. Hot. Even when he is in just a simple white tee and matching blue jeans, he is effortlessly hot looking. Like a younger version of James Dean. Wait. The shade of blue on my jeans…it’s exactly the same as his! My jaw literally drops to the ground and my eyes just about pop out of my sockets. “Come,” he grabs the plastic bag in my hands and tosses it over his shoulder. “Let’s go.”

I didn't want him to think I was eavesdropping. With a click, his door flew open, and I didn't want to gasp, so I gulped instead. His rugged blue jeans hugged his muscular legs like a second skin, and his work boots were light brown Timberlands. He was bending the collar of his blue work shirt. His hair was shaggy this morning. I almost peed myself when his icy blue eyes found my face.

Johnson said, touching Jessica’s face solemnly. “Mom, I heard from a friend that there’s a great monk at the Great Sage Temple who specializes in choosing an auspicious day for others. Shouldn’t we go visit him at the temple?” Jessica asked, noticing her mother walking ahead slowly. “Oh? Really? I know about the Sacred Light Temple, but you know, your mom hasn’t burned much incense or worshipped Buddha in her life. Is it really useful to cling to Buddha’s feet for this?” “It’s useful, of course, it’s useful. Didn’t Buddha have a saying? He can do it at any time,” Jessica replied casually, not fully understanding Buddhism.

“This man is highly skilled. I can’t even sense his movements.” It only took a few moments before Zayn had already entered the hall. In the hall, he could see Buddha’s statue right in the middle of the mall and he picked up the comforting smell of burning incense. More than ten nuns were standing there. On the other hand, a beautiful silhouette was kneeling before Buddha’s statue. Her emaciated figure was dressed in a plain robe. Just by looking at her back, one could tell that she was an exquisite beauty. Her long, black hair draped across her back like a waterfall. An old abbess was performing the Tonsure for her, and he could tell that the ceremony had just begun. A wisp of long hair land

Jaxon’s voice rumbles through the room. “The staff dress as sexy bunnies. Low cut crop tops that barely leaves anything to the imagination, black panties with a fluffy tail on them. Ears too.” Bree mutters, rolling her eyes. She turns back to Blue. “Wear a black shirt and shorts. You are behind the bar anyway.” “It’s still showing my legs!” I realised that every time we had seen her, she was in a long sleeved top and trousers or leggings. How bad could the scars be?

He was wearing blue denim with a khadi kurta. What was that?? Was he for real?? Who wears just plain jeans and a khadi kurta on his birthday???? I felt that either he was too plain or was from another planet. This man had some weird choice. I mean jeans and kurta on his birthday?? I felt as if I was overdressed considering him to be in jeans and kurta. He saw us and smiled instantly. But as soon as he saw me, it seemed to fade. My enthusiasm dampened. I felt as if I was not welcomed. I should not have come.