You're going on a bike and Harry's in a rickshaw and his super vintage expensive Vero Moda scarf flies out from there (can you imagine like an accent here??xD) and gets stuck on your face while you were stalking him. You remove the stole in slow-mo and as it comes off Harry sees your face and falls in love instantly and marries you and has 727387281 kids with you and dies with you! {Very cutely like barfi types!! :"""""")}
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Indian Imagines~2
FanfictionContinuation of the joblessness that turned out to be quite comic. If you liked it I'm glad you came back.