Rakshit's POV
Today is.... Sunday!
Monday.................1
Tuesday.................2
Thursday.................3
Areyy no no no! Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday! Oh yes! Wednesday!
So, where I was? Ha yes!
Today is Sunday!
Monday........1
Tuesday........2
Wednesday.......3
Thursday...........4
Saturday.......5
No! No! No! What's happening to me? I am going insane day by day! Arghhhhhh! I want to scream! I want to punch! Here Brewy is also sleeping like he is getting to sleep after decades. Shikhar and Twinkle are also missing! Oh god, where are you?? Please help me!
I took the pen and a paper and started writing.
{A/N: italicised is one he is writing and this one is what he is thinking}
Today is Sunday!
After Sunday, comes Monday!
Monday..............1
After Monday , comes Th... No no, Tuesday!
Tuesday............2
After Tuesday, comes Wednesday! Yes!
Wednesday..........3
After Wednesday, comes Thursday! Oh yeah!
Thursday.............4
After Thursday, Friday! Oh yeah! I'm smart.
Friday............5
After Friday, there comes Saturday!
Saturday.........6
Then comes today! I mean Sunday!
Sunday..........7
Huhhh! And then Monday!
Monday.........My destruction
And the paper suddenly was taken away. It's none other than Shikhar and Twinkle.
" Bonjour Frérot! What are you doing?"
" Nothing to do with you! Counting my last days of freedom." Last sentence, I murmured to myself , but as my amazing fate, he did not at all hear it.
" What is this Frérot? Monday...1. Tuesday........2. Wednesday......3!" And stop it! I pulled the paper away.
" It's nothing! Where were you?"
" Frérot! It's just morning. Sun just came above its horizon. Obviously we were sleeping. We went down, and Anna tante informed that you came back. So we came here."
"Ok! Now what?"
" Frérot! Why are you so scared about your marriage. That girl is not going to rule on you which will lead to destruction of you!" Twinkle said sitting on the table while shikhar sat at the corner of bed.
" I am not scared twinkle, it's just that, that I am not at all ready. I am nervous, frustrated, angry, sad and what not! I just don't want this at all! I sat on the couch.
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