....˖☆𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 + 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞☆˖....
"You can't marry him Vaani" I said staring deep in her eyes gritting my teeth my chest tighten with unfamiliar and unbearable pain , just the thought of her being with someone else kills...
Teri Baatein Nasamajh Si Phir Bhi Jaayaz Lag Rahi Hai Tu Pareshan Kar Rahi Hai Phir Bhi Masoom Lag Rahi Hai
Tere Liye Mandir Jau Tere Naam Ka Diya Jalau Hasta Rahe Tu Chahe Jo Ho Teri Hasi Ko Nazar Na Lage
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"Ladoo padosan ki bhabhi ho gayiiiii! Haaaye, balam pichkaariiii!"
Vaani burst into loud laughter, jumping from the couch to the bed like an overexcited child running on sugar and pure chaos.
He gulped.
His heart skipped a beat as his eyes landed on her, She was wearing his shirt... And peticoat.
His shirt.
Her saree and everything else lay abandoned on the other couch, as if she'd simply declared war on all proper clothing and surrendered to comfort instead.
"Jaaaan... hey, hey, careful!"
Nirvaan almost yelled, rushing inside the room with a plate in one hand and a glass of water in the other.
The moment he saw her bouncing on the edge of the mattress, his soul nearly left his body.
He quickly placed everything on the table before shutting the door behind him.
"Vaani..."
He breathed cautiously, walking toward her as if she were a ticking bomb.
The bhang , he remembered
"Balam mera cheater ho gayaaaa!"
She sang dramatically, somehow mixing three different songs into one.
Then she jumped onto the couch again.
"Vaaniiii..."
He whined helplessly, moving back and forth between the bed and couch, trying to catch her while she escaped him every single time, laughing hysterically.
She suddenly gasped and pointed at him dramatically.
