Crazy, Stupid, Love
A/N: So this is an OS [or is it?] dedicated to my crazy, stupid friend whom I love, NidsPids [Sarunforeva]. Her love for rambling and randomness makes me want to squish her like a teddy bear xD
I hope you find this adequate for an OS, Nids. I find it extremely crajy xD
For everybody else, this OS is from the song What does the Fox Say by Ylvis. I suggest you listen to it before reading. It might help you empathize :P
Oh, and finally, this is all from Kaustuki's perspective. I've tried a more informal style of writing. Let's see how it goes. Read and review!
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The first time Kaustuki Sherpa had heard that...noise had been on the radio.
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It could hardly be deemed as a song, you know? A cacophony of noise, yes. But, not a piece of music. Not really.
Lounging on the parapet with my best friend, I was fiddling with a rusty recorder I'd scrounged from the store-room. With our feet dangling lazily, and a light breeze cooling our brows, Sanyukta and I were silently gazing out at the setting sun. It had been a tiresome day in FITE - annoying professors, an increasingly bothersome boyfriend, the ever snarky Randhir, along with tonnes of projects - and I'd needed a time-out. Direly.
So, obviously, I led my equally tensed friend to the place I usually relaxed at. Or just fled to when I wished to be alone. Either of the two excuses worked, really.
Fixing the recorder resting in my hands had been relatively easy. You could call it my pet project. I'd been hard at it for a few days. Now, however, I cursed at the piece of junk. The stupid thing was stuck on one bloody station. On that one stupid, irritating song that made no sense. Clearly my pet project needed more work.
I cursed again.
What made me look up in confusion was Sanyukta: with her eyes closed and a smile lingering on her lips, she was humming along with the...noise.
Weird.
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The second time Kaustuki heard it again was in her dorm room.
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From Sanyukta's phone, specifically.
It was evening, almost two days after our visit to the terrace. I was slouching on my bed, plucking at my electric guitar sullenly (PKC had been such an arse today in class) while Sanyukta was practically running her nose along her book. Typical Sanyu behaviour, to be honest.
I flinched a bit when I heard that damned song again, though. I looked up at Sanyukta in shock, wordlessly asking her what in the world had happened to her taste in music. I got my answer when my alleged best friend (any friend of mine loving that song? Surely not!) picked up the mobile and put it to her ear. The muttered 'Hello' cleared everything up.
The dratted noise was now Sanyukta Aggarwal's ringtone.
Brilliant.
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The third time had involved Kaustuki Sherpa nearly suffering a heart attack in the corridor.
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Well, figuratively. Out of utter shock. Do people die out of shock?
Anyways, I was wandering aimlessly down a corridor, unconsciously avoiding Jiggy, when I heard two raised voices sounding suspiciously familiar. I crept along the wall, peeking around it sneakily. Contrary to popular belief, I am a curious cat. It had led to me getting into trouble many times when I was younger. But I am older now, more experienced. Besides, I would leave if it wasn't my business.
As suspected, I found myself squinting at Sanyukta and Randhir in a... heated embrace? Woah.
At least, it looked heated. Randhir's hands were clutching at Sanyukta's arms, pulling her closer and closer towards him with each word leaving his mouth. He was practically hissing at Sanyukta. Probably gritting his teeth real tight too (his jaws did look awfully tense...). I could almost feel the tension radiating off of the duo.
I giggled over how similar to my hidden stash of Mills & Boons novels this scene was! How could I not notice the underlying current between the two? I decided to talk to Sanyukta about this. Soon.
I snapped out of my thoughts when the pesky song burst out from Sanyukta's phone, the childish lyrics flooding the seemingly abandoned passageway. I snickered silently at the look of horror dawning on Randhir's face. My grin grew wider when I heard Sanyukta chuckling at the same sight.
When the noise cut off suddenly, I hesitated for a moment before leaving quietly.
Frankly, my mind did linger on the mirth I had seen bubbling in Randhir's eyes. It changed his crazy demeanour considerably.
Interesting.
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Kaustuki was confronted with the song for the fourth time almost a month later.
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I was having a cuppa in the canteen with Sanyukta and Parth.
I'd just broken up with Jiggy a few hours ago, finally bringing an end to the farce we both called a relationship. Unsurprisingly, he had not been very calm about it. So, clearly depressed and in need of a shoulder to mope on, I had walked around the college looking for the one friend who would understand.
I was pleasantly surprised to be engulfed in a hug when I turned a corner. It was Sanyukta (I can recognise my best friend from anywhere) and she was murmuring 'Oh Kaus' and 'I'm sorry' and 'It's okay now' over and over again.
God knows where she got the news from. Who knew that the lecherous males of FITE could gossip like my granny?
Sanyukta had led me to the canteen (a change in scenery would help, she'd said. As if I've never been to the dratted place. Huh.) and sat me down in front of Parth.
What ensued was a hilarious round of 'He's a jerk' (Sanyukta's wise words) and 'There's more to life than one guy' (this was by St. Parth). Fifteen minutes of this pathetic intervention and I was in fits of giggles.
"Please, you both, stop trying?"
Everything had gone back to normal after that.
I was discussing plans of jamming sessions with Parth (he played the guitar like a pro) when the conversation took an exasperating turn.
"C'mon, there must be some song that you absolutely detest?" Parth grinned down at me, curiosity twinkling in his dark eyes.
I sighed and grumbled out, "Well, Sanyukta's ringtone irritates the crap out of me." I turned to her and then nudged her arm with my elbow. "She does it on purpose, I think."
A guarded smile formed on Sanyu's face, making my Spidey sense tingle. Something was up and it had something to do with that song.
"Well, then, play it for us, Sanyukta!" encouraged Parth.
"Really, it's not worth listening to. Waste of t-time. Yeah. You guys want something cold?" Sanyukta wiped her brow, hiding her suspiciously reddening face behind her hands in a sneaky manner (I, being the Queen of Sneaky, wasn't fooled at all). "It's getting kind of warm here, no?"
Clearly any mention of that song brought up memories in my friend's mind. I was impatient to know what. I decided to help Parth out.
"Play it already, Sanyu. Don't stall," I urged.
She shot me a baleful glare. "You hate the darn thing," she bit out.
I smirked. "Just trying to make Parth empathize with me, darling. He needs to hear to do so, y'know?"
I snickered at Parth's vigorous nods and sat back on my chair. This would be fun.
I watched as a flustered Sanyukta looked around the canteen, probably thinking of a way out, when suddenly her gaze caught on something. Her eyes widened, her mouth falling open just a little bit. As I saw the furious blush on her face deepen, I turned to look as well.
Randhir Singh Shekhawat was standing at a table across from ours: his hands in his pocket, his chest puffed out like a proud five years old, and a smug smile adorning his face. Clearly he'd heard everything.
I nearly fell off my seat when Randhir shot a saucy wink at Sanyukta, causing her to choke on her coffee.
Oh. My. God.
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The fifth time Kaustuki heard the song (not noise, not anymore) was from Randhir's mouth almost a week later.
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It completely boggled my mind.
No, really. Can you imagine such a ridiculous song, with totally meaningless and childish lyrics, being sung by the Rank 1 of FITE? It was just absurd to even think about!
His voice however, all gravelly and deep, turned those few lines to a melody.
I had been sitting in the atrium, completing my thesis for PKC's project (God, how much I hated that man), when I'd heard the soft lilt of Randhir's voice from the open door. Intrigued by the fact that a snob like him could sing, I got up and started down the corridor.
Come to think of it, why do I always end up in these embarrassing situations in the corridors of my college?
Because there he was, Randhir (the Rowdy), holding Sanyukta in his arms, one hand on her waist and the other in her hair, crooning the lyrics in this ludicrously husky manner that made my knees go all wobbly.
Sanyu, on the other hand, was grinning like a mad woman.
HOW? I mean, what? I can't even. Just. Huh?
I was stuck, unable to turn away or lower my eyes. I looked on as this confusing, prickly man melted under my best friend's gaze, another layer of his personality peeling away. Randhir had a softer side too.
Oh God.
His head lowered slowly towards Sanyu's, their lips a hair's-breadth away.
I turned and ran.
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A/N: Ohk, so, an extremely ambiguous OS. Is it not? It's for y'all to decide what Sanyu was blushing about. Or what happened after Kaus ran away. Feel free to fly away in your world of imagination!
Or unless, you want another POV? Lemme know in the reviews! Hugs :*
CID
