My Guys.

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Jasmine

"Happy birthday puttar" my dad walked into my room.

"Thank you" I mumbled, not opening my eyes.

"aap aaj kya karana chaahate hain?" He asked, opening my curtains, causing the early morning sun blind me. (what do you want to do today?)

"sona." I groaned, turning onto my stomach. (sleep)

"It's so late yaar. Why are you still asleep?"

"It's-" I reached for my phone and opened one eye. "Baba, it's eight am on Saturday. Mujhe sone do yaar" I groaned. (let me sleep man)

"Theek. I wake you up at 10" I heard the door close.

. . .

"You'll never believe who texted me" Krishna walked into my room whilst I was changing.

"Fucking knock! I nearly shit myself you bitch" I threw my towel on my bed and put on my sweatpants before my t shirt.

"I announced something before. Anyway, look." She showed me her phone.

"Happy birthday Jasmine. I hope you have a great day" I rolled my eyes as I quickly tied my wet hair back with a kapra into a small turban and sat besides her.

"Chup kar." She showed me her phone (Shut up)

Unknown
Do you have Jasminder's number?

Krishna
No

Who is this?

Can I just have it pls?

No

It's George man. Just give me the fucking number.

I'm in town.

Tell her to link up w me

Please

Hello?

Please Krishna

Tell her I said happy birthday.

You blocked this contact. Tap to unblock

"Okay?" I looked at her.

"Are you not concerned?" She looked at me, shocked.

"Should I be?" I asked, putting on some socks.

"Jas?! Yes. You should be. He was the worst guy ever"

"He was cute though" I shrugged.

And he was. He was a 6'2 Dutch ginger. He was the cutest. The most toxic boyfriend ever. But he was cute.

"No he wasn't. He was a ginger"

"Gingers are pretty" I mumbled.

"Ok ... Get up. I told your mum I'm stealing you for the day" she stood up.

"Where?"

"Lunch!" She smiled.

. . .

"Tame havē kya jai cho?" My mum walked into my room. (Where are you going now?)