Rohit frowned before closing the door behind. His eyes landed on the jacket that hung on the hook. Rohit grabbed the jacket and walked towards Vikram but he didn't give it.
Rohit scanned Vikram from head to toe. From his neatly trimmed beard till his rich and heavy cologne.
Dei, Machi?!
Vikram looked up, his gaze instantly on his leather jacket making him sigh in relief and grab them,
Now that was the last straw. Rohit gulped when he realised that his friendly advice had gone a little too far as Vikram turned around with a straight face,
It's not a date.
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Tara passed a triumphant smile to herself as she stared at her reflection. Unlike any other day, today she had taken extra efforts to look pleasant and nice.
With an aesthetic wavy hair, Tara turned around to find Pragi still sleeping peacefully, which she didn't like.
Tara scoffed walking towards Pragi before pulling her blanket apart. Pragi groaned loudly looking up,
Yenna di?!
She whined sleepily. Tara twirled around with her hands on her waist,
Na yepdi irukken?
Pragi rolled her eyes before she buried her face back into the pillow. Tara huffed pulling the pillow away from beneath Pragi's head.
Yenna di un prechana?!
Na nalla irukken'ah illaya?!
Nee nalla dhan irukae! Podhuma?
Pragi finally admitted to which Tara grinned in response. She returned the pillow back to Pragi before pulling the blanket over her.
