Its about 2 Best friends
Veronica & Charlie. Both living in Bangalore pursuing their post graduation.
Both of them belong to a Chennai based modern tamil families, who later got along in their high school. Since then its their girl world with all so...
Chill Vee Dont freak out.. You've got a swiss knife in ur right pocket.. He tries to act smart,Im gonna show him how good 'm at chopping veggies.. I ll go.. Knock.. Ask my bag.. Give him his bag.. Back to room.. Simple as that..!
I kept repeating this in my. GO.KNOCK.ASK.GIVE.BACK. GO.KNOC...
Oh wait.,What was his Room no.. 216.!? No no.. its 214.. Yeah.. 210..211..212..213..Here 214.! Phewww... Easy baby.. Remember... Its GO.KNOCK.ASK.GIVE.BACK..!
*Knock Knock*
10 secs down still no one answered the door 😑
*Knock Knock Knock*
As soon as I heard the turning of the knob.. I dont know why my heart beat hitched up..In reflex I closed my eyes.. And the door creaked open.. O.M.G.. A sweet smell of Green apple hit my nose.. Breath Veee...Dont die.. With out even looking at the person... I spoke.. V:"Is Mr.RV here.?" *Dis I jus "Mister" the perv.. I cursed my manners * Then came the voice that is probably the godly one I ve ever heard.. . "It would be easy if you open ur eyes" . I did as he said.. *WTF* Stood a guy in towel with a straight irritated face.The look dint go well with the expression.. And Those abs..Totally cherry on top. But what caught my attention is the small anchor tattoo near the towel hem.. Its similar to that of the one rishab had on his wrist.. I remember how i stroked every time we held hands. I selected that for him..
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He is definetly 6ft,I hardly reach his shoulder. I guess he is just outta shower,his hair was wet n dripping said it all.
No doubt why he needs 6 of'em.Girls must be throwing themselves at him.. And he must be a badass using these looks to tame girls. Then came his voice bringing me back to reality.. Gid I donno how long i was staring at him..Urgggghhh.... . Rv:"If you're done eye raping me.. Will you please get that ugly face off my doorstep" he spat almost closing the door.. . *Sucha ass What does he think of himself* I held out my hand and stopped.And he gave a challenging look... . V:" Listen you Mr.'I dont care Whatever' only thing thats ugly here is the cocky attitude of yours" With tht i dint wait for his response, I pushed door further and made my way in the room. He kept shouting and asking me to stop.. No boy.. You may be hot. But with a cocky attitude,You are jus trash! . Oh wowww.. I found her.. My bag,She was lying near the washroon door. I pulled te handle out.. And dragged it near the doorway.. All this while he was muttering Now he spoke.. . Rv:" Hey you prick.! You better tell me what you are doing before i call the cops" . V:"Haha.. You calling me a prick.. Lemme tell you Mr.Perv.. I have bo freaking interest in you stuff.. If you'd noticed its my bag.." He saw the name card on the side and let out a sigh. . Rv:"Yeah fine.. But where is my bag!?!"
V:"Yeah about that.. Thats lying out.Help yourself.Bye."
I went out,oh wait there is something i wanna give himm He might need them,..
