Two bestfriends
Two broken hearts
One Unforeseen Marriage
Will they ever fall in love or is this going to be another heartbreak for them?
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"Finally! The VIPs decided to enlighten us with their presence." Ishan said, in a mocking voice the moment we entered his and Jason's suite.
Zoro dashed into the room while we stood at the doorway, facing the drama queen.
"Cut the drama. We aren't that late." Shubman said, folding his arms.
"We returned an hour ago, Bitch. You are definitely late. Tum saalo mujhe ye batao, itna time lagta kyu hai tumhe? Karte kya ho tum dono aisa?" Ishan asked, his eyes flickering with a teasing glint.
(Tell me one thing, why do you guys take so long? What do you guys exactly do?)
"Kissy." Prisha's voice resonated in the room.
To say Shubman and I were flabbergasted would be an understatement. Both of us shifted our gazes towards Prisha with a jolt, a tincture of surprise casting our eyes.
Wtf?
Prisha was sitting on the couch near the window, Abhishek sitting by her side, a gorgeous gushing smile embellishing both their faces.
Surprisingly, she wasn't looking at us. Her gaze was fixated at GD, who was standing on Abhishek's lap, with his front paws placed on Abhishek's chest.
"Kissy?" Shubman asked, stunned.
Prisha shifted her gaze towards him when she heard his voice, her radiant smile still intact.
"Arey Kissy, you know..." Ishan said, before Prisha could, grabbing our attention towards him.
He then went ahead and did the 'kiss' gesture with his hands while making kissing sounds, deepening our consternation ever more.
What's that even supposed to mean?
"Offo! Kuch bhi?" Prisha said, making us look at her. "Bhaiya, Abhishek whispered 'What do you want?' to GD and I just replied that GD wants a kiss." She added, looking at Shubman and I.
Ohhhhhh!
"But, yeh sunn ke tumhari kyu phatt gayi?" Abhishek asked, looking at us, a devilish smirk adorning his face.
(But, why are you guys terrified after listening to that?)
"Prishu, what is that idiom? Chor ki daadhi me tinka?" Jason asked.
I shifted my gaze towards him, and found him standing by the fridge, holding a water bottle in his hand. He may have been asking the question to Prisha, but his gaze was fixated on us, a roguish smirk emerging on his face.
"Yes." Prisha replied, biting back a smile.
"What does it mean?" Jason asked, making me roll my eyes at his ludicrousity.
Haramkhor.
"It means that the thief reacts differently when they hear about something they've done, but weren't expecting others to find out." Prisha said, her voice playful.
