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Keeping things to himself is a nearly impossible task for Ranbir. Whether it's sharing his unwanted opinions on completely nonsensical topics or, more recently, realizing he has feelings for his enemy, he just can’t keep his mouth shut. Over the time his best friend, Aryan, has become his unofficial therapist and the one-man audience for all his emotional meltdowns.
"I think I’m falling for her," Ranbir blurts out as they sit in his bedroom, Aryan mid-sip of his beer.
Aryan nearly chokes. "Wait, her? It’s my time to meet God."
"Yeah,” Ranbir groans, burying his face in his hands. “It just hit me."
Aryan raises an eyebrow, struggling to hold back a laugh.
Ranbir mutters. "It’s like my brain is sabotaging me. Why can’t I crush on someone nice? Like, literally anyone else."
Aryan shakes his head, laughing. “She’s actually really nice. You’re the one with the problem,” he says, cracking open another beer.
Ranbir’s face slowly melts into a dreamy smile. “I know, right? She’s so nice... and so pretty... and so irritating, but also very... ugh, I don’t know. My heart starts racing whenever I think about her, which is like, every second since that bullet hit my arm.” He dramatically raises his injured hand, as if showing off a battle scar.
Aryan rolls his eyes. “Oh, here we go.”
Ranbir sighs. “And she bandaged it, you know? But not without giving me a lecture. God, I can still hear her chik chik in my head and I’m also weirdly attracted to it. What is wrong with me?”
“Do you think I should confess to her?” Ranbir asks, resting his head against the edge of the bed, his legs crossed near his chest. The breeze from the open window ruffles his carefully styled hair, causing a few strands to fall over his forehead. Despite everything, a goofy smile remains plastered on his face, as if he's replaying every second of their interaction on an endless loop.
Aryan glances at him, unimpressed. “Oh, absolutely. Go ahead and confess your undying love. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to know that her constant nagging has turned you into a lovesick puppy.”
Ranbir chuckles, not fazed at all. “I’m serious, man. What if she feels the same way? What if all this time, her chik chik was just her version of flirting? Maybe she was secretly into me and just didn’t know how to say it.”
Narcissistic.
Aryan snorts, taking a swig of his beer. “Or maybe she was just... you know, annoyed with you because you keep getting shot in the arm like some action hero wannabe.”
