Him || Dulquer Salmaan and Vijay Deverakonda

chapter two

I quickly grabbed my phone from my nightstand and went to Twitter. My notifications were flooded with retweets, likes, and replies. This was such a dream come true. I quickly went to my DMs and searched for Dulquer's @.

"Okay, what should I say?" I asked Prashanth as I sat on my bed.

"Are you gonna DM him? Well ok ummm.." he sat in thought. "Oh okay just be like 'Hi Mr. Salmaan, I'm so-'"

"Woah hold up. Mr. Salmaan?" I interrupted.

"Well yeah I mean, it's like you're showing respect right?" he said as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay fine. I'll say 'Hello Mr. Salmaan! It is a dream come true that you've replied to my tweet! I'd really want to meet you!'" I said as I typed.

Prashanth's face drooped as he realized something. "Appu, you live in America. On the other side of the world."

My smile fell as I hit 'send' after I typed my number. "Okay but imagine how much money he has Prashanth, he's an actor. I'll tell him I live in America and see where it goes from there. You're going back to India next weekend so maybe I can come with you!" I said. My face fell again once I realized that Prashanth had to go back home soon. My parents immigrated to America with me so that I could pursue Literature here at Harvard. Prashanth still lives in India but is working on getting his student visa. I scooted over to him and gave him a hug. "I'm gonna miss you I said into his chest."

He grabbed my face with both hands and said "I'll come back soon" and then he slapped me with one hand lightly.

"Wow, way to ruin the moment," I said.

He laughed as he threw a pillow at me. "Get up, ass face."

"Holy shit, okay," I said.

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