Aditi's POV

I was deep in thought when Akanksha decided to throw a bucketful of water on me.

"What the heck!" I screeched and glared at her. She shrugged at me innocently, as though she didn't throw a pail of water at me.

"Three hours." Akanksha pointed at the clock and tapped her foot impatiently.

"Till?" I raised an eyebrow, which sent water cascading down my facial features.

"Till your date!" Akanksha sighed exasperatedly and massaged her temple.

"So!? No need to drench me!" I whined and got up, my clothes were soaked.

"Well, you needed to look fresh." Akanksha unsuccessfully tried to hide a smile and tried to reason with me.

"I could have showered," I grunted and pointed out the major flaw in her excuse.

"Fine! Maybe I did it cause I felt like it, but whatever! Time to get you ready for your date." She admitted and squealed.

Have you ever seen a kangaroo jumping on a trampoline while having a sugar rush?

No? Yeah, me too.

But I saw the next best thing, a hyper and excited Akanksha.

I pulled out simple blue jeans and a sweatshirt and put them on. Akanksha crinkled her nose with disgust.

"I thought you had good taste." She grumbled and started to look through my closet. At the speed she was plundering through my closet, she was done within seconds. She seemed unsatisfied with her work and got to work on ravaging her closet. I just sat down on the bed.

"There!" She laid out her masterpiece onto the bed, which I was using for a nap by the way. She marched out of the room and ordered me to change. I didn't have a choice, so I agreed. When I came out of the bedroom, Akanksha was beaming with pride.

"You look stunning." She grinned and pulled me to the living room. She shoved me into the room with a smug smile.

"What are you-" I started, but she gestured for me to look in front of me. 

Oh crap.

"Oh, hey!" I greeted the visitor.

Thankfully not Shubman, but it was a Washing Machine. 

God dang he looks hot...

"I heard that," Sundar smirked, the tips of my ears turned red. He stood up and walked up to me.

"I'd say something witty right now." He admitted, "But you have me stunned."

"That is witty." I pointed out softly. He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. He led me to his car and being a gentleman opened the door. The drive was a silent one. But we did try to make conversation once or twice. He drove up to a cafe.

"This I heard is a pretty good Cafe." He shrugged. I noticed something odd. A man with a beard was 'reading' a newspaper. But the paper had a hole in it.

"Is it just me, or does that newspaper have a gaping hole in it?" I muttered just loud enough for Sundar to hear.

"DK?" Sundar mused, the man peeked at us. 

"DK." I agreed and sat down. A waiter waltzed up to us.

"What can I get you?" The waiter asked in a very odd accent.

"I'll just have coffee." I smiled warmly, Sundar asked for the same.

"So..." I trailed off and met his gaze.

"This is awkward." He finished my sentence grinning.

"Very" I agreed. I looked around the cafe and hummed to one of my favorite songs.

"Oh! You listen to AR Rahman?" He recognized the tune I was humming.

"Yep." I popped the 'p'. "I listen to music a lot."

"Favorite song?" He quizzed me with a smile lighting up his face.

Finally! Something to break the ice!

"Thali Pogatha." I decided finally.

"I love that song." Sundar agreed immediately.

"What's yours." I turned the tables and asked him.

"Ah... Tough choice." Washy pondered.

"Naan Un for now." Washy decided on a song.

"Alright... favorite Anirudh song." I tried to keep the conversation going.

"Rendhu Kadhal." He spoke immediately.

"Oh Penne for me." I selected.

"Favorite Cricket Player on 3?" Sundar added, I nodded.

"3!" He skipped the numbers.

"MS Dhoni."

"MSD"

We laughed, I toyed with the handle of my coffee cup. Washy insisted on paying the bill no matter how many times I tried to object. 

"Wanna go for a walk?" He suggested. The weather looked nice enough, so I agreed. We just chose to listen to music while we walked. Washy was humming along to the song, I took a moment to just look at his eyes. They were a chocolate brown that seemed so deep and held trust. 

"You sing well." I nudged him, he laughed off the compliment. I suggested to sit down, he happily agreed. We ended up standing in the shade of the tree not sitting down. He turned to me, I felt my pulse rise. Just as our lips were about to brush...

I hate you Shubman Gill.

I hate you and your adorable dimples!

I hate your cocky personality!

And I hate you for leaving me like that!

Wondering why I'm ranting about how much I hate Shubman? 

Well just as I was about to kiss this perfectly good guy, Shubman shows up.

And Pushes Him Away.

****

Sooo

Don't kill me.

xD

Well, I'll be starting this new thing I've been planning for a while.

I need opinions.

Pick a cricketer!

Shubman Gill?

Shreyas Iyer?

Washington Sundar?

Rishabh Pant?

Or suggest someone! (Remember I need 3 or 2 and try to keep the same age 20-29)

Pick An Actress!

Pooja Hedge?

Tara Sutaria?

Shraddha Kapoor?

Disha Patani?

Ananya Pandey?

Or suggest someone! (You can vote for 2 ppl)

Kk, that's my rant for now. 

~ Ria