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kavyamehra:

He wasn’t doing anything wrong, per se, but it was still something borderline dangerous— getting blind drunk could lead to other things. And well, seeing him like this upset her greatly. It wasn’t like she readily wanted to see other people in this predicament but this was Rahul. The guy who she didn’t want to see hurt and yet, ironically, she had caused it. But, she was going to try and ignore the guilt creeping up because her priority right now was making sure he got home in one piece. How she would manage that was not something she had thought of yet.

She opened her mouth to ask him why he was doing this but the words died in her throat. Now was not the time to aggravate the situation or make him feel any worse. But really, this was not the solution either. This was never the solution to anything— she should know.

Kavya wasted no time in getting rid of the bottle; it was useless, for it was already empty. But she wasn’t one for littering so there was that. “You don’t have to apologise to me, you’ve done nothing to me…” She shook her head, moving forward to help steady him but he was already on the sidewalk again by that time.

She hurried over to Rahul, crouching down beside him. “It’s okay— you’re okay,” she tried reassuring him, hands on his shoulders. This was normal when people were tipsy; heck she’d even fallen over more than just a couple of times. Her car was parked further down the street and she was not sure how they would get there considering she couldn’t hold his weight, especially when drunk. That was not him, it was her; there was no way she could shoulder anyone’s weight unless they were pretty much on the same scale as her.

“Do you think you can… walk with me if I try to at least steady you? Or will you promise to stay put while I hurry back? My car is literally down the road and I’ll just grab it and come back.” She didn’t want to leave to him by his own but she just… didn’t know what to do.

rahul didn’t want to disappoint her too, especially when she already had so many reasons to dislike him. he nodded. “ i can, ” he mumbled softly; that had just been a fumble, he was still in control of his senses. or at least he thought so. he hadn’t had too much to drink, right ? wrong.

he didn’t know what he had been thinking when he’d gone on this bender but he regretted it almost immediately. well not all of it, considering that kavya’s arm was around his middle and that was all he wanted. he wanted to be with her; he didn’t realize he could want anything like this. he was after all the son of the biggest business tycoon in india, there was NOTHING that rahul could have wanted that he wouldn’t get. except this.

it was only when he had been deposited in the car that rahul made a move to grab his seatbelt and wrap it around his middle. “ lutyens’ ” he said softly once he noticed kavya sitting in the driver’s seat. she wouldn’t know where he lived and he didn’t expect her to know, but it made him wonder WHAT she was doing in this part of town at this hour.

“ why were you-- here ? it’s unsafe for you. ”

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myrachauhan:

so .. what a match huh. i’m not even ashamed to admit i cried when dhoni got out.

you cried huh ? the other team played well though as much as it pains me to admit.

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like this post if you want a moodboard about our muses !!

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myrachauhan:

she frowned at him for a second, chuckling into her bottle. ‘ no no. really. all men. all men are the worst. i think the world would be a better place with no men. you know, like that island on wonder woman ? that’s where i want to be. ’ she wasn’t quite sure if anything she said made sense anymore - but truth be told, she was never going to see this guy again. and even if she did, they wouldn’t remember a minute of this conversation. with the state he was in, at the bar and even right now, it seemed he was going the devdas route anyway. and here she was, a regular devdasi who couldn’t quite offer any words of advice or comfort to this stranger. and neither did she expect any from him, all things considered.

she wondered for a second if she should. drown herself in someone else’s love story to make her pathetic pining over her best friend seem like nothing - like it was irrelevant in the larger scheme of things. yes, somewhere inside she knew it was. she’d tried to tell herself on multiple occasions that it was just a crush. and a crush is just a crush. she was too young and naive to know what real love was and she was fine leaving it that way - someday she’d fall in real love and then she’d know.

but all that would change the moment he walked into the same room and her heart stopped for a second and the smile spread across her face like he was the only thing that mattered. the way her chest hurt when he looked at samaira the way she looked at him. she didn’t know when it started, but now wherever she turned everything she saw reminded her of him. and she missed him - constantly. even when he was right next to her she missed him, missed what they used to be, missed what they could be.

taking another long sip of her beer, she felt herself being knocked back before the same hands grabbed her and steadied her - and she was laughing again, shaking her head. ‘ it’s not important anyway - you tell me your story. sounds like a bad one. so i’ve got this so far .. you’re rich and she’s not, huh ? and let me guess, she doesn’t like those rich delhi boys that buy everyone drinks at a bar just because. ’

rahul only raised his eyebrows when he heard myra’s words and shook his head. he wasn’t going to open up to a total stranger. his father had always told him relationships, like business were all about trade. you didn’t show all your cards unless you were certain that you were receiving something in return.

although this wasn’t strictly a relationship ( not unless you counted chatting up drunk strangers on sidewalks as a relationship ), rahul figured that the same rules would apply. it seemed like a good rule to have; of course, ashok singhania found these things easy. not rahul, he was too much like his mother in that sense.

maybe that was why his mother had died so young - she’d given too much of herself to everybody, and nobody had appreciated. especially not his father. “ i don’t think so, not unless you tell me yours. ” except, rahul was a bleeding heart and he’d caught the expression on the girl’s face, wondering if maybe it was better to not prod.

“ she’s a barista, ” he started, a glazed look washing over his eyes - the way it often did when he thought about kavya. “ and uh, she doesn’t like rich people. which is funny because most of the people who go there are filthy rich. ” he chuckled at that, shaking his head once more. “ i don’t... i don’t normally do that, i don’t really drink that much either. except at parties - what do they call it ? a social drinker. yeah i-- i don’t know what came over me today. ”

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kavyamehra:

Kavya was not prone to venturing around this area often. But her roommate’s minted (and former on/off) best friend’s foreign return cousin was hosting some party that said roommate ‘really’ needed to attend. Ayesha had made it sound as though the host insisted her presence was imperative but it was more likely that she’d snaked her way into Dev’s said cousin’s line of sight and well— she ticked all the boxes of the type those types invited. Kavya was merely there to give her a lift there; how she would find her way back home was all on her.

It was an hour later when she finally managed to get out of that god awful excuse of a party. Really, there were only so many times she could witness Dev and whatever his cousin’s name was compete for the affections of practically every girl that was there. It was just pathetic… and weird. But the loaded folks were known to get bored quickly. A few houses down (her car was parked at least 20 houses down) she stumbled on a sight she thought she wouldn’t see in this type of area, eyes widening because of who it was.

What he was saying, however, wasn’t anything new. She had used every trick in the book to avoid Rahul asking her out. But she didn’t expect this, least of all him getting drunk and talking like this over… someone. If you could call it talking. It was more than just a tad presumptuous to assume he was talking about her so she was not going to do that but something in the back of her mind (or perhaps him outright stating her most frequent joke to brush him way) couldn’t stop her from thinking that he was perhaps, maybe talking about her. Of all people in Delhi.

“Rahul?” was all that left her lips, taken aback. Kavya wasn’t asking if it was him; she knew that much already. It was the state he was in that she was questioning. She’d never taken him for someone to land in this situation, complete with sitting on the sidewalk and slurred disposition. If she wasn’t so worried she would’ve likened him to Devdas or perhaps a pre-Juliet Romeo. But she was worried. Delhi was as bad for the rich as it was for those who were not. And the last thing she wanted to wake up to was front page news that Rahul was mugged or worse. “Look at what you’ve done to yourself. We— you need to get up, and we need to get you home. Pronto.”

She tossed a sweet wrapper in the trashcan and turned her attention back to Rahul. Him either downing more of or dropping, breaking it and then slicing his hand in a failed attempt to recover his drink were things she would rather avoid. While Kavya had helped both drunk friends and strangers alike who had worsened the circumstances by doing either of those and more— it would simply add to the already delicate situation. She was already feigning ignorance to his words, not wanting to aggravate him by discussing that topic. “Can I have the bottle?”

rahul had grown quiet when he heard kavya’s voice. part of him wondered if he had finally drank enough to send himself into a hallucinatory state. it was only when she began chastising him that rahul revisited a habit he’d had since childhood. it was something he’d always done when anybody was yelling at him.

your heart is too soft son, his mother used to say.

you always want to see the best in people, even when they have given you no reason to, his father had said, stating that as the reason he was not to inherit the family business YET.

rahul’s nails worked easily, scratching the label off the beer bottle. nobody would recognize it to be a kingfisher blue by the time he was done. he hated it when people yelled; especially when kavya yelled. he didn’t want her to be mad at him. “ i wasn’t doing anything wrong, ” rahul slurred, looking up at kavya with a frown. how was it that she still looked like an angel ? his angel. but she wasn’t soft like that, no. kavya was smooth, all her rough edges sandpapered down - she was much stronger than he was. maybe that was why she had decided she didn’t want to be with him. and she didn’t have the heart to tell him the real reason so she hid behind the excuse of his lineage, of his family fortune.

didn’t she know that all she had to do was ask and he would leave it all behind for her ?

he glanced back down at the beer bottle, frowning at the fact that it was in fact empty and he’d practically scratched the entire label off. residue of the damp paper stuck in his fingernails and like a child, rahul wanted it gone. he wanted to be home, tucked into bed like he used to when he was younger. ( it should be noted that a drunk rahul is a very needy rahul ). so when kavya asked for the bottle, he stared up at her before slowly extending the hand that held the object in question, head hung low like a child that had just been grounded.

“ i’m sorry, ” he slurred, trying to stand only to fall back onto the sidewalk.

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myrachauhan:

it was a friday night. she should’ve been at flying saucer, bed, or even happy singh, any of her regular places, with her regular people, feeling like someone - even if only momentarily - wanted her around. but instead she’d wandered around a bit, bottle of beer in hand and the rest in the trunk of her car, till she’d driven across a decent looking bar and wandered in. it wasn’t like delhi to stop girls, even if she was a year shy of the drinking age and looked at least 5 years too young to drink, from entering any establishment. it had loud, boisterous people, dingy lights, and decent music. to top it all off, she found a chair by the bar and scooted over quickly, scanning the menu. could be cheaper, but it wasn’t going to kill her wallet.

and so that’s where she was, knocking down one whiskey after another - having a light night completely forgotten. the only thing she could remember, somehow, was how he had much better company right now. while she sat alone on a night they’d planned for weeks, so perfectly coordinated with his work schedule, his girlfriend being out of town - it seemed like the perfect day to finally have her best friend to herself. and yet, here she was, raising her glass and cheering with the bar in unison at the sound of a stranger offering them all a free drink. she wasn’t complaining - this was one of the perks of being in a city full of rich spoilt brats who did nothing but throw their parents’ money at the first shiny thing they saw. she was one of them, in all honesty, but many steps below buying an entire bar a round of drinks.

‘ ek aur please. on him, of course. ’ she smiled brightly at the bartender who quickly mixed her drink and slid it over to her, and she caught the slight profile of the man who’d done them all the pleasure of paying. just as she’d predicted - another delhi boy.

eventually the lights wound down and she was one of the few patrons left, bill unpaid. signing off her name and taking her card, she swayed back to her car - looking at it for a moment. she’d driven in worse states, but she knew a part of herself was prone to self sabotage. and with the state of her emotions, she opted to call her driver instead, calling him a quick uber to come get her. there was absolutely no way she was leaving her car in khan market with a crate of perfectly good bira in the trunk.

giving him a million thanks and some extra money, she stepped out of the car in her driveway, frowning at the figure now seated on the sidewalk just outside her gate. something about that hair - she recognised him from somewhere. sighing, she pulled another bottle of beer from her drunk and shuffled to him, offering him a look of confusion when he started speaking almost immediately. ‘ no, it’s not cause you’re rich. it’s cause you’re a boy, and all dicks are boys. i mean all guys are dicks. ’ she shook her head, plopping herself down next to him anyway. fuck stranger danger, she was too drunk and upset to care. ‘ he doesn’t love me either. it’s fine. ’ the last bit came out mumbled - self pity wasn’t something she ever professed.

rahul looked up at the sound of a soft, feminine voice and noticed that there was indeed a girl sitting next to him, downing a beer when she looked too young to even be able to afford one. “ that’s not fair. i mean-- well, there’s no way to win this is there ? i mean considering that then you’ll argue that entire ‘ not all men ’ stupidity, ” his voice was slurred, so he wasn’t exactly sure if she would even understand what he was saying.

hell, rahul wasn’t sure if he understood what he was doing. he wasn’t like this; he was never this kind of boy: the typical delhi one. his friends certainly were as they spent most of their nights in the arms of random girls, hitting up different bars and maxing out credit cards on copious amounts of alcohol and half naked girls. rahul himself preferred a few drinks - that too in a social sense - and a much quieter night at home. sometimes he felt as if he’d been born into the wrong family.

singhania men are known to hold their liquor, his father would brag, his voice booming in the atrium of the house. rahul never had a chance to test that until now. he had actually never felt sorrier for himself either; when had he become such a ... such a devdas ? he had never thought that the fact that kavya was practically unreceptive to his advances would hurt him this way. it was the indifference that hurt; if she’d told him straight up that she didn’t want him, rahul would have backed away. this limbo was torturous however, it was driving him insane. killing him, if you will.

it was however at the girl’s soft words that he turned to look at her. perhaps he should have been more careful, more aware of himself. maybe then he wouldn’t have knocked the girl over and grappled quickly to help her maintain a balance. “ sorry-- i’m sorry ... who is this-- this boy who doesn’t love you ? ”

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ratz-samaira:

Admittedly, Samaira and Rahul had gone to the same elite pre-kindergarten school together when they had been kids. Admittedly, she may have even attended a few parties at their palatial mansion, back when she had been buck-toothed Samaira with oil in her pigtails and -2 glasses. They hadn’t stayed in touch over the years-but she did see him at the parties she went to with her boss-though if you were Harish Mehra’s assistant, regardless of who you were, nobody noticed you. Still, it was kind of unexpected to see him at her doorstep. Had he finally quit the Singhania empire….to become a pizza delivery guy?

No stupid, he’s clearly lost. ‘Um hi,’ she said awkwardly. ‘Um you’re in Kailash Colony right now.’ She didn’t know why she felt so embarrassed while saying that. It was a perfectly nice residential colony, albeit a bit shady at night. It was no Lutyens granted, but it was still a part of South Delhi, and it was close to the High Court. It was also home to Mr. D’s-the best pizza in the world after Naples most probably.

Still she knew what he must be thinking-Karan Rathod wasn’t too pleased with his daughter’s choice of residence either. ‘Why don’t you take a nice apartment in Hauz Khas? You can go bar hopping also,’ her father had nagged in umpteen number of phone conversations. ‘Dad, you know I can’t afford that on a junior lawyer’s salary,’ she had said warily. ‘But I’ll pay for it,’ he had whined. She had quickly made an excuse and hung up. Accepting his money would only give him the power to eventually blackmail her into inheriting his position as the Chairman of the company.

As much as she didn’t want to really re-connect with any of her old high society friends right now, Samaira still decided she had to help Rahul out, considering how utterly out of place he looked at that moment. ‘I’m Samaira, if you remember? Viraaj’s sis-’ She choked when she said her brother’s name, like always. ‘I mean, um, my dad Karan Rathod, CEO of Rathod Constructions-I think he’s friends with your dad-you’re Rahul Singhania, if I’m not mistaken? I must say…it’s quite weird to see you here.’ She laughed nervously. ‘Anyway chuck all of that, what place are you looking for? I can help you out.’

rahul blinked at samaira for a few seconds, utterly and completely confused before the kickstarting of his heart reminded him of exactly who she was to him. he let out a nervous laugh too, leaning against the doorframe considering she hadn’t invited him in and he wasn’t the type to enter somebody’s house unattended.

“ yeah yeah, samaira - i remember. long time no see. you dropped off the grid completely. ” lucky, he thought to himself.

he ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a nervous laugh before glancing down at his shoes and glancing up with a question on his lips, only for it to fall at her question. of course, she’d want nothing to do with him. it was best just to get the help he was seeking and get the hell out of there.

“ uh ansh-- you remember ansh ? my little brother ? yeah well, he threw a fit said that the best pizza in all of delhi was somewhere here. i’ve been roaming for a good HOUR and besides getting lost ... i haven’t really done anything else. ”

it was then that rahul paused to take the time to look at samaira, really look at her and he smiled. it wasn’t that the high society girls weren’t pretty but there was something so quintessential about samaira. he wondered if she had never made her timely escape from high society, if his father would have insisted on his engagement to her, stating that the two empires merging would only be beneficial for both families. then he never would have met kavya, he never would have realized what it meant to truly be in love with somebody.

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kavyamehra:

This didn’t give her any sick surge of pleasure, as it would’ve several people she had met over the years. In fact they would’ve most definitely lapped up the attention and perhaps bled him dry if it were possible. She offhandedly wondered if he’d ever been taken advantage of like that and quickly hoped otherwise since he was a pretty decent guy. “Well, I’ll admit— you’re pretty good at handling it.” What with being handed everything on a platter and more. She didn’t hold it against him, no, she was actually… pleasantly surprised by his demeanour. “How’s the coffee?” she asked, changing the topic swiftly.

rahul beamed at the compliment, not even stopping to think what that said about him as a person: he was a gracious loser. well, there were worse things to be. and besides, kavya wasn’t like the others - others who would take advantage of him, if he exhibited this behaviour. he glanced down at the coffee before shrugging. “ it’s good, like it always is. ” rahul wanted to ask her if she would go on a date with him, but at the same time he was terrified - he didn’t want to lose whatever this was either. no, it would be easier if she just realized her feelings on her own or at least put him out of his misery and told him she just wanted to be friends. he was willing to be just friends.

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kavyamehra:

Kavya grimaced at the memory; it was one of the few times she had gotten close to losing her job. Thankfully Rahul had been there to handle the situation by distracting the snob. From then on he had been a familiar face at her place of work— Rahul, not the Mehra snob. She grinned, “I’ll take that. It’s not every day you get told you did someone a favour.” Especially in Delhi and with the kind of people she was used to being around.

“Well, if toying with the idea that you’d be the perfect victim if I were to be a serial killer doesn’t deter you… I don’t know what will,” she shrugged with a laugh. Kavya found herself laughing more often around Rahul. It wasn’t as though she was a grouch of any sort, he just amused her greatly hence why she was more prone to laughter when in his company. Not to mention the majority of the customers that frequented were clearly suffering from superiority complexes. He wasn’t— he was different, normal even. If you could put aside the fact that he was disgustingly rich. “How ever did you work out my intentions?”

“ because every single time i’ve asked you out - you’ve said no. after a certain number of rejections, a man begins to expect it. ” he was complaining but he didn’t mean a single word of it; he would let her reject him a million times as long as he still got to see her. it was also why he’d stopped asking, she would come around eventually. or even if she didn’t, at least they could be friends. he could handle just being friends right ? of course he could, rahul reassured himself before taking a long sip of his coffee.

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rahul realized he’d been making a mistake. no, he’d realized that he’d been making a mistake when he said ‘ next round’s on me ! ’ to a bar full of people he had never met, high on endorphins and whatever sludge of alcohol was running through his veins. he was way past the point of mistakes now. now, he was veering dangerously close to a disaster. and rahul had not had one of those ever since sophmore year of college when he’d accidentally hit on his girlfriend’s sister right in front of her, and then later threw up on her shoes ( the girlfriend not the sister ). yeah, he still got nightmares, and ptsd flashbacks from that.

and yet, rahul singhania was nothing but predictable. he’d gotten into that all because of a girl, here too - he insisted on getting sloshed because of a girl again. except this time was different. this time, it wasn’t just for fun. it wasn’t just because the girl was pretty. sure, kavya was pretty but more than that - she was beautiful. she glowed. he would sit for hours in that coffee shop, watching her laugh behind the counter as she made conversation with the other baristas. forget that, he had never thought a person’s eyes could light up brighter than the sun when rahul had dropped some coffee on himself the other day.

he would gladly drop coffee on himself any day of the week just to see her smile. rahul glanced down at the Johnnie Walker in front of him before clutching it to his chest as the bouncer ushered him out. even then he was polite, apologizing profusely through slurs for being such a handful. the bouncer dumped rahul in a cab and somehow he’d rattled off his address. or at least, an address a street down from his own.

he sat on the sidewalk, bottle still clutched to his chest and one shoe missing. “ why doesn’t she love me man ? why can’t she take me seriously ? ” he turned to the silhouette he could see. “ it’s because i’m too rich isn’t it ? and she thinks all rich boys are asshole. but i’m not. i’m not man ! ”

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ratz-samaira:

Samaira sighed as she plopped down onto her couch with the last remaining tub of Belgian chocolate ice-cream she had found in her fridge, wearing her favourite and most unfashionable Tom and Jerry pyjamas. No one would have thought she was the Samaira Rathod, looking at her right now. After a gruelling 48 hours spent negotiating with a bunch of pigheaded American company executives and another 7 hours spent in a layover, the last nail in the coffin had been when her boss had simply said ‘Ciao’ before zipping away in his BMW, without so much as hinting at a promotion. She had 8 missed calls-4 from her parents, countless unread texts and a boyfriend who was semi-mad at her-if he felt anything for her at all.

Do I drive everyone away from me, or do I drive myself away? she mused. 10 years ago, when she had run away from Jaipur, it had been the latter. Viraaj Singh Rathod, the scion of Rathod Industries, was dead, killed in a car-crash two weeks before his coronation. The shock of the incident gave Karan and Shweta Singh Rathod the much-needed impetus to finally call quits in their loveless marriage. As for Samaira? No one noticed in the midst of the chaos as she packed her bags and slipped away to join Delhi’s most elite boarding school. In the past 10 years, this city had given her so much-an education, an exclusive lifestyle, freedom from her conservative relatives, a man who- at least up until recently-seemed to love her, and enough to keep her so busy she would never have time to grieve over her elder brother. Except that why was it then that she felt so alone? The doorbell rang, breaking her thoughts.

Did God just hear my prayers and send me a pizza delivery guy?

‘Coming,’ she said, quickly running her fingers through her hair and hoping whoever it was wouldn’t notice her disheveled state.

rahul wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing in this part of town, nor was he sure that he even had the right address. his younger brother had told him he wanted some pizza now but none of that ‘ generic dominos crap ’ ( his words not rahul’s ) and so since he was the older brother, the duty of fulfilling his little brother’s ( who wasn’t so little ) request fell to him. not that it could have even fallen to anybody else considering their father was away on a business trip, and wherever his father went, so did his mother.

of course the help could have been sent on this little errand for the monster of the singhania family but rahuhl had given ashmita tai the day off; it was her son’s birthday and since his parents weren’t around, rahul had no problems in giving her the day off. their butler would only throw a fit while doing the task before tattling to the singhania patriarch so really, THIS was the best option.

except it was starting to look more and more like a terrible decision considering that rahul was stranded in the middle of some part of delhi he never ventured to. he knew kavya would call him sheltered for even thinking something like that, probably teasing him relentlessly about how he never got out of Lutyens’ long enough to experience the real delhi. she was wrong of course. rahul had been places: saket, gk, cp ... okay, he saw her point. maybe he hadn’t really been anywhere in Delhi where the rich and influential resided - he would have said famous, but the mumbaikers’ seemed to have taken control of all those personalities.

so now here he was, somewhere between dhaula kuan and chanakyapuri and absolutely no idea how to get to the pizza place. rahul glanced down at his phone, wanting to stab it for the millionth time as it told him he had arrived at his destination. he did in fact stab it with his thumb before shoving the device back into his pocket, muttering something about technology. he wanted to call kavya, wanted to ask for her help but that wouldn’t be useful. he always wanted to call kavya.

a few glances at the metro station he could see in the distance and the shady, winding streets and rahul knew he needed help. he could of course go back home, but he didn’t want to witness another fit from the monster. no, it was better not to anger the beast and just get it the food. taking another 360, rahul’s gaze zeroed in on a house. maybe he could ask for directions. after all, if she lived in the locality - she had to know about this pizza place no ?

rahul knocked, leaning back when he heard the yell come from inside. “ hi i-- i’m a little lost ... ”

#ᵃᴺᵈ ᶤᵀ'ˢ ᴬ ᶜˡᴼˢᴱᵈ ᵈᴵˢᶜᵘˢˢᴵᵒᴺ { PARAGRAPHS }#ok this may have gotten a lil out of hand...#but i can't wait 2 use fitoor gifs oops

beingkritika:

“Fine, but you have to promise me to drop the whole stealing oysters thing. I didn’t even care… not that much at least,” Kritika gritted her teeth. She may have over-reacted a tad, just a tad.

“Mm, no… but you do look slightly better him.”

you know - i think that might just be the first time you’ve complimented me. even though it’s a fake compliment considering nobody looks better than a young SRK

#ᵈᴬᵐᴺ ᴵᶠ ᵗᴴᵉˢᵉ ʷᴬˡᴸˢ ᶜᴼᵘᴸᵈ ᵗᴬˡᴷ { CHATS }

beingkritika:

“It just looked tempting! I don’t believe in payback… I will, however, buy you a small fries just so you’d stop being so dramatic.”

“You could beat SRK, you know.”

see now you’re talking - make it a medium fries and you’ve got yourself a deal.

well i have been told i resemble a young srk. do you see the resemblance?

#ᵈᴬᵐᴺ ᴵᶠ ᵗᴴᵉˢᵉ ʷᴬˡᴸˢ ᶜᴼᵘᴸᵈ ᵗᴬˡᴷ { CHATS }#yes he is spreading his arms out like srk

aishatiwari:

“oh great” aisha said while taking a seat across him “I was beginning to think you’re one of those psychos who gave internal monologues while they plan revenge“

“ you never know, ” rahul replied, leaning his arms onto the table as he looked deep into this girl’s eyes, “ i could be one of those psychos who gives internal monologues - you just don’t know it yet because i fed you a lie. ” he chuckled, “ except if i was. i’d be terrible considering i just gave away the secret. ”

#ᵈᴬᵐᴺ ᴵᶠ ᵗᴴᵉˢᵉ ʷᴬˡᴸˢ ᶜᴼᵘᴸᵈ ᵗᴬˡᴷ { CHATS }

beingkritika:

“It was just one french fry, calm down.”

it may be one french fry to you but to me - it was everything. besides, if this is payback for the time i stole the oysters off your plate, i already apologized. no need to steal my food.