Strawberries and Cigarettes {TejRan}

►𝟏𝟐~𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧/𝐑𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐥

I made Prakash sit in the car and called Rahul. He is drunk too, I should go and see him once. Locking the car, while she was sleeping as I explained the drunk child of her to.

I reached inside and found him dancing. "Listen, let's go."

"Hey, I ain't drunk," He gave me a grin. "I don't get drunk so soon, go and drop your strawberry off."

"You're insane!"

"Handsome you mean, sweetie!"

"I am not sweetie!" I rushed outside as I knew what his reply was going to be, he shouted loud enough for me to hear, "Then why did you come here concerned!"

I smiled to myself. Going out, I reached my car and sat inside. Prakash was curled up in a ball and was sleeping with a smile on her face. I quickly drove towards her place, making sure of the heater so that she doesn't get up.

She looks cute while sleeping. A perfect sight.

I reached her place and took her inside, picking her up softly so that she doesn't get up. I placed her on the bed, she snuggled into the blanket, and kept my hand in between hers. Sighing, I sat beside her.

RAHUL

I don't know for how long I danced. Might be an hour.

Mission successful.

Kundrra would never taken an advantage of her, but they'd still get moments together. Oh, an author is the best matchmaker!

I went near the drink section when I heard someone crying. I looked around figuring out where that sound came from.

There-

Brown hair. Black eyes. Beautiful face.

A girl was crying and drinking. No wonder- is she heartbroken? I went closer to where she sat and found myself a seat there.

"Don't cry over someone who won't cry over you." I whispered, if she could hear in this music. It felt like she wasn't heartbroken, I'd still say this, because that face doesn't deserve to cry.

"She did, she did everything, she cried, she tried, she-" She paused and started crying again. I felt bad, it wasn't a boyfriend.

"Calm down," I whispered. "Who the heck are you?"

"Well, handsome as fuck, you don't know me?" I asked offended. I ain't that bad as an author am I?

She's drunk.

Oh, she doesn't even know what she's doing. I sighed and smiled. "Dearest lady, please stop crying. And tell me what happened."

"Excuse me? Why will I tell you-" She got up and started rushing out of the club. People get somebody to carry yo ass.

I went behind her as she reached outside and boys would find this as the best opportunity. Well, of course.

"Listen, what is your name?"

"I won't tell anything to a stranger." I shook my head at her childishness. She was a child. "Ms. 5 foot 3 with an attitude of 6 foot 1, please go to your home."

"I remember the way to my home, thank you." She rolled her eyes and moved towards her place, walking. I sighed and went to her again. "Ma'am, use your vehicle."

"Umm, drunk people shouldn't drive." She replied innocently and I couldn't help but smile at that face. She was different, she had something which others lacked.

Why is my writer mode on! Let's go!

"Alright, let's go sit in my car then?" She nodded and I reached the car, with the driver inside. "Please take us to her house, she'll give you the directions."

She sat inside quietly and told the directions to her place. I tried talking to her by then.

"Why were you crying?"

"My best friend is angry from me." She answered and pouted. I can't-

She is something else.

I waited for her to continue with the story but that never came. She just sat there and told the driver the way. I sighed.

"So? You can apologize right?"

"I don't know how, and I don't even know what to do. She wouldn't even remember me!" She told me and I was confused. If she's her best friend-

"Why would she not remember you?"

"Because I got her angry 4 years ago." I closed my eyes. Is this girl crying in the club today for a mistake she made 4 years ago. How does that work? Did she remember it today while drinking?

Why is it seeming interesting to me?

B̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ s̶h̶e̶'s̶ d̶i̶f̶f̶e̶r̶e̶n̶t̶!̶

Because I am a writer.

Before I could ask the whole story, her house was up. I got out first and opened the gate for her. She got out, taking my hand.

Ever so soft hands-

I quickly shut myself up and she went inside. "Hey, thank you!"

I smiled, she wasn't a bad human after all. I wish her best friend forgives her.

I am tired too, let's go read a little bit then sleep.

Sleep, later. Read, first.

I totally know Prakash would relate. She told me about how she loves romance novels and has even read my books. It feels great, at least she read my book, Mr. Kundrra wouldn't even do that much.

I reached home and jumped on my bed, reading. After completing my daily chapters, I planned on sleeping.

Karan

I was halfway sleeping when she shifted my hand closer and moved towards my lap. Her head was almost on my thighs as I sat and she slept soundly.

TEJASSWI PRAKASH, I WISH SHE WAS HERSELF.