𝗥𝘂𝗵𝗶 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝘁𝗮
A sunshine yet bold girl, obsessed with bollywood and books, sweetheart for most, poison for others.
𝗦𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗸𝗸𝗮𝗿
A cold and reserved guy, doesn't care for anything other then his priorities, yet a darling t...
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The smell of butter and tadka reached us before we even stepped inside the dhaba, making us even more hungry.
"This feels so nostalgic!", Ruhi exclaimed as we found a table.
The boys sat opposite us with Naman in front of me, of course.
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I looked around, a soft smile playing on my lips as I remember the first time we came here. My eyes drifted to Naman, who was looking at the menu. That was the day I had found him again, the day that changed my life completely.
And I am more than grateful for that.
He might have felt my gaze as he looked up, his lips curling up as he gave me one of his dimpled smiles that makes my heart flutter every time.
Uff, those dimples!
I am so gone for this guy.
Our eye contact broke when we heard the others giggling.
They were looking at us.
And giggling.
I narrowed my eyes, "What?"
Ruhi, Radhika and Rishi shared a glance, and then-
"Naan for my Naan!", they said in unison, and then burst into laughter.
Even Siddharth joined them.
Heat crept up my face but I tried to play it cool, rolling my eyes, "Haha. Very funny."
Naman was smiling too, shaking his head in disbelief.
Ruhi and Radhika again smirked, before shouting, "We are just best friends!"
This time, Naman laughed too.
"You too, Naan?", I asked, unimpressed.
He shrugged, "Come on, you find it funny too."
I rolled my eyes again, but the smile on my face gave it away.
The waiter came up to us to take our orders, and the laughter finally subsided.
