Twist|RagLak-FF✔️

|VIII-Frizzed|

Frizzed- form (hair) into a mass of small, tight curls.

F R I Z Z E D

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"Zara sa jhooom loon mein!!" She screamed as she danced on the road in this heavy down pour.

Like I have heard summer showers, but winter showers? In November is something new. On top of that this had to happen when I am with this idiotic girl and my car decided to ditch me and go on a date with the truck driver.

Okay in easy words, It got stolen. So I have no choice than to walk with this drunk woman of mine, all the way home. Handling normal Ragu, is difficult but to handle a drunk Ragini is damn more more difficult. You don't know what to do, whether to slap hers or your forehead.

"Oyeee, Ragini walk quietly." I instruct as she stumbles on the road.

"Raguuu!!!"

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Some time back.

"You are going." Ma said as I was doing work on my laptop. We had a meeting day after tomorrow and bhai, Swara and Laksh decided to give the presentation job to me in their words, "Start learning."

"Maaaaaa, I have-"

"SHEKHAR!"

"Who said I am not going? Who was it? Who dared to go against Ma? Come here in front. How dare that person tried to convince my sweet, beautiful, lovely ma?? Maa, I am toh 100% going how can I not go?" I rant when Ma decided to use her trump card.

"Good," she laughed as she kissed my forehead and left my room.

Okay let me give you a gist, there was some kind of dinner with some business partners and close colleagues of Durga papa. So they expected Laskh and I to go with them as bhai and Swara were out for some work.

Trust me I had no interest in going for the dinner after the whole tiring day at work but do you think any one will sympathise with me?

Nah.

And the cherry on top, she tells me this when its already 7:00 pm and we have to leave by 8. Laksh would be coming by 7:45 so I had to scramble and get ready as quickly as possible.

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I decided to wear jeans and paired it with a yellow top which was long at the back but short from the front, has collar and three-fourth sleeves. Pairing those with a long silver earring and a watch. I left my long locks open and applied kajal, eyeliner and a reddish- pink lipstick.

Wearing by black heel-boots I went down grabbing my purse.

Laksh was already here and was talking to Ma and Papa. Seeing him talk to them my mind diverted to the past weeks.

It had been around 4 weeks, from the fake family drama. We were best of friends, fought for no reason, laughed for no reason and smiled at eachother for no reason. I didn't know how this happened but it did. We were friends now and most likely I was having that tiny kindacrushonhim. And this was a gradual process not like just the next day we were friends, over these weeks I have seen the caring and loving side of his which I had sweared to ignore earlier. But now that was so prominent.