"Himmat kaise hui apki-" i pointed my finger at the man- scratch that- gadha in front of me while he leans on the frame of my door with a smirk on his face.

"What did i do now?" He asked playing innocent

'Can i Slap him just once to cure this supposed amnesia?' My intrusive side suggested

'But doesn't he look so hot leaning on MY door frame' the simp said with heart eyes emoji

'Shut up!' I yelled in mind and these voices dissappeared

"Why tf did you post this on insta?" I frowned in frustration seeing our pic of me sleeping on his shoulder and him smiling like a fool, which btw he took without my permission, look at the audacity-

I threw my phone at him which i immediately regretted kyuki 'ek hi toh sahara hai mera!' But he, bhagwan ka shukar hai, caught it with ease.

"Happy day 1 of our relationship, Miss. Doshi" he winked and i suddenly remembered last night-

WHAT IN THE HOLY GRASSHOPPER-

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Divya Doshi, a free bird who had freed herself from the cages of her own family years ago acts all happy go lucky, carefree and crazy for the world. But the silent strom raging in her heart was something she always hid.

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