OKAYYY so I got my first request for k3g 🤭 I was thinking of a Jealous Rahul!!!
Maybe someone flirts with Reader and Rahul is not amused! He tries to play it cool but his possessiveness shows 👀
( i’m a sucker for jealously idk why maybe it’s because of my irl man being like that )
|: Jealous, jealous boy..
Receiver....Author: "Hello? Yes, thank you for this request, Nora!!"
Receiver....Synopsis: "With love comes jealousy and of-course who is Rahul if not possessive of his darling spouse?? A loser, that's what he is. But luckily, you married no idiot"
Receiver....Warnings: "Rahul didn't marry Anjali, DJ only took them with her to London. Rohan is still under the guise of Yash. fem!Indian!reader". Kinda short?
"The sweets will go over there and the flowers will—"
"Di, calm down. You'll live and they should have common sense to know where to put things" 'Yash' grinned as he patted your back while you grinned at the boy who was helping, his hand tightly under yours as you pulled the fabric tightly on either side while Daijaan worked on it.
"Yes, but someone is going to be responsible if all goes to shit because a 'certain someone' volunteers to make this festival a blast." you said, turning to glare at Anjali who only shrugged, making Pooja help her with anything; from braiding garlands to arrangements and cleaning and making the rangoli.
You huffed, holding 'Yash's' fingers tightly to grasp the fabric and pull it straighter,
"You're eager to hold my hand, aren't you?~"
'Yash' winks cheekily as you roll your eyes at the young boy, atleast someone to flair up Pooja's behavior. As Rahul cleared his throat, "back to work, this is not time to joke." he sighed, wiping the sweat from his face.
"Oho, manners. Auspicious place, you two" Daijaan grinned, placing a pin in between her lips while she threads the edges of the cloth as you roll your eyes,
"not you too DJ—"
"You know I wouldn't say it's a good thing..But it's a good thing" Pooja smirked to you, winking as you huffed, pushing her shoulder gently as you helped her and Anjali with decorations of the community temple.
Rahul was also helping with rangoli right outside the boundary, calling on his phone, but he was in your eye-sight
Anjali giggled, as she tied a garland around a pillar with help of Pooja, as you stare at the pair of sisters in confusion just like 'Yash' who you were helping braid garlands. "What is..?" 'Yash' asks in confusion as you nodded
"Oh, you'll see, my darling!~" Pooja says grinning, gently bumping him with her hip as you scoff, pulling 'Yash' up with his hand as you said, "come on. We need to go get more flowers",
"now? Okay" he shrugged, as he also stood up, as you bgan walking with him and just as you got to the white steps of the temple—
"And where you two off to?" Rahul asked, crossing his arms with a sarcastic smile on his lips, "Going to get more flowers, Daijaan needs some and also to continue the malas?" 'Yash' smiled, charming as always as Rahul grinned, "Oh? Is that a code word for something?" he asked before looking at you,
"No..?", "what's with the pause? Why are you so unsure?" he asked quickly as you rolled your eyes, "what's up with you?" you asked as Rohan grinned, scoffing a little laugh,
"I think he's jea—", "AA-AHA. I'm talking to my wife, can't you see?" Rahul held up a finger, pursing his lips in a awkward laugh to pause both your thoughts as 'Yash' purses his own lips to stifle his grin.
"Why is it that the moment you entered my house, you need to have every woman's attention?" Rahul asked 'Yash' with his hands clasped like a dainty princess, *"are you a newborn?" he asked 'Yash' as 'Yash' hummed,
"no sir.",
"Then, why don't you head back?"
Rahul turned 'Yash' around and pushed him before he turned to you, crossing his arms like a petulant child as 'Yash' walked back to Daijaan, "And you! What is it about him? His height, his biceps? I can grow them, look at mine!" he said flexing his arm to show his biceps, you'd admire but ihs corporate shirt was in the way.
"You know for a man who's so mature and intelligent, you're so childish when you're jealous" You grin, gntly booping his nose as he pushed your hand way,
"oh yeah!? That's a lie! I'm not jealous! In fact—!" he huff, crossing his arms as he goes on a tangent which made you roll your eyes.
"—and really, this is not jealousy! Jealousy doesn't come up to men like me an—" yo gently boop his nose making him swat your hand, "Wh—What!? Kya hai?!" he half whined-half hissed at you in annoyance as you shrugged with a faux hurt look,
"What?! I'm loving you!"
"Right now?!", "So?" you grin as you kissed his cheek, "come on, husband. You'll live through this jealousy" you grinned, walking back to get keys for the car as Rahul grumbled like a kid, holding his cheek where you pecked him.
Another request for k3g!!! Reader and Rahul get separated in a busy market, and when they finally find each other, he gets all dramatic, like Reader was gone forever.
|: Grocery drama!
Receiver....Author: "Hello? Yes, it's me!! Thank you so much Nora for requesting this!! I'm not sure what to do..but I wrote the best I could! I'm not a funny person, sadly.."
Receiver....Synopsis: "shopping and buying and everything is fine. Darling do you want ber-..Eh?! Where did you go?! NOOOO"
Receiver....Warnings: "Reader is adopted siblings of Anjali and Pooja, mostly an excuse to keep Anjali and Poo around since I don't know why else they should be around. Fem!Indian!reader"
"Oh my god, jeej. You could atleast dress nicer!" Pooja huffed, fixing Rahul's polo shirt even though Rahul kept swatting her hands away as if her hands had chashni smothered on them from her sweets devouring habits.
"No-no-no-no-no. Anjali! Y/N! Can't you two handle her?" Rahul asked trying to get his collar out of Pooja's grip as Anjali shrugged as you popped a little berry in your mouth as suggested by the stall-owner,
"What do you want me to do? You know her habits." Anjali said as you nodded, "And anyway, she's stubborn, not like she'll listen to either of us."
Anjali grinned, again going back and checking out the clothes at this huge farmer/flea market, whatever it was..it had far too much variety anyway, that they were at and asking Daijaan's opinions on it.
"Oh my god, jeej! I promise..I'll make you more handsome, just let me cut this ugly polo into a v-neck!" Pooja huffed, as Rahul rolled his eyes,
"I'm not a girl and nor do I have the...assets" he motioned to his chest, "That I need to wear a V-NECK!" he said in an exaggerated ton as Pooja huffed.
"Don't you wanna make di happy that she married a handsome man?" Pooja huffed, turning around and crossing her arms as she fixed her crop top.
"Your sister already knows!" Rahul said, exasperated and annoyed as Daijaan pulled Pooja back, "don't trouble him" she said softly, motioned her to check out the makeup.
Thankfully Pooja took herself busy as Anjali hummed, picking up a few berries which she knew you wanted to try, and turned around with a bright smile, looking at the tiny box,
"Eh, Y/N, look! They have these berries-werrie-" she said, her punjabi accent coming out in excitement as she looked up to not find you where you were earlier.
"Y/N?" she looked around as she walked, fixing her sari as she gently patted Rahul's back to get his attention, "Where's Y/N? I was gonna show hr these berries-werries and she's not here." she hummed as Rahul looked up from his phone.
Also finally noticing you weren't around, he looked up and around.
"Oh sheesh, not this again! Do I have to put in a tracker in her body to keep a track of her?! She's like a kid" he said exasperated as Pooja scoffed,
"You're being rude! No wonder she want to be near! No V-neck and no kindness. Utter villain!" she scoffed as Rahul hit her shoulder and turned her around and pushed her to keep looking at 'vegan' makeup, cruelty free, because god forbid Pooja uses 'cruel' makeup.
"Mhm..keep running that smartass mouth and you wonder why no guy stays with you" he scoffed, but again looked around, poking his head around stalls to look for a sight of a figure vaguely like yours.
"Shit-shit...now what? Who forget to keep a track of them?" h asked everyone as Anjali rolled her eyes, sarcastically raising her arm with a sarcastically nice smile,
"I did! She's my pet, you know. That's why I thought letting her off th leash would be good cause I trained her, but no. It's not like she's a human woman, you know?" Anjali said as Rahul fake-grinned ,
"Was that your idea of a joke?"
"So what?"
"I don't like jokes, Anjali. Not now!"
"I don't think Y/N di likes you!"
Pooja scoffed as she rolled her eyes, fixing her skirt only to let ut a whine when Rahul hit the back of her head,
"Di, look what Jeej is doing!"
"Pooja..", "Pooja!"
Daijaan only covered her head furthermore with her dupatta till her face wasn't seen. She didn't want to be seen as if related to these run-away asylum patients.
All the while, Rahul could feel blood pressure rising along with panic and equations enough to send him to the moon at your disappearance. Was everyone always this annoying?? Or was it just now?
"Oh my god.." he sighed, patting someone's shoulder, "Excus m..Have you seen an Indian lady..around" he motioned with his hand to show how 'tall' you were but Rahul moved before the guy could respond,
"Shit, look what you all did?!" he huffed to the family as all looked at him, a bit annoyed, exasperated and everyone slightly peeved out with your disappearance.
"What we did? What did we even do?" Pooja asked scoffing as Rahul was ready to pounce on everyone and kill them if you weren't here soon...
You were really happily looking at leather jackets at on of the stalls and listening in to the cricket match which had been broadcasting on their radio,
"And with 24 runs-"
"Huh...I hope India wins, Rahul would be dying to listen to this" you mumbled, "who's Rahul?" the shopkeeper girl asked, maybe a pre-teen,
"My husband" you hummed as she nodded, still confused as sh also continued to hear the match same as you,
"It's around 3-4 dollars more" the girl hummed, absentmindedly, as your fingers skimmed over a random jacket. She was also invested like you since she also seemed to be a desi girl, though you wouldn't assume.
"Hm.." you nodded, "Oh-oh-oh! You hear that, India is winning!" the girl said excitedly as you nodded. "Nonono, don't assume. Things change quick." you hummed
As you both stood silent, hands pretending to work but mind and ears far more focused on the cricket match,
"and amazing play by player—" you hitched in a breath,
"—AND INDIA WINS!" you and the girl almost squealed in excitement,
"India won! I gotta tell my bhaiya and abba. Sorry, don't steal. I'll be right back!", "I gotta tell Rahul—Oh..sure!" you nodded, putting the jacket back as you waved the girl off and hurriedly turned around only to bump into someone,
"Oh god-tch. Sorry, si—", "THERE YOU ARE!" Rahul stood infront of you, shaking you rapidly, as Ajnali, Daijaan and Pooja caught up to you both. Pooja rolling her eyes at Rahul's theatrical dramatic behavior of stroking his hands weirdly all over your faces. you swear you could feel a pimple forming.
"Oh god, I thought I had become a widow! Oh my god..I thought someone had squished you under their shoe because you're so fucking...short" he said, scoffing, obviously not regarding how tall or short you actually were.
"How could you leave us?! In this cold, desolate place!" he said, grabbing your shoulders as if weak, as you looked up at the bright shining sun and clear, no-cloud-found sky.
Anjli sighed as you and her made eye contact, Pooja had begun rubbing off on Rahul for sure.
Okay I got one more.. After leaving home, Rahul never expected to see Reader again. But now, at a wedding, he spots her across the room—do old feelings resurface?
|: Oh dear lord, not this again!
Receiver....Author: "This was insane to write. Thank you so much!! And yes, I did like writing this"
Receiver....Synopsis: "After coming back from break-through with his job in another country and breaking the news of not wanting to marry Naina to his father. Rahul is in a rough and sour spot in his own guilt with his father for disappointing him, but Naina and Anjali have a way to find him happiness again"
Receiver....Warnings: "Anjali and Rahul are just friends. Anjali, Rahul and Naina are a trio. Pooja and Rohan's wedding. You moved to Iceland"
With bright lights and smell of fresh food, anyone would be happy during such a prestigious family event..But not Rahul, no. He was stuck in between is sister-in-law, Anjali, and his friend/ex-fiancee, Naina.
He wondered if that was truly a good idea to begin with, but what type of brother would he be if he didn't attend his own brother's wedding? His sister-in-laws, Pooja and Anjali, were as fun as he remembered them.
That little girl who Rahul made Rohan apologize to when he troubled her was now his wife and the woman who ran the sweet shop and assumed he was her friend's, Rukhsar, poet fiancee was now his family and he was glad to have so.
Except his father's disappointment rang deep in him for rejecting the idea fo marrying Naina, even if Naina, his own mum and grandma tried to comfort him. They all understood he just didn't want to be married.
But in the present, Rahul wondered if introducing Anjali to Naina was a good idea because the two were obviously conspiring something for him or against him, either way. He wasn't sure if he liked it and he wondered if his gulab-jamun & ice-cream combo would be ruined in the process of it.
So the moment Naina and Anjali came close with Naina pushing and nudging Anjali to speak, "Ah-..Rahu—", "—Nononono" he immediately began shaking his head as Naina and Anjali sighed.
"Come on! You'll like this on surprise, Rahul!" Naina huffed, "I don't like surprises!" he huffed, blowing on the hot gulab-jamun while gently cutting it and putting some ice-cream from the other bowl on it.
"Come on-please", "yeah-just listen to us!", "nonono, last time you both gave a surprise. I got my silk sherwani completely ruined!" He huffed as the two nodded in acceptance,
"Okay fine.. But there is someone I know you'd like to meet" Naina smiled as Anjali nodded as Rahul sighed, "Who is it? Another blind date? Hopefully not." he asked, putting another gulab-jamun on his ice-cream and eating it. Thank god these were small.
"Well, no." Naina hummed, as Anjali softly shrieked as Naina sighed since Rahul turned to her with confusion and utter bewilderment. Naina began calming Anjali before subtly motioning to the doorway, as Rahul sighed and turned his head.
You, you...his best-friend, YOU! You were busy talking to Rohan and Pooja and congratulating them on their marriage, Yash was gently patting your head as Rahul's mother smiled.
You! Yes, you..you-you were her? His best-friend, didn't you move away to Iceland for your job?
Immediately Naina runs back to you, pulling up your arms and excusing you form the family and pulling back as she introduced Anjli to you, "An this is Pooja, the bride's elder sister, Anjali." Naina motioned to Anjali.
Anjali put her hands together and bowed, "Namaste!" as you did the same, "Namaste.." you murmured with a smile, introducing yourself to her. Before Naina again butted in,
"and you know him. RAHUL!!"
She motioned to Rahul who was busy stuffing his mouth with his third serving of gulab-jamun and ice-cream as your face morphs into brightness of smiles matching Rahul who gave a smug smile, waving to you.
Oh that smile..
"Oh my god—! How have you been?" You smiled brightly, walking to him and pulling him in a hug as he did the same, "Oh, you know..!" he said, subtly looking you up and down..
Goddamn, that gorgeous face and body..
"It's all..you k-know..Pretty gir-pretty GOOD! Pretty good!" he nodded, stuffing his mouth more as you smiled brightly to him, ruffling his hair gently, leaning close.
"Congratulations on your job's break-through, yaar..I heard about it from my higher-ups" you spoke, really proud of him, as Rahul hummed, closing his eyes and nodding with a bright smile.
"You did? I didn't know your company was close to mine" Rahul asked softly, curiously and trying to com conversation as to not make a fool of himself..who knew feelings came back THIS quick for your childhood crush?
"Well..the sister company is in cahoots with yours" you hummed, sitting down as you smiled brightly, "Wow, you grew up handsome, hm?"
Rahul tried to look down, goddammit! He can't fall in love all over again! Oh you were so cute..and you still sorta are, playful..bright and 'colourful', in a way as you keep speaking. "Oh, thanks.."
"—remember the summer of seventh grade?—" you continued as he nodded with a bright smile, as Naina and Anjali giggled on the side.
"—And then we jumped in the well—" you continued as he let out a little laugh as you smiled, "God, those were great moments, right?" You asked smiling as Rahul nodded,
"Oh-oh yea-yeah!" he nodded, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
"And re-", "Oh..Why don't we—more good—moments?" Rahul whispered softly while mumbling, "Excuse me..?" you asked, tilting her head gently, not sure if you heard what you think you heard.
"..Uhm, this a little awkward..—" he said, smiling awkwardly, leaning close, why was he being so bold and so giddy..?
"Uhm—..No-not-..ada-nono..too quick" he stammered, trying to gather his thoughts, "Uh..I..How about a quick dinner, you know..to catch up?" he offered as you smiled, "sure...Sure! Yeah!" you nodded as Rahul nodded.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, mhm! I'll see it!" you smiled brightly, right before Daijaan pulled you aside for some more introductions. As Anjali and Naina ushered close to Rahul, "sooo..nice, right?" Anjali said, moving her eye-brows as if to suggest something, as Naina smiled,
"I knew seeing her would make you smile..it always did!" Naina smiled brightly, as Anjali and heer nodded, "Okay-okay..you both had your fun. Alright you two..get lost" he said, trying to take another bite of his gulab-jamun and ice-cream,
Naina smirked as Anjali spoke up with a cheeky grin,"Oh, look..Y/N'S right ther—",
"WHERE?!"
Rahul suddenly stood up, only to hid his head on Anjali's jaw who was standing beside. Anjali yelped a small 'ouch', before Rahul's elbow hit his bowls, making them fall on his lap..
Great...Another sherwani ruined and at the sake of his gulab-jamun and ice-cream combo..hahhh..
