𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝘀 𝗧𝗼𝗼 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿 His 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲
"Fuck, whenever you're in my arms, I feel like I might crush you. You're so delicate," he said, kissing her cheek.
"Huh?"
"It took me three years to hug you, and today you let him hug you...
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"With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride You're toxic, I'm slipping under."
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K A R T I K
As Ranbeer was about to leave, Lili quickly handed him a tiffin.
"Here, please carry this," she said.
Ranbeer looked surprised. "What's this?" he asked.
"Tiffin," she replied simply.
He smiled warmly. "Wow, thank you so much. After my mom, you're the only one who offers me tiffin." He was clearly touched. "Thank you again," he added.
"Welcome, sir," she said politely.
Ranbeer let out a laugh. "Please don't call me 'sir,' it's too formal," he said, and I found myself agreeing with him. She was always so respectful, even overly so.
"Then what should I call you?" Lili asked.
"Ranbeer," he said with a grin.
"But you're older than me. My mom taught me never to call someone by their name if they are older," she explained.
It was in that moment I realized something peculiar-she never called me by my name either. It felt strange now that I thought about it.
Ranbeer chuckled. "Yes, but 'sir' sounds too stiff," he said, still playful.
"'Bhaiya'?" Lili suggested with a sweet smile. I couldn't help but smile too. I would definitely love it if she called him that.
"Perfect! I've always wanted a sister, and now I've got one," Ranbeer said, pulling her into a quick hug.
"Bye, Ahvi," he said before I quickly stepped in, gently pulling her out of the hug. I wasn't jealous, but I just felt protective.
"Bye, Bhaiya. Please inform us when you land safely," she said with her usual politeness.
"Of course, and bye, Ruby," Ranbeer added with a wave to our cat before leaving.
After Ranbeer left, I sat down on the sofa, feeling a sense of relief and comfort wash over me. It was nice to have things quiet again, just the two of us.
"Can I bake pizza?" she asked, almost cautiously.
"Why are you asking? I'll eat anything you make," I replied, amused.
