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Hey Guys, I've been studying like crazy and I feel like I'll go crazy if I don't write anything but concepts and terms and analysis. I am allowed only 20 minutes a day to write, so all I can do is write drabbles. For February, I will try to write daily drabbles to maintain my balance. Bear with me here guys!
Drabbles on
Pg 1 #1. Pink Hair
Pg 2 #2. Ripped clothes
Pg 3 #3 ElectricityFeb 2.
Today's episode made me laugh and shake my head, I was reminded of quirky Katy Perry and her song Teenage dream which i was listening to as I wrote this. Don't worry, this is not a song fic. Vidushi's pink hair and annoyance was amazing and so was the way Parth took care of her, sealing her lips shut with his own. As if her lips are some candy or something. *Bah, I mean, Parth,I thought you were smart, still you had to use your lips! Where is the innovation!*
Drabble #1 Pink Hair
Warning: Flossing recommended
"Parth!"
"Parth!"
Vidushi tried to tug herself free from his tight, almost painful grip.
"Chodo Mujhe! I have to..Mujhe us bloody" Vidushi shook her head, wrinkling her nose in disgust as the pink hair- yes, pink hair - hit her in the face.
No amount of wild tugging made him relent and she huffed, internally cursing herself for being so portable. Like a chihuahua in a hand bag.
She found herself against the wall, a favourite postion of theirs, and looked up, prepared to face another lecture. He had been doing that for the past month, lecturing her like she was a little girl who was too young to know better.
Instead of anger or disappointment there was frantic concern hidden behind his eyes.
"Vidushi what were you thinking, running around with " he held up the deadly tool "You could have hurt yourself! Kya karti fir tum?"
She rolled her eyes and muttered "I'll kill her"
Smiling, Parth offered "What would have happened of your internship then?"
"I'm going to become a laughing stock!" she crossed her arms and her lips pursed in irritation.
"Listen Vidu.."
She uncrossed her arms, her nostrils flaring, cracking her knuckles.
"Kya karun main, I'm going to..." her voice rose with every word she spoke, her face reddening to match her hair.
Unable to take it anymore, Parth pulled her toward him, grabbing her by her elbows and clamping his lips down on her noisy ones.
She pulled away, with wide eyes and an open mouth, her forehead creased.
"Sorry, couldn't think of a better method to shut you up!" his mouth pulled upward, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"What the hell, here I look like I have cotton candy growing out of my head and you think it's a good time to crack such phaltu jokes!" her eyes narrowed.
Parth smirked and pulled her back so her back hit his chest. His arms tightened around her waist, holding her still.
He blew on her flamingo pink hair playfully.
Her breath hitched and she gulped, stopping her futile struggle.
Pushing her hair back with one of his hands to expose his name tattoed on her neck, Parth lazily traced the letters, chucking when he felt her shiver a little.
Her tense body defrosted and she slumped against him, feeling heat on her cheeks and her neck.
"I like you a lot. Hell I love you." he whispered in her ear "But do you know what else I love?"
"N..No.." she half hated how he made her stutter and lose control of her tongue, like a teenage girl with her first ever crush.
"I love cotton candy" his husky voice against her ridiculously pink hair made her gasp.
"So, I like your hair, but if you don't you can always get it coloured back" he let go of her.
"And who is going to pay for it?" she raised a brow.
"I will." he smiled, pulling her into a hug.
She smirked, reminding him of how he had lectured her about shopping online and he gave her another mini course about want and need.
"But the condition is you save the amount you spend to get the hair recoloured"
She shook her head and groaned "I knew it!"
Laughing, he pulled her into a hug, and she hugged back, feeling his love and understanding course through her veins.
And despite the cotton candy coloured hair, she smiled.
Time and time again he proves his love like this.
And she knows she is lucky to have him.
Even if he says "Pink hair! You shouldn't care."
Even if he jokes about eating her up because she looks like he could eat her up alive.
Even if he is a bit of a sellotape soldier who wants to fix every problem.
Because he is sweet. Like cotton candy.
Especially like the cotton candy he buys her to pull her leg after her hair is restored to it's raven glory.
She feels both the candy and his lips on her and she can't decide.
Which one is sweeter?
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