Book #1 of Bounded series
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Sign the papers! She said
I'm not into child marriage Miss Mishra! Shaadi karke mujhe jail bhejne ka irada hai? His tone dripped with sarcasm.
"Can't you be serious with me at least for once Avyan?!!"
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"SMRIDHI!" I shouted, shutting my eyes. "WHAT THE HELL?!"
"THERE WAS A COCKROACH!" she screamed back, still standing there, completely oblivious to the fact that she was stark naked in front of me.
I let out a shaky breath, my hands clenching into fists. "I don't care what was in here! PUT SOME DAMN CLOTHES ON!"
She gasped dramatically. "Wait, are you saying you saw me naked?!"
"No, because I HAVE MY EYES CLOSED!" I yelled, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Just-just put on the shirt, Smridhi."
Muttering under my breath, I turned my back to her, keeping my hands over my eyes.
For a few seconds, there was silence.
Then came the sounds of struggling.
Groaning. Whining. More groaning.
I exhaled sharply. "Now what?"
"This shirt is broken!" she huffed.
I resisted the urge to bang my head against the door. "What do you mean it's broken?"
"The holes are too small for my face!" she cried.
A deep sigh escaped me. "Smridhi, the shirt is fine. You're just-"
"WAIT." She gasped in horror. "Has my face grown bigger?!"
I swear to God.
I gritted my teeth, my patience hanging by a thread. "Smridhi, your face is not big. You're just not wearing it correctly."
She groaned dramatically. "But I can't! The holes hate me! Aarav, what if my face really is big? What if I wake up tomorrow and I look like a pumpkin?!"
I pressed my fingers against my temple. "You won't look like a pumpkin."
She gasped again. "Are you suuuure?!"
"Smridhi," I said, my voice dangerously low. "Do you want me to help you?"
She perked up instantly. "Yes!"
I inhaled deeply, bracing myself.
Then, with my eyes tightly shut, I turned around and reached for the fabric.
It was a disaster.
She kept moving, wiggling around like an overgrown toddler, her arms somehow getting tangled in the sleeves. "Aarav, it's attacking me!" she whined.
"It's a SHIRT, Smridhi, not a monster!" I snapped, blindly adjusting the fabric over her head.
"But it hates me!" she wailed.
I groaned. "The only thing that hates you right now is my sanity."
Somehow-miraculously-I managed to get the shirt over her head and pulled her arms through the sleeves.
