Mr. Obvious (Gurbaaz Singh/Pinda x Reader) (Part 1/4)
summary: your boyfriend is utterly perfect in every conceivable way, save for one minor flaw. the man is not subtle in the slightest.
word count: 2.8k words
author’s note: Happy “dhurandhar secret gift exchange” days to all those who celebrate 🩷✨. To begin with, I’ll like to applaud @dhurandharsecretgiftexchange for taking up such a wonderful initiative and managing the distribution of the prompts so well 🙇🏻♀️♥️. Miss ma’am has worked HARD and it takes a whole other level of patience to oversee such an event 🙆🏻♀️💕. This is dedicated to @gehra-hua / @geometric-circle 🌷💕! I hope I was able to deliver what you had envisioned 😭🙇🏻♀️🤲🏻. It was such a cute prompt and I absolutely loved working on this mini-series because I got to give the Rangi family the happily ever after that they deserved. Special mention to @obsessedwidskincare 🙆🏻♀️💕, because on god I was crying in her DMs everyday like a petulant child about how the series wasn’t coming along how I wanted it to and she consoled me every damn time 😭🫂 and ofc my favourite Pinda co-wife @cherryyelixir 💐✨🫵🏻, the apple of my eyes fr fr 🫂🥹🥰. Happy reading y’all ♥️✨💋!
Part 2 — Part 3
prompt: Jassi's suspicions about pinda and reader's secret relationship is proven right when he talks to pinda about a suitable match for reader's wedding and watches him squirm... later, pinda confesses the truth & jassi acts hurt/angry about it before finally agreeing... time skip— some jija-sala bonding maybe + jassi being the sweetest mamu to reader's kids.
Divider by @/olenvasynyt
You considered yourself to be one of the truly fortunate inhabitants of this planet, because you had been blessed with parents, whose enduring love for one another remained vibrant and palpable even after decades of marriage.
They were the blueprint, for you and your siblings, of what a healthy and harmonious relationship should look like. Their daily interactions were always filled with a quiet warmth and understanding, serving as a constant reminder for you to never settle for less.
Despite navigating the suffocating expectations of a deeply patriarchal society, your parents possessed a progressive mindset that defied tradition. They unconditionally extended the exact same autonomy, trust, and freedom to you and your sisters as they did to your brother, ensuring that your wings were never clipped by societal conventions.
The streak of cosmic blessing extended into the sibling department as well.
Harleen, your eldest sister, stood as your ultimate role model, embodying a rare combination of the kindest heart and the fiercest soul you had ever encountered.
Currently residing in Chandigarh to complete the final year of her law degree, her sharp intellect and unyielding moral compass left no room for doubt in the family's mind, that she would make a brilliant lawyer.
Then there was Jasleen, the baby of the family, who was already cementing her status as the district topper.
With a four-year age gap between you, Jasleen's bubbly and effervescent personality made her feel less like a younger sister and far more like your first-born child, evoking a deeply protective, maternal tenderness in your chest whenever she bounced into a room with her boundless energy.
And then, of course, there was Jaskirat, your twin brother, who possessed an amusingly exasperating habit of treating you as though you were his fragile younger sister, completely ignoring the fact that you were not only the same age, but that you were actually the older twin by a whole two minutes.
At present, he was away fulfilling his lifelong dream, undergoing rigorous military training at the Ramgarh Cantonment in Jharkhand. Seeing him walk the path he had envisioned since childhood filled you to the brim with pride that outweighed the sadness of his absence.
Jaskirat and you were two sides of the same coin, strikingly similar yet distinctly individual.
You both inherited identical, sharply observant eyes and shared a dry, sardonic sense of humour that could slice through any tense situation.
More than that, you shared a silent language born of sharing a womb. You both could comfortably coexist in quiet for hours on end, and a fleeting look exchanged between you was enough to communicate entire conversations without a single syllable being uttered.
It was precisely because of this uncanny, telepathic bond that you remained in a state of perpetual shock over how Jaskirat had managed to remain completely oblivious to the colossal secret you had been harbouring for the past six months.
Your ability to keep him in the dark was nothing short of a miracle, especially considering the third and most delightful reason behind your status as a fortunate soul.
Your incredibly loving and stupidly handsome boyfriend.
Gurbaaz Singh.
A man you loved with the intensity of a thousand burning suns, a boy who was utterly perfect in every conceivable way, save for one minor, highly detrimental flaw.
The man was not subtle in the slightest.
Pinda was about as lowkey as a neon pink peacock bursting into a synchronised dance routine to loud pop music right in the middle of a quiet village square.
With his lack of discretion, it was an inevitability that you would notice his feelings long before he ever found the courage to voice them.
For as long as you could remember, he had looked at you as though you had personally hung the moon in the night sky, his gaze soft and completely transfixed. He had a habit of lingering in your orbit even when Jaskirat was nowhere to be found, coming up with clumsy excuses just to breathe the same air as you.
Then came the thoughtful offerings left anonymously on your doorstep. Boxes of your favourite sweets, freshly plucked flowers, and copies of the exact books you had casually mentioned wanting to read.
He would subsequently put on a grand performance of bewilderment whenever you nonchalantly mused aloud about who this mysterious admirer could possibly be, a display that took immense self-control for you not to laugh at.
You had, in fact, caught him red-handed at five o'clock in the morning on three separate occasions, watching through the window as his tall frame hovered nervously outside your door to leave fresh jasmines, though you had graciously kept quiet to spare his pride.
Whenever you did interact face-to-face, the poor boy would stutter and trip over his words so violently that he looked as though he were suffering from cold.
Eventually, your patience wore thin.
You were done with the waiting game. Driven by a desperate desire to simply pepper his breathtakingly handsome face with kisses, an indulgence you were strictly prohibited from enjoying because he simply refused to confess, you decided to take matters into your own hands.
The breaking point arrived on a crisp evening while he was dutifully walking you home from your best friend, Pammi's house, where the two of you had spent the afternoon buried under mountains of textbooks, preparing for an upcoming entrance exam.
As you walked along the dusty path, the golden hues of the setting sun casting long shadows, you felt his eyes on you, stealing bashful, sideways glances at your profile every few steps.
Exasperated by his hesitation, you let out a heavy sigh and whirled around, the vibrant fabric of your dupatta fluttering dramatically through the air around you.
Pinda was startled by your sudden movement, his eyes darting to yours with a flash of worry before he registered the glare you were directing at him.
As your scowl locked onto him, his protective anxiety dissolved into confusion, and he nervously gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to read your expression. Standing there in the middle of the path, looking like a giant, bewildered puppy, he finally broke the silence.
"Tenu ki hoya?" he asked, his brow furrowed as he looked down at you. (What happened to you?)
Recognising that his stubborn shyness would keep you both trapped in this limbo forever, you decided right then and there that there was absolutely no use in beating around the bush any longer.
Stepping forward with resolve, you looked him dead in the eye and delivered the question with a bluntness that shattered the evening quiet.
"Tenu main pasand ha na?" you demanded, crossing your arms. (You like me, don't you?)
Pinda looked completely alarmed, his eyes widening until they resembled porcelain saucers, while a blush erupted across his cheeks, darkening his sun-kissed skin as his brain short-circuited under the weight of your directness. He stammered out a panicked, unconvincing denial that echoed through the quiet street.
"Hain? Nahi!" he blurted out, his voice cracking slightly. (What? No!)
The look of horror that washed over his features right after his denial only served to fuel your annoyance, making you narrow your eyes at his terrible lying skills. Refusing to let him escape, you took a slow step toward him, causing him to take a step backward, his boots shuffling against the dirt road.
"Te pher mainu ghoorda kyu rehne hai?" you shot back. (Then why do you keep staring at me?)
He looked aghast, as though you had accused him of a crime, his expression morphing into that of a man who desperately wished the ground would split open and swallow him whole into thin air to save him from his misery. His hands gestured wildly through the air as he scrambled to assemble an alibi.
"Haw! Main kado ghoreya tenu," he protested. "Main te bus vekhna va...jive...jive main jassi nu vekhda va!" (Haw! When did I stare at you? I just look at you...like...like how I look at Jassi!)
You stared at him, thoroughly unimpressed as his pathetic excuse hung lamely in the evening air. It was a hopeless attempt at a cover-up, and you couldn't help but marvel at how a boy could be so utterly clueless when it came to affairs of the heart.
"Jassi naal hi vyah karali pher," you deadpanned. (Go marry Jassi then.)
Spinning around on your heel with a dramatic huff, you marched away from him, picking up your speed as you headed toward your house.
Almost immediately, the sound of his rushing footsteps echoed closely behind you, accompanied by his pleading voice calling out your name, a sound that melted your feigned anger and caused a triumphant smile to break across your face as you mentally patted yourself on the back for a job well done.
Just as you rounded the final bend of the dirt path, from which your family home came into clear view, Pinda lunged forward, his large hand gently catching your wrist to turn you around.
The sudden momentum caught you completely off guard, causing you to lose your footing slightly. Instinctively, your free hand flew out to rest against the solid, warm expanse of his chest for stability, while your other arm desperately clutched the heavy textbooks to your torso. His hands gravitated to your waist to steady you, locking you into his orbit.
The warmth of his palms seeped through the thin cotton of your kameez, sending a delicious tingling sensation rushing across your skin and down your spine.
You found yourself looking directly up into his rich brown eyes, that were so full of devotion that you felt yourself getting lost in their depth, the rest of the world fading into background noise.
He looked incredibly nervous, his gaze sacredly roaming over the contours of your face as his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, resembling a fish out of water.
Yet, the imperceptible tightening of his hands on your waist as he pulled you a fraction of an inch closer told you everything his lips refused to say.
"Main...Main..." he whispered, his voice trembling as he trailed off. (I... I...)
He quietened once more, the blush on his cheeks intensifying to scarlet as he stared down at you, utterly captivated and thoroughly trapped by his own emotions.
Standing in the quiet warmth of the twilight, looking at his flushed face, you realised better than anyone else that words were completely unnecessary when an entire universe of longing was written across his features.
Gathering every ounce of courage swirling in your chest, you stood on your tiptoes, leaned in, and quickly pressed a soft, sweet peck onto his lips. Before he could even register the kiss, you ripped yourself from his grasp, turned around, and run full-speed towards your house.
As you reached the courtyard, you couldn't resist casting a glance over your shoulder, only to find Pinda still frozen in the exact same spot at the turn of the lane.
He stood there like a beautiful statue, a massive, goofy grin stretched across his face and a far-away, starstruck look in his eyes as if he had been thoroughly enchanted by a spell, a sight that made you giggle with pure delight.
Crossing over your threshold with an uncharacteristic spring in your step, the absurdity of the situation suddenly hit you, bringing a sharp realisation that of all the boys residing in the entire village, your treacherous heart had to go and fall hopelessly in love with your twin brother's best friend.
This caused your euphoria to crash into a wall of panic as the gravity of the situation settled in.
Even though Pinda was essentially an honorary member of your household, you knew with absolute certainty that Jaskirat's sense of brotherly duty would prevent him from ever approving of a relationship between his best friend and his sister.
Jaskirat would inevitably have his concerns, no matter how unfounded or unnecessary they might be in reality.
Pinda's father was a widely feared local drug dealer, a man whose reputation cast an ugly shadow over the poor boy who had been left to navigate this turbulent upbringing alone after his mother tragically passed away when he was only seven years old.
The contrast between his harsh home life and the warmth of your own family had always been stark, making Jaskirat fiercely vigilant about the burdens his best friend carried every single day.
One devastating night, following one of his father's routine, alcohol fuelled ragers, Pinda had been brutally beaten and unceremoniously thrown out into the cold, dark street.
Bruised, broken, and completely abandoned, the young boy had sought refuge in the middle of a lonely, sprawling field, curling into himself until your father miraculously stumbled upon him during a late-night walk.
Without a moment's hesitation, your father had gathered the trembling child into his arms and brought him straight into the sanctuary of your home.
The memory of that fateful night remained vividly etched in your mind. Harleen had immediately set to work, tending to his wounds, her soft hands dabbing away the blood, while your mother rushed to the kitchen to prepare a piping hot, nourishing meal to soothe him.
Throughout it all, Jaskirat had refused to leave his side. Sitting beside his battered friend, he had chatted away to distract Pinda from the stinging burn of the antiseptic.
You, barely understanding the gravity of the situation but overflowing with a child's pure empathy, had darted off to your and Jasleen's shared room, where Jasleen was still fast asleep, to collect every single one of your cherished toys.
Lugging the heavy, colourful pile back into the room, you had excitedly dumped them at his feet, cheerfully declaring that he was welcome to play with all of them for as long as he liked.
That was the exact moment when his tear-filled brown eyes had first clashed with yours, his somber expression cracking just enough to offer you a watery, grateful little smile.
Since that very night, he had become an irreplaceable, permanent staple in your life, seamlessly woven into the fabric of your everyday existence as your parents began treating him as their second son.
Because of this history, Jaskirat had always kept a watchful, almost paternal eye out for Pinda, constantly harbouring a fear that his best friend might eventually succumb to the generational curse and drift down the same path as his father.
Even the day when Jaskirat was set to leave for his training, while Pinda was occupied with consoling your weeping mother, Jaskirat had pulled you aside into a quiet corner.
"Khayal rakhi eda." he had instructed in a whisper, his eyes darting back toward his oblivious best friend. (Take care of him.)
You knew with certainty that Jaskirat loved Pinda with every fiber of his being, possessing a loyalty that ran deeper than blood.
He had always been the first to throw himself into harm's way, physically and verbally standing up for Pinda whenever the cruel village boys maliciously jeered at him, calling him 'smakiye da munda', knowing just how deeply those venomous words sliced through Pinda's heart and pride.
Jaskirat always poured words of encouragement into his ears, fiercely pushing and motivating Pinda to rise above his circumstances and forge an honourable path.
Yet, despite that profound love and unwavering support, you were well aware that a small, anxious part of Jaskirat always secretly feared that Pinda might one day get ruthlessly sucked into the darkness of his father's world.
But you knew Pinda better than anyone else did.
You had mapped the contours of his gentle soul and knew with unshakeable conviction that he possessed too much inherent goodness, to ever let himself go down that destructive road.
As you touched your fingertips to your lips, remembering the solid warmth of his hands on your waist and the breathtaking grin on his face, all your mounting worries evaporated into nothingness.
Jaskirat was miles away at training camp right now, and you decided that you would cross that bridge only when he returned home for his holidays.
That night of your first kiss had taken place roughly six months ago, and the passage of time had done nothing to dim the thrilling rush of your hidden romance.
Now, as you stood tightly pressed against the frame of your bedroom window in the dead of night, staring out into the moonlit darkness, waiting for Pinda to sneak into your room, you pondered the explosive reaction your family would have whenever the truth finally got out.
Right on cue, a familiar silhouette materialised from the shadows of the courtyard, carefully navigating the moonlit path toward your window. As he stepped fully into the silver light, you saw that he was wearing the exact same love-struck grin that always melted your heart.
The very second his eyes locked onto yours, every single one of your lingering doubts and fears instantaneously evaporated into thin air.
You could conquer the entire universe and face any storm your protective family might throw your way, just as long as you had your 'mr. obvious' standing right by your side.
when life gives you a bhondu suitor be Y/N and straight up ask him, “dO yOu LiKe mE 🤨🎤?!”
Le Pinda when Y/N literally cornered him into confessing his feelings 😶🌫️🫠:
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