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“I feel so overdressed,” Samira commented towards her short black dress and glancing over the fact everyone were in casuals.
Apparently, KL and Athiya's idea of party did not have any loud noises or alcohols like any other party. It sparked up an solace atmosphere with familiar tunes of Taylor Swift and several other artists in the background.
Shreyas noticed Samira's concerned expression and his face softened. “I have an idea,”
Samira's face perked up, “What is it?”
“I have some extra clothes in my car— would you like to wear it?” Shreyas asked with sincerity in his voice. “Nevermind the idea is stu—”
“No!” Samira suddenly said, “I mean— yes! I would like to wear them.”
Shreyas softly smiled at her, as he went up to his car to get them. Parvati who was watching the scene, went closer to Samira.
“Am I believing my eyes? Is my bestfriend finally making a move?” She teased, to which Samira rolled her eyes.
“Shut up,” Samira muttered back, a hint of pink appearing on her cheeks. “It's just clothes, nothing more.”
Parvati smirked, clearly enjoying herself. “Oh, really? Then why are you blushing like a tomato then?”
Samira scowled playfully and batted her hand at Parvati. “I'm not blushing, you're just imagining things!”
Parvati chuckled, not buying her friend's denial for a second. “Sure, keep telling yourself that love.”
“Oo, what are we talking about?” Athiya suddenly chimed in. “Are we having an another love story in brewing?”
“Well, it is a love story, Tia,” Parvati teases, “But our Samira here refuses to admit it.”
Athiya's eyes widened with interest, her lips curving into a smirk. “Oh, does she now? Do tell.”
Samira groaned, her blush deepening. “You two are insufferable, you know that?”
With that, Shreyas finally came back. “What is going on, ladies?” He greets, as he handed over a pair of t-shirt and jeans to Samira. “Hope they'd fit you,”
Samira took the clothes from Shreyas, her fingers brushing against his as she did so. A jolt of electricity seemed to pass through her at the brief contact.
