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the blatant use of ai in dhurandhar fics in Wattpad is so baffling to me. what the fuck are we doing. every other fic i come across is just AI with some changes to make it seem human
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the blatant use of ai in dhurandhar fics in Wattpad is so baffling to me. what the fuck are we doing. every other fic i come across is just AI with some changes to make it seem human
Kukkad Kamaal Da (2)
Summary: he eats it. crazy style.
A/N: kya likh diya yaar maine 😨 was writing this while walking outside btw. also I'm really sorry for the lack of Bengali elements i swear i tried 😔😔😔😔
Warnings: PUSSY EATING ‼️‼️
Pinda with Bengali reader who teaches him how to say stuff in bengali. And jotharithi (as usual) he says it in a weird accent. But it's endearing—and very cute.
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"Ami..."
"Ami."
"Tomake.."
"Tomoke..."
"Bhalobashi.."
"Bhalo..boshi?"
"Bhalobashi." you giggled.
He paused to listen to your laugh for a little longer, which made a smile appear on his lips.
"Matlab kya hai iska?"
"I love you."
"Haan ji I love you too lekin kya bulwaya mujhse ye toh bata?"
You laughed at his sillyness. "I love you bulwaya."
His mouth formed an 'O' in recognition.
He scooted a little closer to you on the bed while a smirk adorned his face. You raised your eyebrows in question. You scooted backwards a little in retaliation.
He did the same thing again, so did you. You held in a laugh as his smirk only got wider.
He pushed you down on the bed as he got on top of you, balancing himself on his forearms. His smirk never siezed, but your smile dropped the moment he made the bold move.
You tried to shrink yourself under him, suddenly shy at the contact. You hesitantly brought your hands up to his shoulders. Something about that made him look down at your hands, and nothing about the look was innocent.
It almost looked like he was breathing a little hard. It also looked like he was putting a lot of effort trying not to do something stupid.
He brought his head down into your neck, burying it in there. This made your hand on his shoulder drag itself up to tangle in his hair.
He placed a small kiss in there, making you bite your lip supress a whimper.
"Ami..tomoke..bholoboshi." he whispered. You chuckled, which turn into a full blown laugh when he asked, "Yaar, lekin ye toh bas 'I love you' ho gaya na. Mujhe toh 'I love you very much' bolna hai."
It was funny how attentive he looked saying that. He had immediately pulled himself up on his forearms which had made him look like a curious child.
"Toh fir bolna hai, 'Ami tomake khub bhalobashi'.." you poked his chest, feeling nothing but a hardness. But you knew that hardness protected a love inside him that was soft enough to be called home.
"....Badla kya?" he tiled his head to the side. a little, making him look like a little puppy.
"..Khub add kiya na?"
"Acha." he kissed your cheek.
"Ami," another kiss. "Tomoke," another kiss. "Khub," another kiss. "Bhalobashi,"
Throughout the little montage, you didn't stop giggling, only stopping when you realised he was staring at you with the softest smile you'd seen on him.
There was something really poetic about how you both couldn't pronounce each other's languages properly, but tried anyway.
It was like making room for your love in your heart.
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Pinda, with Bengali reader, who just cannot keep his hands off of her when she's in a saree. And it's not in an innocent way.
You scrunched your eyebrows as your eyes locked into Pinda behind you in the mirror.
He was just staring at you. With absolutely no expression on his face.
You paused putting on your earrings, slowly turning to look at him and then going back to what you were doing.
You adorned a gorgeous red saree. The pattern wasn't as intricate as some other sarees you owned, but it was gorgeous nonetheless. It was plain and simple but very chic.
All you hoped was that this was enough for poila boisakh (bengali new year), because some of the lehengas and sarees you had seen made you almost a little insecure.
On the other hand you were grateful for the community you had. Despite the lack of Bengalis or South Indians, you celebrated every festival you could think of. From Christmas, to Eid—everything.
You minded your own business while Pinda stood in the doorway staring at you with the same unreadable face.
You stood up to get you shoes from the other room when Pinda suddenly locked the door.
"Kya kar raha hai?" you asked, irritated. Your annoyance boiled down a little when you saw the look on his face—far from innocent, waiting to prey.
His eyes dragged down from your face to your chest—lingering there for a moment—then your waist and finally your legs. You started to get almost self concious, your palms wringing each other.
The bangles clinked with every movement, which made the tension in the room far worse than it was.
He slowly stalked over stant infront of you, the light above the mirror in your room illuminating his 'panjabi'.
His hands snaked over your waist, wrapping themselves around you.
"Tuhanu pata hai ki tussi huna kinni sohni lag rhi ho?" his gravelly voice gave a lot of his inner turmoil away. You had to keep your eyes from widening as your hands tightened on his chest.
"Mera mana karada hai ki tainu ithe bada kara devam ate tere sarira de hara hise di puja karam."
(I feel like locking you in here and worshipping every part of your body.)
At last, you couldn't really stop a gasp from escaping your lips.
In the past year you'd been together, he hadn't been too freaky or dirty with you. Heated makeout sessions, yes, but nothing more.
Past few months saw a crazy change, though. You weren't sure why he was acting like he was in heat so often nowadays. He constantly had something dirty to add.
Not that he hadn't tried anything. It's just that living in a place where everyone knew everyone made it hard to do anything, let alone have sex.
You looked away, unable to look him in the eyes. Suddenly, his latched his mouth onto yours—probably absolutely eating off your lip combo.
You couldn't decide whether to keep your hand on his chest or in his hair. You eventually settled on the side of his face.
You nearly panted. With the way he was eating your face off, you might have to do your foundation again too.
He pulled you even closer, if that was possible, which caused a gasp to slip. He took that change to shove his tongue inside your mouth.
You couldn't stop your body from pooling heat low in your belly.
You didn't know how long you could go without absolutely ripping your clothes off. It was especially hard to keep your hands off of him when you ovulated. Just seeing him would make you feel like a bitch in heat.
He wasn't a very clean kisser.
You only imagined whether he was a messy eater too.
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Pinda, with Bengali reader who finally finds out whether or not he's a messy eater. And God, is she surprised.
The entire night, Pinda couldn't take his eyes off you. It felt like the bottoms of his 'panjabi' could basically tear.
The entire night went trying to make sure his hard-on wasn't too visible.
What? If you had a gorgeous girlfriend in a red saree who you made out with right before the puja, you'd be hard too!
You walked beside him, yapping about your day constantly. The constant flailing around of your arms and the clinking of your bangles was very distracting.
Especially with how foggy his mind was.
He found it hard to not look at the soft swell of your chest, or the bump of your ass. Not only did the blouse absolutely accentuate your curves, it also made you look incredibly radiant.
You walked into your house with Pinda trailing behind you.
"Aur phir woh kehti hai 'yaar break up kaise karu? pyaar toh bohot karti hu'." you tsked. "Pagal ladki hai bilkul. Complain bhi karna hai, break up bhi nahi karna."
The moment you went to take your bangles off, Pinda grabbed your wrist and clashed you to his chest.
"Pehne rakh."
He picked you up as you let out a squeal and settled on the bed with you. He laid you down gently and got on top of you.
Yet again.
"Arre koi aajayeg-"
"Door locked hai."
"Kar kya Raha hai t-" before you could finish, he smashed his lips onto yours.
The little 'mmm's you let out only seemed to spite him more.
He panted as he parted from your lips and pointed to your saree.
"Ye– kya– uh– ye utar sakta hu?" he blushed. You were sure he was wondering where the sudden confidence came from too.
You nodded shyly. He slowly took the long fabric off, throwing it on the floor.
That left you in a golden shaya and red blouse.
He sat back on his heels to look at you properly. His eyes trailed over your entire body in adoration.
"Kinni sohni hai."
He dipped his head into your neck and gave a kiss. He dragged his lips down your collarbone and placed a heated kiss right in the middle of your chest.
He went back up to your neck and left a line of sloppy kisses. The action made your hands fly to his hair, which made your bangles clink around.
The sound of the bangles dragged out a deep groan from Pinda.
Ooh.
Interesting.
He lifted up the shaya, bunching it up at your waist. He then kissed from your waist to your stomach.
When he reached your inner thighs, your breath got heavier. You were sure your wetness was very clearly visible.
You felt his warm breath on your core as you tried not to close your legs out of sheer embarrassment. He took a long sniff, his nose bumping your already swollen clit. Your right hand flew to his hair again, the other one bunching up the sheets.
He decided he wouldn't waste any more time. He practically ripped your panties off as his mouth immediately latched onto your slick slit.
"Pinda–" you gasped loudly. Flinching, your thighs suddenly closed around his head.
He forced your legs back open as he licked a long stripe from your opening to your clit. Somehow dragging himself even closer to your core, he pressed his tongue into your sensitive bundle.
Your head thrashed around on the pillow. This was an entirely new sensation to you and different from anything you two had done. On to of that, you were confused on how he was so good at this.
His tongue plunged into your tightness. Your eyes welled up with an overwhelming feeling as you tried to push his head away, despite how good it felt.
He immediately retaliated by pulling you closer into his mouth, letting out a low 'hmm'. You weren't sure whether he was disappointed at you trying to move away or impressed at how he was making you squirm.
As he kept sucking inherently, a coil in your belly tightened impossibly. You tried to prolong the sensation just a bit longer, but you couldn't.
The knot tightened even further, making it harder and harder to resist screaming out. You tried pushing him away again, without any prevail.
The knot finally loosened as a dam broke inside of you. Your juices flooded his mouth as he greedily drank your essence up. You panted heavily, your legs shaking and buzzing all of a sudden. You couldn't really feel your toes, and you swore you had blacked out for a moment.
You looked down between your legs to see him staring back at you with a proud smirk on his face. His lips glistened with your fluids as he licked them, staring you straight in the eye. His smirk only grew wider as you closed your eyes in embarrassment.
Pinda, with reader, who's a munch through and through.
i wholeheartedly believe this Udaybir guy is a munch im sorry like look at him bro
so how we feeling. grungus is a lil wet
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Do Deewane..ek class mai?
Chapter 9: Stop thinking with your ovaries.
A/N: so sorry for the delay y'all I had no ideas to write and i was also very swamped (still am)
Word count: 7416
chapter 10
The next few days were quite monotonous. And this project y'all were doing, was fucking your brains out. And you'd much rather have someone do that. Not something.
You sure had a specific someone in mind, too.
You fought hard to keep your eyes open as Nidhi rambled on and on about Abhimanyu. From what it seemed, you were the only one not listening.
"And–and–he's so annoying! He's so chirpy all the time and it pisses me off." she aggressively shoved a book in her bag. She then, aggressively again, grabbed her bag and swung it over her shoulders. You, Disha and Kanishka shared looks of concerns as she continued.
"It's like he never stops talking. He's always nagging me about some bullshit. Uss din ek bande ke saath baat kar rahi thi aur ye aata hai, poochta hai 'ye kaun hai, jaan?' aur uske bande ko laga ki Abhi mera boyfriend hai aur wo sorry bolke bhaag gaya! Can you imagine? Such a shame, he was so cute too!" she clicked her tongue and stopped angrily as you all made your way to the boys' dorms.
"And he pops his stupid, pretty face everywhere–and–and–it's like–his big fucking arms are always distracting me because he works out so much and he's so tall and handsome and–" she paused in between as her eyes widened. She looked over at us to see the rest of us paused too, staring at her with widened eyes and opened mouths.
She wiped her hands on her kurti, looking around for a moment. Turning around, she speed walked out of the building before any of us could question her sudden like for Abhimanyu....and his big arms...?
You dragged your feet behind her on the way to the dorms. You could've sworn you sighed a breath of relief when you finally reached.
Disha grabbed the handle, opening the door and walking in casually.
In the time you guys were friends, you had quickly realised that the concept of privacy wasn't a thing between Disha and Kabir. It was also funny how often you wished for a relationship like theirs. Especially with all the mushy talks and sneaky kisses they shared.
You were greeted with the nothing-short-of-eye-candy sight of the wide expanse of Udaybir's back to you, stirring something in a kadhai.
Hearing you walk in, he looked behind and passed you an easy smile which you gladly returned.
Kabir came up to Disha, taking her bag from her hands and kissed her cheek as you and Kanishka gagged.
You kept you bag on the sofa as your eyes travelled to Abhi and Nidhi who seemed to be having a heated conversation.
"Tujhe sahi mai woh pasand hai?" he asked. If you were being honest, you hadn't really seen him this serious before.
"Haan. Hai. Bol kya ukhaadlega?"
"Uske baal. Taaki tujhe woh pasand na aaye."
Nidhi looked taken back at that. She also looked very impressed. You almost held yourself back from telling her to stop thinking with her ovaries at that point.
You smiled to yourself, going over to the kitchen to help him with the cooking.
"Hey. What's cooking?" good looking?
He banged the metal spatula on the kadhai, scraping off whatever was left on it.
"Hey." he smiled. "Just some chilli paneer."
You gasped. "You know how to cook that?"
"Damn right, I do." he said proudly.
"Need any help?"
"Nope. Go sit down. We have the drinks already, I'll bring the food over there."
"I'll help. There's too much to carry."
"No, hey–"
You ignored him as you grabbed the two plates of chicken wings and momos and brought them over to the table.
While he prepared some drinks on the rocks, you dropped the paneer onto what amounted up to 3 plates and brought that over too.
The party, if you could even call it that, began with soft music. For a moment, it was just Kishore Kumar and Arijit Singh. Or Shreya Ghoshal and Lata Mangeshkar. And you all shared you life stories like you were 50 year olds reuniting after years.
This slowly dragged onto Badshaah. And then item songs.
In the middle of it, Udaybir leaned into you and whispered, "By the way, maine suna hai ki event organisers aur volunteers ki zaroorat hai independance day waale function mai."
You looked up at him and nodded.
"Mere saath volunteering karogi?"
It was a simple sentence. A friendly one at best. But it still made your heart skip a beat.
"Sure." you smiled. You didn't know what else to say, considering how your heart was beating a little faster.
He smiled back while turning back to the chaos infront of your guys. You didn't though. You kept your eyes stuck on the side of his face for a minute.
You finally looked away when Karan suddenly started screaming the lyrics to Sheila Ki Jawaani very loudly and very off key.
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You stared at the volunteering ID card beside you with the ugly ass photo on it. To say that you were shocked at how bad the pictures turned out was an understatement.
Udaybir scoffed as he looked at his. You glanced at it and realised that you never wanted to hit someone so badly before.
He would be straight up lying if he said he looked bad.
"Yours still looks cute. I just look compressed."
"I think I might genuinely hit you right now."
"What?! Look at it!"
"Yeah, I'm looking! Kuch bura nahi hai isme. Aisi photo meri kabhi aajaye toh mai duniya ke chaar chakkar lagake aau." you grumbled.
Udaybir chuckled as he went back to making the mandela pattern on the borders of your project. You tried not to watch his fingers straining on the grip of the pen and continued doing your work.
"Waise, tumhaare paas koi blue, green, orange ya white kurti hai?"
"Hain? Kisliye?"
He raised his eyebrows. "Volunteering ke liye?"
"Mujhe toh laga volunteering mai sab black pehente hai."
"Iss baar toh bola hai tirange ka color pehenna hai."
"Acha. Koi nahi, hai mere paas."
"Waise–um–match karle kya?"
"Hain? Kyu?"
"Woh–" he hesitated. "Volunteers ko match karke pehenna hai isliye."
"Accha. Theek hai, toh fir ham dusro se baat karke decide karlenge kya pehenenge."
"Nahi!" you looked at him in confusion. "Mera matlab–nahi, koi zaroorat nahi hai. Woh–bola tha ki same department waale hi match karenge. Har department se do log hai na? Bas unhe match karna hai." you tried to recall whether the teacher had said anything like that, but you must've forgotten with that pea brain of yours.
"Aur waise bhi, mere paas sirf blue kurta hai. Toh tum bhi blue hi pehen lena." he smiled nervously.
You nodded, convinced you had zoned out when the teacher was talking about the arrangements and everything.
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The day for the function finally came. You had dressed yourself up in a beautiful dark blue kurti and a white loose palazzo. You paired that up with cream colored sandals. There wasn't much commotion with makeup since you weren't doing anything too fancy, so you put only a little bit. You decided to put the chunni over your chest. If it did bother you later, you could drape it behind your neck.
You walked down to your ground area where there was going to be a little function which would comprise of dances and songs that you had heard since you were 10.
Memories were also hitting you very hard and fast. You quickly realised that nostalgia was nothing short of bitter.
You were flying around getting your work done for about 20 mins, when your name was called behind you.
You looked behind you to see a sight that put the sun to shame. Your previously scrunched eyes to protect your eyes from the glare of the sun were almost wide open.
Udaybir was walking upto you in all his glory in a navy blue kurta that somehow marched your kurti in the exact same shade. It all went down to the bottoms too, that also matched yours. The only thing that was even remotely different was maybe the pattern.
He also adorned a dupatta wrapped around his neck scarf style.
He reached you as he stared at you for a moment. You realised you looked a little different from the tired girl in class with the tied hair and eyebags. No one was used to seeing each other in fancy clothes.
You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you looked down at his shoes. You didn't notice how his eyes travelled from your bangles to over your curves and your feet.
"Sundar lag rahi ho." he blurted. You snapped your eyes back to his, not knowing if the compliment was meant for you.
It clearly was, since he looked almost red and was staring you right in your eyes.
"Tum bhi." you shyly muttered.
You two stared at each other for a pause. Then suddenly, as if your conscience came back, you cleared your throat and took a step back to let the tension pass a bit.
He did exactly the same.
Just then, a loud voice announced on the speakers for the volunteers to gather at a point.
As you both walked over there, you noticed that more than half of the volunteers from the other departments weren't matching.
You were confused as you brought this up to Udaybir, who brushed it off by saying that they must've not listened either, and would get scolded by the dean.
Which was even more confusing, considering most of the people who volunteered were also couples. Who volunteered to only to spend some time together.
And the entire day was passing without you noticing anyone getting scolded.
grungus on the puter, wats he gon' do?
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Do Deewane..ek class mai?
Chapter 1: They got an atheist praying for mercy.
A/N: Hi guys! never written an entire story before but since there's none for udaybir sandhu or very less for pinda, im taking things into my own hands. so yipee.
for the sake of this story, let's pretend udaybir did an MBA from SRCC. and also let's pretend that there are some extra circulars and we cannot tick off of our course in SRCC, because that's relevant to the story.
dekho bhai ye aesthetic westhetic mere se na hota padhna hai toh padhlo. projecting hard here kyuki mai hi hu ye basically.
Udaybir Sandhu x Awkward!CollegeFriend!FemReader
Word count: 6550
click here for chapter 2!
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You were always a shy girl. And no, not in the "cutesy, coquette way" that people always thought...the awkward way. The way that you'd dig your nails into your palms while speaking to someone. The way you'd stop yourself from approaching someone because you thought you didn't look the part. You'd feel too short and meek around tall girls, and too masculine and tall around short girls. It wasn't a very healthy way to live, you'd admitted. But ab jo dil mai bitha liya hai, usko badalne mai kiske baap mai itni himmat hai?
Kisike baap ne nahi, but your best friend tried. Kanishka thought a sharp glare when you deprecated yourself, or a "BHAK" here and there would fix it.
"Mujhe samajh nahi aata tu uske story dekhne ke liye itna tadapti kyu hai. Matlab shakal toh dekh uski yaar. Chuha se compare karungi toh chuho ka badnaam hoga." Kanishka grumbled as she chewed on a fry.
You sighed as you scrolled through your ex's profile on her phone. You didn't have the courage to follow him again through your new account, so you looked for a better alternative.
"Unfollow bhi nahi karne deti tu us bhen ke takke ko. Uski suar jaisi shakal har doosre din mujhe dekhni padhti hai." She sighed exhasparatedly. "I mean I would've understood if he atleast made you cum. But, no. Nothing. Nada. When was the last time you had an orgasm anyway?"
You pursed your lips and returned her phone back to her.
"I mean, how can he do this? 8 whole months down the drain. I couldn't even get him to like my stories without telling him. Or post me. I bet the new girl doesn't even have to ask him to all that." You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your coke. Who has to tell their boyfriends to like their stories? You hadn't even recieved flowers in all the 8 months you spent bouncing on that 4 incher.
"Listen to me." Kanishka put her hand over yours. "If you and him were meant to be endgame, he would respect you. He would understand you. He would also not get with another girl within a week of you guys breaking up. Hell, he wouldn't even break up with you."
"Yeah, yeah. I should stop this. Unfollow him."
"You said that 3 months back."
"Okay, well, I mean it now."
"You said that 3 months back too."
"Nisha. Please. I'm being serious. Tang aagyi hu ye sab dekh ke. Kabhi kabhi lag ta hai kya ghor paap kar diya maine. New waali ke har post pe uske comment hai."
She squinted her eyes. "That seems genuine." You raised your eyebrows at her.
"Fine. Unfollow mole rat, it is." She unlocked her phone and clicked instagram.
"Alright, I'm doing it. You sure?"
"Yes."
"Are you very sure?"
"Yep."
She opened his profile, and asked again, "And you're entirely su-", She started.
"Oh, for fuck's sake." You snatched the phone from her hands, clicked on the toggle down menu and unfollowed him. You dropped the phone on the table carefully, making sure to not draw attention in the bustling food court.
She clapped her hands and stopped her feet slightly. "I'm so happy for you, meri jaan. Jo tune bola tha last year karegi, finally kar hi diya, hain? Sach mai yaar, I feel like a proud mother."
"Bas kar yaar." you said, scoffing. "I'm proud of myself too."
"Sorry? What was that?" she cupped her ear.
"Huh? I said I'm proud of myself?" you raised your volume a little, confused since you were sure you spoke pretty loudly, but you guessed the two teenage girls gossiping on the table behind Kanishka was a little distracting.
"Ek minute, ruk." she unlocked her phone faced the back camera towards you. "Waapas bolna?"
Oh, that's what this was about.
You tsked, pushing the phone down and smiling bashfully.
"Pehli baar sunri hoon ye shabd tere mooh se. Aaj toh miracle hi miracle hai. Acha bata, koi letter aaya?"
"From the colleges?"
"No, from your husband who's gone to war." she looked at you with an 'are you serious?' look. "Yes, from the colleges."
"Nope, not yet. IIMB ka website toh dikha raha hai ki aaj 5 baje aajayega. Toh mere paas rone ke liye abhi bhi 4 ghante hai. SRCC ke 6 baje hai results. I don't care about Christ enough to check, par papa keh rahe the 6 baje hi aayega. St. Joseph ka kal aaya tha, nahi hua." you said, dipping a fry generously in sauce and eating it.
"You had only 2 safeties?" she asked, her eyes widening.
"Dekh yaar, ya toh IIMB mai ya SRCC mai ghusna hai. Nahi accept hui, toh dekhna padega jannat mai colleges hai ya nahi." you joked, or did you?
"Bold of you to assume you're going to heaven." she smirked.
"I'm not the one with my head burried in pussy and tits, girl." you said, smirking back.
Her jaw dropped. "Okay first of all, we broke up. Second of all, you're not all that innocent either. Don't act like I didn't catch you writing absolutely toe curling smut for that one celebrity you like."
You laughed. "Atleast that's not real."
You both giggles, going back and forth at one another. It felt like when you couldn't rely on yourself, you could rely on her. She'd constantly hear you out on things that you'd spoken about multiple time just so the weight on your chest could be down. You didn't think girl friendships got better than this.
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About another 2 hours of grovelling over random shit and walking around the mall without shopping for anything, you guys were finally home to the apartment you shared. You two had moved in together after your bachelors degrees.
Oh, and, the last 2 hours of not shopping didn't count. Your hands were still full of bags. The moment you two stepped inside the house, you hit the sack.
About what you thought was only an hour, you finally woke up and stretched your legs and arms to look at the time, and your blood immediately ran cold.
The longer hand of the clock pointed starkly to 12, and the shorter to 6. The results from IIMB were already out, and the results for SRCC would come out now.
You got up and tried to calm yourself. The website would crash if you opened it now. You went to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water and paced around it, not being able to down the entire glass. You put down the glass and grabbed your hair in frustration.
Fuck it.
You took your phone from the side of the bed, went to the living room and opened the IIMB website. You put your details, and a link led you to a page which had confetti running down it.
Congratulations! You've been selected for our MBA in...
You didn't read anything after that because your eyes didn't let you. You laughed in utter disbelief and tried not to scream in order to not wake Kanishka up.
Now, it was time for the final boss. SRCC.
SRCC had been your dream since you were in 11th grade. You had tried to get into it for your bachelors, but that didn't really work out for you. You weren't really hopeful for the results this time either, thank your low self esteem for that. Especially knowing how large the competition is. You had definitely gone through all the subreddits that had the letters S, R, and C in them, trying to wring out any and every information you could find to get a seat in Asia's best commerce college.
You raked your fingers through your hair to soothe yourself a little as the document for your acceptance or rejection loaded. Colleges were crazy, huh? They got an atheist praying for mercy.
You stared at the screen as it started back at you, with the words:
Congratulations! You have been accepted for our MBA course of 2 years.
You could hear your heart drop. You ran to the room to see Kanishka sitting up scowling at her phone in tears.
"Nisha? Kya hua?" you say on the edge of the bed infront of her.
She looked up and smile slowly spread into her face. "I GOT IN! I GOT IN! I GOT IN SRCC!" she shot up and started jumping around the room.
"I GOT IN TOO!" you two held hands and started jumping around together.
Now, you had to figure out whether you wanted to go to IIM or SRCC. However could you choose?
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Do Deewane..ek class mai?
Chapter 3: Loneliness gets a girl on Pinterest.
A/N: Hi guys! they meet. yipee yipee yipee yipee. hes so charismatic look at him.
Word count: 5282
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You sighed. God, now you couldn't even sleep peacefully without getting noticed if the class got too boring. Not that you were thinking of doing that, not at all.
You walked back into the communication class room, hoping to find this Udaybir guy. Not that you were gonna talk to him. Absolutely not. Who does that?
You sat in the same chair again, taking out your phone and opening pinterest. You know what they say: like loneliness gets a man on drugs and alcohol, it gets a girl on Pinterest.
You weren't sure if anyone actually said that.
You heard footsteps, but you didn't look up.
Infact you buried yourself in your phone harder so you could look nonchalant.
From the corner of your eye, you saw someone walk in. And you swore time stopped for a moment.
This man was nothing short of a Greek god. Chiseled face, a beautiful beard that covers that unholy jawline, eyes of steel and tousled hair. He easily stood at a tall 6ft.
You quickly averted your eyes back to your phone so he didn't have the displeasure to look at your face.
He sat a row apart on the same seat. He looked like he was hesitating. You were doing no particular thing now, none of the letters on screen registering in your brain anymore.
You had thought you'd seen enough of hot men. Yes, you had your share of a list of celebrities with who the least you wanted to do was meet.
This was something entirely new. Seeing absolute greek gods in real life? You say beautiful women everyday. But beautiful men? Pretty rarely. You wanted just one look at him. Just one more. But you couldn't risk him getting absolutely disgusted looking at you. So you kept yourself busy.
"Uh, excuse me?" a deep, smooth voice echoed in the classroom walls. Was he talking to you? Well, obviously. There's no one other than you two.
You looked up from your phone to see him looking at you.
"Uh, yes?" you asked, trying not to hyperventilate.
"Sorry, I just wanted to ask if this is the right class for communication. I didn't expect it to be so empty." he smiled awkwardly.
"Oh, um, yes. It is. I checked. You must be Udaybir?"
"Yes, that's me."
"Wow. Nice name." what? "I'm Y/N." you passed an awkward smile back.
"Thank you." he laughed bashfully. "Yours is too. Nice to meet you Y/N. So, how'd you know my name?"
Your heart actually has his name carved somewhere on the vein that connects it to your left ring finger. Wait, what?
"I came here first, and saw the class empty. Didn't expect it to be like that either. So I went out and checked with Shabnam ma'am and it said we're the only two people here."
"Oh, I see. Maybe we should ju-." He was cut off by a loud baritone coming through the door.
"Good morning, good morning. Students...?" the teacher's, you assumed, voice faded into confusion as he stared at the both of you.
You and Udaybir passed each other a look.
The teacher whipped out a massive file and started going through the pages. You assumed that was the attendance file.
He looked at you two, then the file. You, file. you file.
"So who's Udaybir?" really? He was going to ask who was Udaybir between you and the most masculine man you'd ever seen?
"Me, sir." Udaybir raised his hand. "I'm Udaybir."
Okay, you've heard enough. Your legs are divorced.
Control, girl.
"So you're Y/N?" the teacher pointed to you.
No, I'm Helen of Troy.
You nodded anyway. "Ye- Uh- yes, sir."
Fuck. You mentally facepalmed yourself.
"Well, why are you all the way back there? We still have an hour and a half for this class to end. Aage aao dono."
You sighed. This was going to be one hell of a year. You didn't know how long you would last with Mr. Greek God and Mr. I Can't Differenciate Between Men And Women.
You didn't want to drop this class either. Communication was for extra credits and stuff. It was easier, you'd heard. Or read, from when you scoured the entire internet for tips.
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"NICE NAME?? WHO THE FUCK SAYS NICE NAME?! HE PROBABLY THINKS IM CREEPY AS FUCK" you banged your hands on the steering wheel. Kanishka looked at you with scrunched eyebrows.
"Maybe he thought it was swe-." she tried to interfere.
"GOD, HE PROBABLY WANTS TO DIE LOOKING AT ME. WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I DONE? I'M NEVER GETTING A BOYFRIEND, NEVER GETTING MARRIED, NEVER ANYTHING."
"If you're done, can we go eat? I'm really hungry."
You looked up from your little temper tantrum and started choking her.
"KHAANE KE ALAWA TERE DIMAAG MAI KUCH HAI BHI?? BHUKKAD. BHEN KI LODI."
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You stared at nothing in particular, yourind occupied by that gorgeous man. What were the chances he was single anyway? Absolutely zero, probably.
Kanishka let you know that she would get some food for the both of you, as you sat in the chair in the cafeteria.
You thoughts were interrupted by a tap on your shoulder.
"Arre, kya hai yaar? Shaanti se aake baithja-." your voice died in your throat as you looked back to see the same guy who'd.
"Uh, Udaybir. Wow, hah, hi. What's up?"
What's up???? Who the fuck says that? Are you a 12 year old boy?
"Hey. I went to get the communication books." he sat beside you. "Fir mujhe yaad aaya ki mere class mai mere alawa sirf tum hi ho. Aur tum dikh bhi gayi yaha, toh socha book dedu abhi." he handed you a fat fucking book that you most likely would not be reading fully.
"Whaaaat? That's so nice, thanks a lot! You're really nice." you said that already.
"That's really nice of you." You said that too.
"Thanks a lot! One less fat book to carry." Okay, stop speaking.
He flashed you a toothy smile.
Wow, perfect white teeth. If I tried hard enough, maybe our kids could have that too.
STOP.
"Well, see you tomorrow then, classmate." he winked, tapped your shoulder twice and walked away.
Oh, wow. Okay. Yeah. This was okay. You could be calm over this. Yep.
Your heart did a little turn. Right then, Kanishka came and sat.
"Who the hell was that guy? I didn't know we had models at our school."
"That was him. Udaybir."
Her eyes widened. "What? Girl, you need to get with that man. He literally radiates major big dick energy."
"You didn't even talk to him."
"Girl, I can tell. I have the big dick radar. Also, he came to give you a book because you're the only other person in his class." she scoffed, taking a bite of the boiled egg. "Who does that stuff anymore?"
"It's a book."
"That probably has love letters in it. You should open it. Yanno, just in case."
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more of you bitches need to be angry and say "where is the fair skin representation" because I love seeing the whataboutism.
this rage wasn't there when all films do is promote fair skin and how there's literal fucking creams for seeming fairer.
the rage wasn't there when someone would compliment a fair skinned girl by saying she looks beautiful and angelic and not saying anything about dark skin.
the rage wasn't fucking there when companies refuse to take models with vitiligo or dark skin.
the rage wasn't fucking there when not even medicinal studies have dark skinned models.
the rage wasn't fucking there when no one tested medicines and shit on dark skin.
the rage wasn't fucking there when black ppl were experimented on like animals.
the rage wasn't fucking there when brown ppl weren't called pretty and called ugly because they're dark skinned
the rage wasn't fucking there when so many ppl tried to bleach their skin to look white
the rage wasn't fucking there when white bitches did tans so dark that they would look black. not even just white, even other asians that have milky white skin talking about some "the beauty standards" or the "perfect tan" like these same bitches don't turn around and call indians dirty or black people aggressive.
the rage wasn't there when ppl stole from different rich cultures and called it bullshit like bohemian or Scandinavian. or when ppl started getting lip fillers when black women having big lips was an ongoing joke. or when braids were villanized and now white fuckers are getting them.
there was no fucking rage when there were whites saying the n word and even indians now (looking at some of you bitches in the dhurandhar fandom too bc you think you can get away with being racist just coz you brown. you can't. you just as bad as the whites who say it. i can easily tag multiple of you here but I'm not gonna do that. and i hope you experience the same kind of racism you show). there was no rage either when ppl called AAVE ghetto or ppl eating with hands disgusting.
but yes, go on tell me how there is no "fair skin representation" and how "racism isn't a thing anymore" and how the n word is "just a word". go on.
plead your case in hell when satan looks down on you with no mercy.
Do deewane...ek class mai?
Chapter 11: Men protect men.
A/N: this is kind of a chapter that's like more into how the guys are. and also a fantasy bc men irl aren't like this. also yeah I took that picture of the sky. 2 chapters in a day imma try to upload the 3rd one too but i gotta lock in so sorry if I don't. short ass chapter im sorry shoot me please.
Word count: 5458
Over the course of just a few weeks you, Samar and Rishabh had gotten much closer.
You had also noticed Rishabh starting to act weird around you.
"Why the hell were you talking to that Udaybir guy? You know he's not a good guy right?"
"What the hell are you talking about? He's one of my best friends."
"Well I know he isn't too good. I can tell."
On another occasion, he questioned your loyalty to any future relationship of yours.
"I'm just saying. You're always talking to 10 different guys. I don't think any self respecting guy would like that."
"What?"
"Your future husband. No guy wants to be with a girl who talks to 7 different guys each day."
You stared at him in mock horror. Well, not actually. You were definitely horrified.
"I don't get why you think you have the authority to tell me what a man likes and what he doesn't. A man is a man. They like kids and dogs too. I promise you there's hardly any men who have self respect."
And you were looking at one right now.
"See, that's what's wrong with this generation. You women think you can get away with anything just because you're women. That's what's up."
Ohhhhhhhh.
"Sure. Women get away with everything. When men who rape kids aren't given any jail time because they're too young or they have a career in athletics. Let me guess, your favorite football player is Ronaldo?"
"Well yeah. What does that have to do with anything?"
"You don't know he's a rapist do you?"
You watched with a smirk as he went on an angry rant that Ronaldo would never rape someone and how he's married to a beautiful woman and everything.
Yeah, a woman who waited 9 years for a ring. Who only got a ring when the kids said that he should marry her, to what he responded by saying 'i wasn't too ready, my kids pressurized me'.
Sure. That's a man with high worth and a woman with self respect.
You often noticed how he wouldn't say anything like this stuff around Samar. You weren't sure if he had a crush on him or he knew he would get blasted if he so much as whispered anything about his incel mindset.
You couldn't do much other than keep yourself away from him at all costs because men protect men. There's no way Samar would choose to believe you.
Or, atleast that's what you thought.
Sitting at a round table in the cafeteria, the air seemed to be slightly tense.
Everyone tried to joke around as you sat between your friends, fiddling with your fingers or anything you could pick up.
Samar and Rishabh yapped off about some marketing thing with Karan and Kabir.
Everything was peachy before Rishabh said something along the lines of, "Pata nahi aurato ko kyu rakhte hai marketing mai. Unko toh bas do button kholne hote hai aur lo, bik gaye do gaadi."
Absolute silence ungulfed the table for a moment. You weren't exactly sure what reaction Rishabh was expecting from everyone, but it sure as hell wasn't like 10 pairs of eyes staring at him.
You couldn't believe someone so misogynistic was in finance.
He was just chuckling obnoxiously. Which then faded into a slight cough.
"What does that mean?" Udaybir spoke up right before you could call Rishabh out for what he said.
"Like- you know-"
"No. We don't. What the hell does that mean?" Samar, this time, spoke up. It was almost scary to see him so serious. It was clear he didn't play about his morals.
If anything, it was attractive to see the men not laughing over blatant misogyny. Even if it was the bare minimum.
"Women- like, they can just dress up pretty and-" he flailed his arms around. "They won't know much about ca-"
"Your mother is in one of the biggest investment companies. How do you have the guts to say something like this about women?"
Rishabh was silent this time. You could see Samar absolutely fuming. You could tell he had never heard a statement like this from Rishabh, which was shocking because apparently they were pretty good friends.
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You fiddled with the corner page of the book you kept open for the past hour. The only sounds that echoed in the library were the frustrated sighs and rustling of pages. Or the tapping of keys and the drag of a pen across the paper.
From your periphery, you watched Samar walk up behind you while sulking slightly.
He sat beside you with a quiet sigh and his head in his hands.
"I'm sorry about today. I didn't know he was like that."
"You've never heard him speak like that about women?"
"No. I promise. If I did, I would've stopped being friends with him long time back."
You sighed. It was quite hard to believe that a guy who's been best friends with another man would never heard him talk shit about women. Well, you guessed, maybe he just turned a blind eye to it all.
"I would never turn a blind eye to misogyny. I don't get why he would say something like that. I'm really sorry. I truly am."
"Why are you apologising, Samar?" you said softly. "It wasn't your fault."
"Feels like it is, though. I feel like I've never looked into the jokes he's made."
"Your accountability is appreciated."
You looked at each other for a moment and started laughing.
"God, you scare me. Your children will definitely be disciplined."
You chuckled at his words. You knew if you were ever to have kids, you wouldn't make the mistake of raising them like Rishabh.
"Come. Let's get something to eat." he practically grabbed your arm and dragged you outside.
It was times like this that you were glad there were stores right outside of campus that were open nearly 24 hours.
"I've heard you really like the Döner Club's loaded fries. How good are they?"
"Oh, so good. The day I discovered those fries was the day I realised I'm going to have a loaded fries station at my wedding."
"Wow, that's dramatic." he laughed.
A healthy 15 mins went by to get your food to go. Thank the heavens above for takeaway services.
The walk back to campus was full of chattering about the most random things—favorite cuisines, foods, where you're from, etc.
You were almost thankful you found friends like these near you.
You reached the library to find Udaybir and some of the other guys there too. When you walked in, you saw Udaybir straighten up, and slouch again when he saw Samar walk in behind you.
"Kaha gaye the dono?" he asked.
"Khana lene. Sab ke liye laaye hai." you smiled. He returned back a strained smile while Karan laughed and muttered something under his breath.
Weird.
You all got to munching silently. No one really had the energy to complain or talk. It was really like a spectrum. Because a college student's body would either be surprised with 9000 calories at once or no food for 5 days straight. None of which were very healthy.
Oh, well. Who cared. Atleast there was food in your stomach.
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Do deewane...ek class mai?
Chapter 10: Not that deep.
A/N: so one night i actually had a dream about the real Samar and he's a really sweet guy irl too but thing is we hardly talk at all. so the dream caught me off guard. and now my brain keeps telling me to hear it out. like stfu damn. again sorry for being so late.
Word count: 7849
chapter 11
It easily took all of your friends and you one whole month to complete all the projects. And not one day had gone by with you not thinking about the independance day event.
These projects somehow helped you make new friends too. That too, people who you hadn't talked to since the beginning.
This one guy called Samar in particular.
He was a sweet and outgoing guy. He had strong opinions on everything that he absolutely had to voice out, without which he would totally explode. The energy that surrounded him screamed 'marketing manager'.
He also appeared to one of the sensible guys of this generation. Standing at a tall, lanky 6ft with a chiseled face and great hair, he spoke with a loud baritone that could easily be heard across the next three classrooms.
You had recently started hanging out with him a lot more. While you could confirm with a hand on your heart that you had no feelings for him whatsoever, some others did not feel the same.
"You know, the tall and lanky ones always have the long-"
"If you continue that sentence, your burger isn't seeing the light of day."
That immediately shut Kanishka up.
You all were sat around the cafeteria table. Udaybir seemed to be fixated at seemingly nothing while the others contemplated being alive at all.
Yeah, exam season hit again.
"No, she's right though. I dated a guy who was tall and lanky and goodness me." Nidhi wiped her forehead dramatically.
"Okay, I don't wanna learn about a guy's dick over lunch. Please."
Across you, Udaybir started choking on whatever the hell he was eating. He coughed incessantly, eyes watering, while you all tried to pass him water to calm him down.
In between all that chaos, Udaybir glanced at your with his reddenned eyes with a sheepish and embarrassed look on his face.
You felt a tap on your shoulder, turning around to see Samar towering over you.
"Hey." he passed a toothy smile. "You wanted me to explain some inferential statistics topics right? You wanna do that right now?"
"Oh, sure! That's a good idea. Have you eaten anything yet?"
"No, but I'm not hungry at all. Come with me, I'll explain the topics and we can get something to eat maybe?"
"Yeah, of course!"
In the corner of your eyes, you noticed various looks towards the interaction.
One that stood out the most, was a deathly glare.
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You were back at the dorms after all of the commotion about math.
You also discovered that drinking redbull mixed with coke might be a horrid combination, but it helped keep you awake. For way too long.
It didn't help that literally everyone tried this combination. And now everyone was sitting around the room, losing their shit, hands shaking and everything.
Udaybir whisper from beside you, "So, how does Samar teach?"
"Pretty good actually. He's definitely cut out for marketing." you chuckled. That man talked faster than his brain processed anything.
You barely noticed his jaw clenching tightly.
"Okay, I need you to be honest here. Am I a bad teacher?"
"No, what? What the hell made you think that?"
"Well, you know. You usually ask doubts to be. Makes me feel nice and all mighty."
"Oh, that's what this is about? I promise I love your teaching. He's just better at math, as we both know, than us. He saw me being confused about some topics and he offered to help. He was really sweet about it and I didn't want to be rude."
Udaybir hummed absentmindedly.
"Plus, he explained very well. I swear it worked wonders. I solved like 5 problems right after he explained it." you sighed dreamily.
He muttered under his breath something along the lines of 'I could teach you too, he isn't special' which you couldn't quite catch.
He hummed again. He didn't sound super interested in what you were saying, so you decided to shut up.
You noticed Disha and Kabir had managed to fall asleep. And you were at a point of time where you were happy for them, considering the terrific combo you had just hours back.
Nidhi and Abhimanyu were pretty much dozing off. There wasn't anything much going on in there brains. It seemed that the redbull only effected you and Udaybir too much, much to your disappointment.
Karan and Kanishka were completely engrossed in some bullshit game Kanishka downloaded on his phone. She refused to download anything on hers and for some reason, Karan didn't care.
You and Udaybir shared a knowing glance at that.
Soon, the room fell into a silence. It wasn't awkward or anything. It was a tired sort of silence. You just basked in each other's company.
The next day, you woke up to your head leaning on Udaybir's shoulder, and his leaning on your head. You scrambled to untangle yourself from him as you looked around the room to see no one was up yet.
Maybe a little more sleep wouldn't hurt.
You went right back to the position you were in, without any remorse whatsoever.
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Your class had a variety of people. There was the wannabe rich people, who were middle class at best but wanted to show off whatever money they had. But the real colors showed when they were asked to read aloud in class.
Oh, what you would give for them to realise that their reading level was at 3rd grade at best.
Then there were the nerds. They were pretty normal, actually. Sweet, helpful, caring even. You weren't cutout for anything colleges if you weren't nerds for sure. But school nerds were much different than college ones.
These people actually knew how to have fun. Which was very comforting to see.
Then there were the snobby people with daddy's money.
Yes, believe it or not, colleges had them too.
Designer clothes all over the body, expensive perfume, expensive makeup—the entire package.
You were still nice to everyone though. Regardless of the fact that they could have a reality tv show made out of them.
They were nice only to people who had daddy's money as well.
It didn't irk you too much to see how often they would have drama surrounding them. Everytime something happened, there were a few familiar names called out.
Right now, however, you realised you might catch yourself in the middle of some drama.
You watched in conviction as Udaybir leaned over one of these girls from that group.
She was everything you were practically not—tall, gorgeous, curly hair, elite fashion sense, jewellery surrounding her entire body, perfume that could be smelt kilometres away, what not.
You pursed your lips to keep the self deprecating thoughts out of you. Which proved to be really hard, considering how cozy they looked.
She was constantly hitting his biceps and laughing loudly at something he was saying. Come on, there's no way what he said was that funny.
You scratched the back of your neck as you looked away for a moment and then looked back. You saw how Raina leaned a little closer to him, basking in all his glory.
You didn't blame her at all. He was a very distracting man. Just, you wanted him to be your distracting man.
It didn't help to know that he leaned closer too. Maybe you were analyzing this too much. Maybe it isn't really that deep.
You looked away before you dug holes in her back with the looks you were giving them.
You turned your attention back to whatever the hell Samar was talking about in front of the entire class.
This man had the confidence of someone trying rejection therapy. And you were absolutely here for it. You wished you adorned that kind of confidence too. Maybe it would be easier to attract people you liked, then.
You snapped out of it when Samar came back to his seat and whispered, "Kaisa tha?"
You smiled back and leaned closer to whisper back, "Amazing. I would totally buy it."
He responded with a sweet smile, a swish to his hair and a small nod.
What you hadn't noticed about this entire interaction was that Udaybir was glaring daggers at the two of you.
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Another one of the group study days, Udaybir explained something in economics to you.
You tried to not pay attention to the sudden proximity that he made between you.
You were practically on his lap. You could smell his cologne pretty well, and you absolutely could see his eyes better from this angle.
"Waise, doesn't Samar have a girlfriend?"
"He does? I don't know."
"I think he does. He was sweet talking this other girl that day." Udaybir said, putting his book back in his bag.
"Maybe. He's a sweet guy, maybe they were just talking."
Unfortunately, this statement sounded a lot like denial to Udaybir.
"I mean, isn't that a red flag? It's not a good thing when a guy is nice to every girl, right?" he said, in a hopeful tone which you thankfully missed.
"Well, yes. Which means I hope he lets go of that practice when he does find a girlfriend."
Udaybir stared at you for a moment, conflicted. He then nodded.
"What about Raina? I saw her feeling you up and everything the other day." you tried to smirk, which probably looked absolutely horrid.
"Oh, that's nothing. I don't know why she was doing all that but I guess she's sweet."
You could've heard that crack from Paris.
You simply nodded.
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The next day, while talking to Samar, one other guy walked up to him.
They did their bro handshake thing, as Samar stood up to introduce you.
"Rishabh, this is Y/N. Y/N, Rishabh. He's with me in marketing management. Also, a great orator."
Yoy waved at him with a small smile on your face. He waved back.
You wondered where the hell SRCC found absolutely models from. Because you had never found any when you were actively looking to date.
Rishabh sat down on your other side, and you guys started talking about everything all at once.
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