Aadrika and Reyansh strolled towards their room, both feeling a wave of relief and the rest of the household too retired to their own spaces.
"Alright, Aadrika, you go change first. I’ll just sit here and be a patient husband," Reyansh said, feigning exaggerated patience.
With a playful eye roll, Aadrika took her night clothes and headed toward the bathroom. As soon as she stepped inside, she began to peel off her dress like a banana—only to realize, mid dance, that she had forgotten to unzip it from the side. In her absent mindedness, she tried to yank the dress over her head, and it clung to her like a stubborn clingy friend.
"Oh, for the love of Mahadev, Aadrika, how do you manage to be so utterly ridiculous?" she scolded herself, wrestling with the fabric.
Her struggles escalating into a dress versus woman showdown. Arms flailing, she resembled a frantic octopus caught in a fishing net.
"Oh my god, Mahadev! What unholy mischief have I wrought? I'm going to suffocate!" her muffled cries echoed from within the bathroom's pearly walls. She pulled, she tugged, she strained—but the dress remained stubbornly clinging to her like a lovesick koala.
"Blast it all! What now? I'm suffocating!" she wailed, her voice escalating in pitch. The dress had snagged itself across her chest, a textile tourniquet threatening to end her life prematurely. With a dramatic sigh of defeat, she called for reinforcements.
"Reyansh! Reyansh!" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper in the face of impending fabric induced doom.
Reyansh, engrossed in the thrilling world of online cat videos heard his name called in a strangled tone. He looked up, concern momentarily eclipsing his feline fascination.
Rising from the bed, he strode towards the bathroom, a valiant knight rushing to rescue his damsel (albeit one who'd gotten herself tangled in her own clothing).
"Aadrika! I'm here! What's wrong? Are you alright?" he asked, his voice laced with a mixture of worry and barely suppressed amusement.
"Reyansh, call Dhriti… no, no, don't call anyone! Just… just come in and help!" she cried.
"Aadrika, what in the world happened?" he asked, trying to maintain his composure as he heard her increasingly panicked breaths.
"Can we skip the 'interview-interview' game for now and just get me out of this damn dress?” she replied, her patience wearing thin.
"Okay, okay!" he replied, grasping the doorknob only to find it locked.
"Aadrika, open the door! It’s locked!"
A muffled voice retorted, "Who crowned you a businessman? I told you I'm stuck!"
"Wait, I'll get the key," he announced, darting off to find it. He returned a moment later, the key jingling in his hand, and with a triumphant click, the door swung open, revealing an absolutely comical sight that sent peals of laughter erupting from his very being.
"Haa haaa! What in the world, Aadrika? Oh my god, this is hilarious haahaa! Oh my titar pankhi." He doubled over in mirth, clutching his stomach.
Aadrika, a vision of utter disarray, glared at him from her predicament. The dress was halfway down, her arms trapped in a bizarre embrace with the fabric, her hair a wild halo around her head. Her posture was… well, let's just say it defied the laws of both physics and decorum.
"Reyansh!" she shrieked, attempting to maintain some semblance of dignity amidst the impending fabric catastrophe.
His laughter faltered, replaced by a mixture of amusement and concern as he took in the sight before him.
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His Unrequited Love
FantasyThe story of two individuals, one deeply enamored with the other while the other remains completely unaware of his existence. ------------------- "She is the sole occupant of my heart, the first and only woman to have ever held that place. No one ca...
