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7. Not that bad...

"Are bas BHAYI! aur kitni photos chahiye!? shaadi ki album banwaoge kya?" Yashi hissed at the bakchod trio who were still busy with that damned camera.
Even she has an Instagram lekin bandi ek photo leti hai peach filter mai aur post kardeti hai. Not even a second review.

Aur ek inhe dekh lo, 25 photos toh Sreeya ne apni solo hi khichwali hogi....woh bhi 8 different filters mai.

She uninterestingly glanced at them one last time before walking back to the table.
They might call her boring or '24-year-old-granny'  (which she is) but it really seemed to her a waste of time.
They are literally ready to die for one good picture, but she just finds all her picture good, or what Sreeya addresses as 'postable'. Not like she had many but however many she did, they were perfect according to her.

Sreeya's gallery 90 percent resembles her Instagram feed, except the regular 'good morning' Whatsapp forwards from her dad.

Yashi sighed walking back to the table, and took a seat. She could only see Nischay there who was ALSO busy on his phone and the others were already dispersed.
The music was really loud, and her introvert side was slowly crawling back in. Even Sreeya was busy with her two new 'bestfriends' and she needed to talk to someone in order to calm her nerves. 

How bad can anxiety be? 

Yes, it can be so bad that you are forced to start a conversation with your arch nemesis (CAN THEY STOP EXAGGERATING THIS EVERY FUCKING TIME-)

"I can't believe I am saying this but you look really good today" she said out of the blue, making him snap his head to her as if she grew a horn.

"kya- tum theek toh ho na? are you seriously praising me?" Nischay asked genuinly surprised.
Like for once the sun could rise from the west but her- like YASHI THAKUR praising him  was once in a purple moon thing (yes I know the moon never turns purple, and that's what I am trying to say)

"oh sorry- my bad! this shirt  looks really good on you" she paused plastering her face with a oh-so-sweet smile "kahan se kharidi? mai lelungi papa ke liye"

"ha ha ha the joke is funny, but wish I could say the same for you" he smiled in a similar manner stuffing his phone back into his pocket.

Whenever these 2 talk, the sarcasm level in the air rises even higher than the pollution level in Delhi. Like one could sense it from a mile ahead-

"why don't you go and socialize Mr. Irritable Malhan" she questioned more like taunted

"the same reason why you don't Miss Annoying Thakur" he answered mimicking her.

They shared a stiff sarcastic eye contact for minute before bursting out in an awkward laughter followed by a collective sigh

"I LITERALLY HATE THESE PARTIES"
"EW HUMANS"

They both exclaimed simultaneously, as if  due to some unknown telepathy and few of the waiters who were passing by, gave them both a weird look.

"agar Scout ne zabardasti nahi ki hoti na, I WOULD HAVE NEVER COME HERE. LIKE NEVER" Nischay sighed massaging his temples.
He had the expression which Yashi understood all to well. 
'introvert-trying-to-fit-in-with-party-animals' thing, wait you didn't know something like this existed? ask Yashi even she is wearing one.

"EXACTLY! merko itni anxiety hoti hai na I WOULD RATHER PREFER TO DIE" she confessed finally relaxing a bit. What's better for a struggling introvert to find another introvert?

"chalo atleast SOMEWHERE our thoughts do meet" he himself relaxed back a bit loosening his tie. Maybe he he can afford to forgive her ignorance for these 2 hours, afterall he does need a company to survive this torture. Even Yashi had similar thoughts for the current scenario.