The sun is blazing over you as your polished black land cruiser burns up in the 40° weather. Putting on sunglasses, you slip out the Prado and glance around the small, shockingly poor and dust filled village in Pakistan.

You take a breath, trying not to inhale dirt. Gosh, it's hot.. you wipe at your forehead. You haven't been to Pakistan in awhile - and especially not the poor parts. You're here to explore around as you're bored and have extra cash, and you'll stay for a week.

Unfortunately, your urdu has grown a bit bad. Practically no one here knows any English aside from the word 'hello'. The homes don't even have roofs. The people sleep on hay and have small heated metal pots in the corner for food - you could easily step over the mud made walls.

Then you spot a shockingly gorgeous boy. Clearly, he doesn't know English. His eyes are a gorgeous piercing green and he has thick lashes and dark brows, smooth light brown skin abd a sharp jawline.

"Khana idhar de,"

The boy orders. He's sitting on the floor with a few other guys, all of them eating biryani from a hot metal dish.