"Hey, baby?" I smile cheekily, grabbing Shreyan's attention and the girl beside him.
He facepalms and looks at me, "Avyuktha?"
"You look handsome, boyfriend." I wink at him and look at the girl beside him. "I'm sorry to say this. He's taken. We hav...
“Am I overdressed?” I ask Deva and Ishu who are staring at me with their chin on their palms as their elbows are propped on my bed.
So, I actually, left the matter in the air for obvious reasons, I could never stay mad at them. They both were happy that I’m going on a date with Viaan.
Currently, I’m dressed in a black maxi dress and left my hair open with minimal make-up on my face.
Ishu and Deva look at each other and fall their head into the pillow. “You are going on a date, not to the temple,” they groan.
I frown and look at my dress. “It's perfect, isn’t it?” I mumble.
“Avi, you are going on a date, you get that?” Deva grits through her teeth and gets off the bed, “Men used to kiss your footprints for your beauty because you maintained like that,” she walks to my cupboard and Ishu completes Deva’s sentence, “if Viaan sees you like this, he will kill himself.”
“Wear this,” Deva holds up a dress which reveals my cleavage and has a slit at the thigh.
I widen my eyes and shake my head, “No” I say. “I don't want to give Viaan wrong intentions. We are trying to adapt. And this? It’s so much”
Ishu holds my hand and squeezes it, “If a relationship has to stand, we need an understatement, not adaptation.”
I shut my eyes and press my lips between my teeth. Deva kneels in front of me and says, “Viaan isn't a guy who judges women that you are asking for 'it' if he sees you in this dress. He is gonna be your husband and you need to cross this awkwardness or else I and Ishu gonna become godmothers when we have to become a grandmother.” I laugh at her words.
“You get married soon and give us our nieces and nephews. We want to play with your kids,” Ishu says, hugging me sideways. I look at her.
“Why? Don't you have plans to marry anytime soon?” I ask. Her smile flatters.
She pulls away and whispers, “I won't marry at all.”
“Ishu-”
“Viaan might be coming. Dress up,” she cuts me off and makes me get dressed in that red dress. They do my hair and leave the makeup on me as they knew I don't like doing it a lot.
I look at myself and bite my lips. I look beautiful and there is no doubt about that.
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