Imagine you're making rotis for guests who have come home.
Rotis:*turn out effing star shaped and amoeba shaped*
Guests:Iski shaadi kaise karvaogi (your mom's name) Iske rotiyaan toh jhad jaise lagti hain!!
You:Mera future pati roti nahi khata!! *fake smile* *subtle middle finger showing*
Me:Burnnnnnnn!!!!
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Look who updated!!!! :o
And I'm eligible for marriage bc I made rotis for the first time today and they were effing perfect!! HARRYYYYY HERE I COMEEEEE!!xD
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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.
