Veer sat in the back seat of Vivaan's San Remo green bmw 4 series convertible, feeling the wind tousle his hair in the most annoying way possible. Despite how poetic it sounded in books or looked in movies, the reality was much less glamorous. The gusts were relentless, and he found himself repeatedly trying to smooth down his hair, only to have it messed up again within seconds. His irritation grew with each passing moment.
Adding insult to injury, Veer hadn't even gotten the chance to drive the car. Vivaan had beaten him to it with the absurd justification that it was his car. As if that mattered. Ever since they were kids, they had shared everything – from toys to clothes, even underwear. The car was literally nothing compared to the bond they had. Veer fumed silently, thinking about how dumb it was for Vivaan to pull rank over something as trivial as a car when he was the same person who strutted, "better than them Jenners" as he would put it, in Veer's Spiderman Underpants. Some cousin he was.
To make matters worse, the car was silent. Dead silent. Vivaan, typically the one to blast his eclectic mix of music, had for some reason decided today was the day to drive in silence. Veer couldn't understand it. Music was essential, especially during a drive. It wasn't just a background element; it was the soul of the journey, intertwining with the rhythm of the road. He mentally ranted about the absurdity of a music-less drive, feeling the absence of it gnaw at his nerves. A drive without music was like a heart without a beat – utterly lifeless.
And then there was the weather. Dehradun was supposed to be a cool, serene retreat nestled in the hills. Instead, it felt like a humid swamp. The sticky air clung to his skin, adding another layer to his growing discomfort. He grumbled internally about the unexpected humidity, wondering how a place known for its crisp mountain air could betray him like this.
As if all this wasn't enough, Avira sat in the front passenger seat, right beside Vivaan. She had her hair up in a messy bun, probably because of the heat. "Oh, why not," he thought sarcastically, "let's just gather all my locks and tie them above my head." Not that he blamed her – the weather was atrocious, and it wasn't exactly conducive to a Bollywood-style 'Apsara Ali' look with hair flowing majestically in the wind. But her bun had inadvertently given him an unobstructed view of her neck, the very patch of skin that had been imprinted in his mind.
Veer tried to focus on anything but that alluring glimpse of her neck, but his thoughts kept circling back to it. The image was like a brand on his consciousness, sending goosebumps cascading over his skin. He had barely managed to push the thought away earlier, and now here it was, tormenting him again.
The car ride, usually a relaxing escape, had become a series of minor torments, each adding to his frustration. And now, to top it all off, he had to contend with this distraction, as they all headed home.
Veer's thoughts start spiralling once again.
Why is Avira riding with us again? Oh, that's right. She's our neighbor. And Vivaan... the great Vivaan, my dear brother, the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the bane of my existence, the master of all things annoying, forgot to mention the simple fact that the girl who has been intruding my mind for the past 24 hours happens to live right beside us.
How did Vivaan forget to mention that? What kind of best friend rule is this? Obviously, I'm going to find out today when we drop her off. It's not really my fault that I didn't know. I mean, how could I have guessed? Its confusing as fuck with Avira and Ayra being twins. Avira's surname is Nanda while Ayra uses Singh? AND they don't even live in the same house? What's the story there?
One thing's for sure: their family dynamics are a mess, but ours is no picnic either. We might not have twins living in separate houses, but we've got our own brand of weirdness. Our family tree? It's more like a tangled ball of yarn, impossible to unravel. Every time I think I've got it figured out, I learn about a new cousin, just like that. It's like they're being churned out of a factory, not as newborns, but as full-grown geniuses already in IIT or MIT or something equally insane.
Seriously, the Malhotra family is crawling with overachievers. It's like a prerequisite to being part of the clan. Every single one of them is an honor roll, Ivy League, high-achieving machine. And here I am, just trying to survive another day without losing my mind. It's almost laughable. While I'm sitting in the back seat of this convertible, getting my hair messed up by the wind and feeling the heat of Dehradun's unexpected humidity, my mind is stuck on Avira and her stupidly perfect neck.
As the car rolls to a stop in the driveway of Vivaan's house, Veer finally snaps out of his trance-like state. He looks up to see Avira and Vivaan already out of the car, with Avira heading towards the gate and Vivaan towards the front door. His gaze instinctively locks onto Avira's retreating figure, her back turned to them as she walks away. Veer can't help but be lost in thoughts of her again, his mind fixated on her silhouette and that damn neck.
Suddenly, Vivaan's voice breaks through his reverie. "You gonna sit there all day or what?" Veer blinks, jolting back to reality as Vivaan resumes his walk towards the house, shaking his head at Veer's dazed state. Veer clambers out of the car, forcing himself to tear his gaze away from Avira, and follows Vivaan towards the house.
Once inside, Veer quickens his pace to catch up with Vivaan, who's already heading upstairs. Vivaan throws a casual remark over his shoulder, "You know you're gonna see her in like, what, two more hours?" Veer scoffs, "Shut up, man," as he stomps past Vivaan and into his room, or rather, Vivaan's room. He throws himself face-first onto the bed like an eagle spreading its wings, reaching over to turn on the AC with a relieved sigh. "Burning hot outside," he mutters to himself, feeling the cool air wash over him, momentarily easing the heat of the day.
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