Can be read as standalone.
Aryaman Ranawat - Heir to Ranawat Empire. Prince of Jaigadh. Cold, brooding, dominating and a shrewd businessman. Fun and loving when with family, rude and arrogant for the outsiders. He is hot as fire and can be cold as i...
"Diamond biscuit diamond biscuit jab bhi mood ho khalo, mummy papa jab bhi laate saare bache khush ho jata. Diamond biscuit diamond biscuit, healthy swaad ko paalooooo" Divi and I were singing loudly until we were sure that the khadoos aunty living across the street could hear us.
Basically Divi had no college today and as of me...I'm on vacation.
"Aab coconut..." I said trying to copy Abhay Deol but before that mum's flying chappal hit my hand.
"Maa yaar" This is absolute harassment. Harassing a poor, lonely, sweet, innocent child who is 24 year old is absolute crime.
"Am not a kid mummaaa" I looked at her holding the chappal with a frown.
"Na hoi!!! Your stupid antics still make me wonder whether Dev is older than you or you are older than him" Okay so backstory, Dev is my jaan ka dushman who's no more than 5ft and is no where near to be even called a teen.
Saara faasat ki jaad hai yeh DEV.
He is this boy who lives below us, looks like an innocent child but from within is devil's incarnation.
"Compare me to a potato but don't compare me to that evil child" Throwing the chappal back at her, SOFTLY... Can't throw it back hardly or else she'll throw me out of the window.
"Haan haan, how can I compare these 2 queens with Dev when all you do is sit and use thephone like potatoes" Divi and I shared a proud look at each other and hi-fived.
One thing you should know, Divi and I are never shameful of anything in the world. You can throw as many insults as you want but as long as we have each other, we will simply laugh over it and make you feel insulted.
Its our super power. Sshhh
"You two will sit there and grow yourselves fat or even come and help me" Mum screamed, no yelled from the kitchen banging the utensils, proving her point that we were being completely useless to her.
"But I'm on vacation mumma! I cook in America, wash my clothes, wash dishes, clean house, am ot doing any of it here" I sat on the sofa tiredly, crossing my arms at my chest.
"So? You shouldn't lose practice. Divi, arrange the table, Mayu take this file and his lunch and go give it to your dad" Mumma again went into the kitchen grumbling about how ungrateful we were.
BUT I'M ON VACATION YAAR!
Divi threw the pillow on my face and walked towards the dining table, arranging the dinner mats, mum got from a local store after getting annoyed with the previous since food used to get stuck in the holes and then came the good day where she angrily tossed the mats into the dustbin. Till then I took the file from her and Divi's scooter keys and mumma handed me dad's lunch in a tiffin bag.
"Oye, you'll go like that?" Divi asked as I quickly took instructions from mumma on what to tell him.
"Yeah, what's the problem?" I looked at my lime green cotton saree and then at her confused at what was the issue.
Don't judge me but I love wearing sarees even when I'm not working. I wear them in USA too, I've wore sarees to work because I am comfortable in them and it doesn't affect my work. To many people I understand it is uncomfortable to walk around and do stuff but I'm fine with it. Plus, I wear the lightweight sarees so they are easy to handle.
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