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Hello. Was a lil free today so wrote up one KaYu OS. This is set at a time when Kali is living with Manjhi Maa, so her character is a little more modern and straight forward. Kali and Gauri remained the best of friends, Gauri supported her decision of stepping away from being a Kaala Teeka and helped her regain her identity. Yug and Gauri tried hard to establish a relationship but it did not work out. Gauri is a sweetheart, but its just one of those things where you cannot help but not vibe on that level with some people. KaYu did not confess to each other because that would undermine the sister pact between Kali and Gauri.(Again, writing on my phone so please disregard any editing errors). Dont forget to like, comment and criticize my work, I am open to creative discussion on my piece.
-Tannu
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Kali is suddenly regretting her choice to drag a drunk Yug home. He's entirely too tall (drunk), making any attempt to hold up half his weight more than a little difficult. But Yug was three sheets to the wind and, regardless of their romantic history (or lackthereof), she's still his friend, so leaving him to pass out in some stranger's house was not an option.
"C'mon, I need a little help here. We've got a floor to climb, all right?"
He hums, long and deep. While he's wobbly, he manages to climb the next few stairs without falling flat on his face.
"What?" she asks, drawing her head back. "You said something?"
There's some mumbling, but she definitely makes out the words, "Should have picked you."
Kali stills, looking up at him, and then frowns. He and Gauri aren't a thing, haven't been for a while. They tried it and it didn't work out. But there's history, and still some uncertainty on Gauri's part. That maybe it wasn't the right time, but they would get together eventually, because she and Yug were just inevitable. Kali's done her best to separate herself from any and all romantic feelings she had for him. It wasn't going anywhere good, just leading to a whole lot of heartbreak on her part. Better to walk away before it hurts too much.
"If I remember right, you didn't pick anyone. I did." She pats his chest reassuringly. "It's old news. No hard feelings."
"I wanted to...wanted you... I just... You don't know what it's like. You and Gauri... Couldn't screw that up.."
"You didn't mess up anything. Me and Gauri will always be sisters and best of friends. Nothing and no one is ever gonna get between that. No matter how cute he is."
He grins at her then, goofy and drunk. "Think I'm cute?"
She snorts. "Your face isn't the worst."
He nods. "You think I'm cute."
Rolling her eyes, she leads him to the next flight of stairs. "Yeah, yeah, stroke your ego later. Manjhi Maa gets home in half an hour, so you need to pick it up so we can hide you in my room before she sees you. Last thing I need is a lecture about you being in my room all through tonight despite how much she trusts us."
He trips over a step. "Why? What do you plan on doing with me tonight?"
She laughs. "Relax. I'm not going to do anything.I am not so desperate as to take a chance on you when you are already so vulnerable."
He laughs, his head falling back, and she has to tighten her arm around his waist so he doesn't topple them down the stairs.
Amused, she shakes her head. "Okay, get it together, no more distractions."
He nods a little sloppily, but the message gets through.
Fifteen minutes later, Kali throws a blanket over Yug, curled up on her floor, hugging an oversized stuffie under his head for a pillow. She snaps a picture with her phone, hits the light, and climbs into her own bed.
It's a few minutes in the dark before he says, "Hey, Kali?" His voice is muffled a little by the stuffie.
"Yeah," she whispers.
"I meant it."
"Meant what?"
"Should've picked you when I had the chance."
Kali doesn't know what to say. So, instead, she stares up at her ceiling, her brow furrowed. Eventually, she hears him snoring, and turns onto her side, staring at his sleeping face, lit faintly by the street lamp coming through her curtain.
"I wish you had," she murmurs.
He doesn't answer, and when she wakes up the next day, she doesn't mention it, just shows him the picture of him cuddling her stuffie and tells him it was hell to drag him up the stairs. When he doesn't bring it up either, she figures it was just one of those things. Maybe the only inevitability for them is to always miss their chance.
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