The Jainandini Chronicles| NEW UPDATE| PART 9| PG. 45 - Page 10

Wow Reeha I absolutely loved part 2. The way you described Jai's regret and loneliness was amazing. It was refreshing to see Jai strip out of her Princess persona and enjoy being an average girl. I couldn't stop smiling while reading Yash and Nandini's encounter, such a sweet start to their friendship. And I agree with others, this Yash you chose is hotter than UV😆 But I'm happy for Jai, and oddly feel she deserves it...a result of reading your FF!

*surprise*!!!

Please write and let nothing stop you I've always deep inside loved Jainandini's character deep inside my heart but I don't like her being a obstacle between Uday and Manyata! Great Idea!😊

PART THREE

Jainandini

I can't believe I just lied about myself! I didn't just not say my name...I said it to ensure he wouldn't find out who I am! Well...it's more of a security measure. I mean, what if he does turn out to be some crazy stalker? Oh, who am I kidding? He is not some psycho, or at least he doesn't look like he is one. His hands are large, and have completely engulfed my petite ones; they're hard and lean, although his nails are short and neat- I guess he knows how to groom himself. And there there's his hair which completely contradicts his put together surface; its messy, as if he simply ran his fingers through it, sticking out in certain places, but still suites his face. He's placed back his sunglasses, and those dark lenses hide his beautiful eyes. I feel this idiotic smile coming onto my face, but I stop it...after all, I've always played hard to get. But then I think back to all of those instances- especially the people from the dream I had this morning. And how I had pushed them away. Finally, I have someone I can start a clean slate with. Someone who won't have preconceived notions about me. Someone who can just get to know me. The only problem, is that he can't find out I'm a princess. It would change things, and honestly I'm so sick and tired of change.

I guess I was lost in thought because he snaps his fingers at me.

Yash: Nandini, why so glum?

Me: What? Oh nothing, I was just thinking. So anyways, now that you've tended to my wounds, what's next?

Yash: Ooo, I see you're warming up to it. Good. Well, I don't know, I was just catching some fresh air, a break from my hotel and all that.

That made me suspicious. If he's here to see family...why is he in a hotel?

Me: did your relatives get so sick of you that they threw you out?

He looks taken a back for a split second then throws his head back and laughs.

Yash: Oh god, I wish. I seriously did not want to come here: no offense, nothing against India, but I really don't want to meet my mom's side of the family.

I can't help but understand him: I never wanted to meet Manyata.

We pick up our bikes, and I take a moment to observe him. His plain white t-shit is a V-neck. It's most likely a cotton blend, and the brand is inconspicuous. His sweat pants are plain, and simply have the signature Nike swoosh on his left upper thigh. His running shoes are white addidas, and his aviators are ray bans. I guess I can't judge how he looks regularly based on his work out apparel, just like he can't figure out how I normally look in mine. I feel so grimy next to his pristine form. The crisp cotton tank top is sticking to me, messy strands of hair have come out of my bun, and there is dirt from the fall all over my track pants. Oh well. Not like he knows. We both start walking towards the beach, with our bikes at our sides.

Yash: So, you're a Mumbai native then?

I wasn't, I had lived around the globe, mainly in England for all of my schooling, and the summers in Devgard. But...he didn't need to know that. So I lied. Just a little bit.

Me: Yes, actually I am. Born and Raised. How about you?

Yash: Short term memory loss?

Me: What?

He laughs at my response, and stops mid step and looks at me, with a grin on his face.

Yash: I can't believe you forgot already, I'm heartbroken Nandini. From New York, New York.

I feel like an idiot. Of course he already told me where he's from. I feel like a teenager right now, flustered. How dare he make me flustered!

Me: What, I can't ask again? Just to keep you on your toes...who knows you could have made that up and you might not even be Yash from New York. We get some crazy tourists you know.

He lifts an eyebrow at me and smirks.

Yash: Boy, you sure are a paranoid one, aren't you?

And he reaches into his pocket, and pulls out an inconspicuous brown leather wallet, and flips it open to his license holding his New Yorker address, and name which read: RYAN, LIAM YASHVARDAN.

Yash: Now come on, don't tell me you've met one of those before? How many Liam Yashvardan Ryans do you know?

I can't help but crack a smile at his tone.

Me: Dozens, a couple last week as a matter of fact.

I don't know how I managed to say it without laughing; but it was worth it.

He creates an outraged face and slaps his right hand atop his heart.

Yash: Ouch, that hurts. And for a moment I thought I was so special.

He is special. How can someone be so happy? He's so handsome...but almost dorky. God must have been multitasking when he made this one. Lack of focus.

We continue walking and I guess he's a very talkative person because he doesn't let me off of the hook so easily.

Yash: So, am I still getting the silent treatment? Because if I am, unless you tell me, I won't know what's bugging you. Trust me, I'm a pro at reading women.

Me: Is that a boasting trait?

Yash: I don't know about boasting, but I was born a ladies man Nandini. Three older sisters, beat that.

Me: I have one older sister, and trust me, she is more than enough.

He looks at me with...sympathy. How come?

Yash: You don't like her, do you? Your sister. That's too bad; trust me she'll grow on you. After 24 years, I've started to like mine.

Me: Are you always so philosophical?

Yash: No, not really, only as the need arises.

I smile tentatively and hope he'll drop the topic and change it into a different one. Thank god he does.

Yash: So, you're an avid biker I take it?

Me: Only when I feel like it. How about you?

Yash: Yes. Anything that keeps me moving. I can't sit still, too much energy.

We sit down on the beach, our bikes sitting beside us, and look out towards the sun, which is finally high in the sky.

And we talk, or rather, I make him talk. He's a novelty...something about him is just so refreashing.

Me: So, what brought you to India, and do you speak any hindi?

Yash: Hum yahaan apne Ma kay parivaar se milnay ayian hain.

I couldn't help but burst out laughing, and had to slap a hand over my mouth to stop myself.

It was adorable, I understood exactly what he said...but the accent...the complete white accent threw me off. You could just see the uncertainty on his face. He laughed at my reaction instead of getting defensive.

Yash: come on! I tried! Cut me some slack. And I know I said it right. Don't go breaking my self-confidence now.

Me: Oh, you said it right...it's just the way you said it. Alright, moving on. Visiting your Mom's family? So I guess that means your mother is Indian?

He raises his eyebrow at my question.

Yash: As if the name wasn't enough evidence. Yes, my mother is Indian, my father is white.

Me: So how is your family then? Are you enjoying your trip?

Yash: Haven't even met them yet. Will soon enough though. Should be an expereince. For now, I'm enjoying the city as a tourist, not a relative visiting.

Me: All by yourself?

Yash: Yup. Everyone else is busy at home. My oldest sister is getting married this year, it's pretty hectic.

I wanted to keep on finding out more about him, keep on talking to him. He was so much more different then I was. He didn't have to worry about paparazzi, and rude columnists. He could just be him. How much his parents must have loved him to raise him with such confidence. He's so sure of himself, and so at ease in his skin. Just the way he leans back, shoulders relaxed, and face so at peace. I wish I could take some of this essence he lets off. But then again, just having him around makes me a little more calm. Or so I think.

My phone starts ringing and he gestures towards me to pick it up. I look at the collar ID, it's DS. I gesture my index finger towards him to signal one minute and get up to take the call.

Me: Good Morning DS.

DS: Good Morning J, beta where are you. Anjali said you'd be back by now but you've missed breakfast. Everyone is wondering where you are. You should tell us if you're going out. You know the press is going mad looking for snap shots of anyone from the household. And it's simply too risky going biking right now. You should know better J. Tell me where you are and the driver will come pick you up.

She's kidding right? I can't even go out biking? But Manyata can go make a fool out of everyone in the Palace? She can make a nuisance out of herself, act completely inappropriately, and they can let her off of the hook, but I'm getting criticized for biking? You've got to be kidding me. Stupid double standards.

Me: Yes DS. I'll be home soon enough. Don't worry no one can tell it's me, I'll bike home, no need to send the driver.

DS: J, you do understand that this is more than just about you; you need to see beyond that.

I almost snort, but I stop myself and clench my jaw

Me: I know DS. It's not supposed to be about me. I've gotten that loud and clear. I'll be home in an hour.

I hang up the phone, a bitter taste in my mouth. I'm trying, I really am. I'm doing my best to let go. But every time I do...there are so many little things that force me to look back and fell angry. This girl as done stupid thing after stupid thing...but I go out biking and I'm getting scolded like a little kid who came home dirty. It's simply not fair. Then again, what is in life?

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She hung up the phone and clenched it in her hands, a perpetual habit. As a child she would often wring her hands together, but it had been deemed un-lady like and as a fallback she had now learned to hold her phone tight; a small outlet in this complicated world of rules, expectations and precedents. She failed to notice him his presence as she looked out towards the water. Lost in her thoughts she was angry when someone whistled at her to attain her attention. Turning around she saw him as she had left him. Sitting on the sand, knees pointing upwards and shoulders relaxed. He saw her expression and swiftly unfolded himself to his full stature. And like a friendly giant walked towards her, he had a smile on his face, and a steady stride in his step.

Yash: By the looks of how you're suffocating that poor device, I guess you Have to go home?

J: Yes, I'm late actually. Sorry, overprotective family members.

Yash: Hey, no worries. I get it. My parents were -and to some extent are- the same way with my sisters. It comes with the territory of having daughters I guess.

She looked at him and wondered how on earth he could be so...sanskari? He oozed respect and a level of dignity she couldn't understand. Unless it was an act... a front he put up to impress other girls, to show them how understanding and sweet he was, she'd seen Uday put up the good boy front in front of her family so many times that this characteristic from Yash was making her suspicions. She couldn't stop herself from lashing out at him.

J: It's weird isn't it, here you are on a beach being oh-so-understanding and philosophical with a girl you haven't known for more than an hour. What's the catch? Do you use this persona often?

She couldn't see what his reaction was, as his eyes where hidden beneath the sunglasses, but it wasn't a smirk or condescending smile Uday would have given her, while preparing for battle. It was the opposite. His jaw was taunt, and his mouth unmoving and he crossed his arms against his chest.

Yash: Are you always this full of crap, or is this just a special show for me?

J: What?

Yash: I don't know, you tell me what Nandini. I'm just being friendly. Honestly there wasn't a freaking neon sign in front of your head that lead me to you saying "Here she is, go harass this girl that you don't know" I just thought it would be nice to talk to someone other than the bellboy and the waiters at the hotel. If you simply don't want to speak to me, say so, there's no need to be a b*tch.

Her jaw dropped and she took a step towards him. She had heard the word..and she knew she was called it plenty of times, but no one had ever called her Rajkumari Jainandini a "b*tch" to her face. She wanted to stick her finger in his face and yell at him...but she stopped. She thought about the dream she had had...and the perception people had about her based on her title. And in this moment in time...she didn't have her title with her. With Yash she was just a girl- and apparently she wasn't very good at just being a just girl either. She composed herself and clenched her fingers in her fist.

J: Did you just call me a b*tch?

Yash: Yes I did, and I think that's an accurate description don't you? If you want I could call you bipolar as well. Since at one moment you're nice and the other moment you're flipping out like no tomorrow.

Yash: "Well ! Well!" you what, Nandini?

J: Are you MOCKING ME?

Yash:No, I'm complimenting you, obviously I'm mocking you.

J: You are such a..

Yash: Jerk? Nope, I'm not. I'm actually really nice. But you're being mean. So I'm being mean.

J: You're so full of yourself.

Yash: Nope, not at all. Now, moving on. Do you want to go out for dinner tonight or not?

Yash: ---Do you want to go---

She rolled her eyes at his attempt at humor

Yash: --then why did you ask?

Yash: Then Why did you-

He simply started laughing, a deep, boisterous and happy laugh. This man was just something else. He made her feel so...something. She didn't know what it was. When he pushed her...it wasn't to get a reaction out of her, but simply because he wouldn't let her push him around either.

Seeing his ridiculous expression she felt some silly laughter overcoming her face as well.

Yash: So, come on. Dinner tonight or not?

His grin was contagious, and she couldn't help but forget about the anger and irritation she had only been feeling a moment ago.

J: Sure. Dinner Tonight.

She started walking towards her bike when he whistled at her, causing her to look back at him.

Yash: Nandini, I'm guessing you do this often.

J: Do what?

Yash: Break hearts.

She stood up straighter and had a confused look on her face. Did he know who she was then?

J: What?

Her grinned at her as he walked towards her and stopped right in front of her once again.

Yash: Well, you said yes to dinner tonight, but didn't say where I should pick you up? I'm going to take it that you're simply flustered at my lovely offer.

She let out a breath, and felt foolish. Of course he wouldn't know where to get her'but the palace. He couldn't pick her up at the palace. Oh god. Not even a friend's house. She didn't want to let K and L know about Yash. Where could she go where Yash wouldn't know about her stature. Where could she go where she'd be pretty average? The Chawl. The first idea that popped into her head, she recited Manyata's old address. Oh crap, what am I doing?

J: And Flustered? You wish. I'll see you at 7 Yash.

Before she could leave him he gently grasped her hand. It was the slightest touch...and it was so soft. He wasn't attempting to execute power or possession, but simply catch her attention...it felt different...infact it was different. A good kind of different.

Yash: Here, give me your phone.

She looked down at her phone which was being wrung in her hands once again.

Yash: You keep that up and you're going to break it. Don't worry I'm not running away with it. Just let me put in my number.

They switched phones and inputted their names and number...She almost wrote in "J" but reminded herself that it was not the case here. She simply typed in "Nandini"

Yash:Thanks. Now, I can make sure you don't stand me up. Just imagine: me all excited ready to go, and you just leave me standing there.

J: You say it as if you've been there before.

Yash: Nope, but best be sure, right?

J: You are just something else Yash.

He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and grinned.

Yash: I know, you are too Nandini.

And with that she turned around and hopped back onto the bike which had brought her here. Odd, she had come here a different person, and was leaving a little different as well. She shrugged off the word Nandini and rode back towards her destination. She was always Jainandini, regardless of what she wanted. She was always J...always the second fiddle. Maybe Yash would open her eyes and help her see differently- maybe.

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Lunch time at the palace was quitter than usual. Manyata had gone out with Uday for Lunch, Vijay and Maineka were still out of town, and the palace seemed quite without their presence. For the first time in over 6 months it was just DS, JN, Brijraj and Komal sitting at the table. Next to no conversation between them, at least for now. J had shed the grimy athletic wear and donned a Dona Karen dress, the peach color halter dress was in light pastel, complimenting her skin tone, cut mid-thigh which little frill, it was elegent, classy and expensive. Very Jainandini. To her right at the head of the table Rajmata sat with a pleased look on her face. Things were progressing nicely in their household. At the other end Brijraj was munching on his salad, and skimming through his phone, and beside him Komal was starting to dig into her meal. As everyone settled in the conversation finally started.

Komal: J beta, where were you this morning? You missed breakfast with us all.

J: I got up early and went biking.

Brijraj: Ahh! Biking. I should do that again. How was it beta?

J: It was good dad. We should go sometime.

Komal: You should take Manyata with you J.

J: Why?

Komal: Something you two could share.

J: I think Manyata and I have shared enough mom, don't you think?

Komal's face was impassive as she looked at her youngest, and simply continued with her meal; although Rajmata refused to do the same. In her poise manner she began.

DS: You're right J beta. I do think you and Manyata have shared enough. So this is why I think this news should be appealing to you.

Komal and Brijraj both looked up, curious as to what news she was referring to...J's back suddenly tensed.

DS: Do you remember Maharaj Rajendra Singh from Ravghard Brijraj?

Brijraj: Yes of course, don't see him very often though. He's very traditional, and doesn't like coming to the city. He lives in Ravghard, doesn't he?

DS: Yes he does.

Brijraj: And? Are they visiting us? Ravghard is not the estate it once was Ma Shab. It's traditional, and hasn't expanded its horizons. He has no heirs. I personally Don't see any point in inviting him over. Mahraj Rajendra is not a very nice person. He's beyond discussion with. It's odd how a Rajwarda can be a hermit.

DS: Yes, Ravghard is no longer the estate it once was. And Rajendra'he's different than how he once was. But he does have an heir. He has one grandchild- a grandson. Who is arriving to Ravghard next month to see the estate. The Sole heir of the estate. Yuvraj Aryan.

J's back tensed, she could sense where this was heading but she looked down at her plate and attempted to place her thoughts elsewhere. Somewhere else. Anywhere else.

Brijraj: Ma Shab...but when did he have an heir? Wasn't his son Aryan?

DS: Yes, Rajendra's son was Aryan. This is his grandson.

Brijraj: The boy is a bas***d then. Not a legitimate heir.

DS: No, by all accounts Aryan is a legitimate heir. His mother was Rajendra's daughter. You must remember her Komal? Vidya? I'm sure you must have gone to finishing school with her.

Komal: Yes, yes I did. Vidya was a nice girl. I didn't know she had gotten married and had a son.

DS: Well, after her brother's death...the entire estate was not the same. Rajendra...sort of lost it. Ravghard was not the same. But it seems that Rajendra has decided to pass on the lineage to his nathi. Aryan- at least this Aryan- will be the Mahraja of Ravghard.

She could sense where they was headed. She just knew it. But it didn't stop her from wincing as her grandmother spoke the words.

DS: I've arranged your rishta with Yuvraj Aryan, J. It will be a perfect match.

Brijraj stood up abruptly he and glared at his mother.

Brijraj: You've found a crumbling empire, with nothing to offer for J Ma Shab?

DS: It isn't crumbing Brijraj...Ravghard can once again be the glorious estate it was.

Brijraj: Can be Ma Shab. That's the key term. It can be. We don't know that. But currently Ravghard has NOTHING to offer Devgard. It has nothing, besides its title.

DS: But Brijraj, the title. That's all that mattered to you didn't it? When Jagad's family had wanted J's hand...you had been so condescending. Refuting their status, and power. Disregarding them simply because they were not royalty. And now you refute this alliance, because they are royalty?

Her son paced, in anger. His expression furious.

Brijraj: Ma Shab, you know perfectly well what I'm referring to. Ravghard is at the bottom of the Royal heap. There is nothing but a rundown Mahal, and a lonely old man holding on to his crumbling empire. Devgard cannot be a part of that. We need a different Yuvraj.

DS: Brijraj, Yuvrajs are not created on demand. There are more Rajkumari's then there are Yuvrajs in the Indian Royal House. It is simply a fact.

Komal: Ma Shab, we can find another household. It doesn't have to be royal. An industrialist or Tycoon.

Rajmata smiled at her daughter in law's innocent assumption.

DS: Komal, after Jagad, that option is simply crossed out. We should all understand why.

J dropped placed her fork gently on the table and excused herself. Her father and grandmother discussed further about the two estates...her mother simply sat at the table thinking. J walked to her room with a broken down spirit. She had just started to stich herself back together...and they were cutting her open once again. She didn't need a prince. Nor any man. She just wanted to be left alone. It seemed like whatever decision her family wanted to make for her...it always left her bleeding raw. She'd been there once, and didn't want to be there again. First it was Jagad...he hadn't been Royal...Uday had been so close to being hers..but he had been destined for someone else. And now...now she was being panned off to some random no-name household? Would they have given this type of alliance to Manyata? No. Manyata gets the best...and I simply get what's left over. Sitting on her bed, she didn't cry but the tears were still welling in her eyes. Looking across at the vanity she looked at herself. The cool elegance seemed so fake...the exterior so artificial. She could see her insecurities facing her. How much more longer could she keep this up? What on earth did she want? And who could she tell, even if she did know? Her grip on the phone tightened. It viberated in return.

It was a text from Yash.

" I've decided, whenever you hold your phone in a death grip, it just means you're looking forward to seeing me. Probably not true, you might just be plotting to kill someone, but I prefer my theory. See you tonight Nandini."

She read it and burst into tears...not because of what DS and her father had been discussing...or how she felt. But because she realized, she so desperately wanted to be just Nandini.

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Alright Guys'well I don't know how you'll feel about this. But here it is. Tell me your thoughts on this episode. I know I made you all wait a really long time (almost two weeks) for this part. And to be honest I only even wrote as much as I did because I'd get fed up from school work and would need brain break. Don't throw chappals at me. Consider Aryan anpther Akash. Necessary for Jayash to work😉 (btw, can we work on a Jodi name for our lovely couple😳) Tell me your thoughts: what needs to improve, what you want to see, what you like, dislike and how I can improve their chemistry. With these two I'm working from scratch so it's harder than manveer. If you're a UVC reader, you'll note the JNC updates are not as long. And you'd be right. I'm trying to pace myself Here😆.

Originally posted by: Anhdara13

@ red: oohh I cannot wait to see this. She's gonna be having difficulties keeping the princess part of her hidden is she wants to be treated like a normal person, but something tells me she'll also enjoy not being recognised. And he's going to challenge her, mentally and emotionally no? Get her to open up, to trust people. *squee* I cannot wait for their story to fully start.

re: Yash - damn, that is one hot dude. 😆 (some part of me keeps picturing Santiago Cabrera though. I think I just like that actor too much.)

I googled Santiago, and he does not fit my picture of Yash😆 I'm sticking with this Armani Model☺️.

Originally posted by: dimpzz

Reeha you've got be kidding me!!
Just remove those pictures from there!! Else i'm gonna be literally drooling...*ahem* corrections staring at those pictures whole day long!😍

Oh shit!! 😲 you SO shouldn't have written about googling the worlds best men!🤢
the first picture that i see brad pitt!🤢 god! that was a BAD idea!😳
okay seriously!! he is HOT!!!😳 better than the yash i imagined!😳
BTW is he a prince or a royal too???😃

bahahahahahhaaa Navpreet, I love you. You simply always make me smile 🤗

Originally posted by: NightStarr

siiigh that was my reaction to their first meeting...Love the whole concept of him being half and half. I know you haven't mentioned whether he is a royal or a commoner but the masochist in me want him not from a royal family at first and maybe by some crazy situation find out later that he is...so that Jay could in a way see things from M's perspective in regards to how it is to love someone who is not considered a royal and the way he is treated in the royal society 😆...before she was a character that I thought I should want to hate but just simply dislike but I think now she is a character that I would love to hate but don't because of this story. I think this story portrays the original Jay very very very well and I think if Dekha Ek Khwab was in fact a book and not a tv show..we would see this side of her and her emotions but alas it is a tv show and they can focus on one thing. I have always thought that her and Uday are exactly alike and Jay never fails to mention that as well 😆. But on a serious note I truly feel like we are biased to UV because we understand all the reasons behind the actions he takes but we don't take the time to do the same for Jay. I think you are truly understand Jay and her feelings. I most of actions taken by Jay is due to always being considered No. 2 and that have really influenced her life and herself as a person. Add to that the whole wanting/liking Uday and not being able to have him either because he "belongs" to Manyata is a insult to injury. Ok I will shut up now and will eagerly await the next chapter of Jay's story I know I know it sounds mean but hey I did say it could be revealed later that he is a royal and after all she would get a prince too hehee Sooo back to the chapter. Yaar your starting to make me like Jay alot more than I want to

All I can say is thank you for such a lovely comment 🤗, be sure to let me know what you think of Part three; and you're question about him being a royal is answered in part three aswell😊. And I'm glad you're liking J. I feel girls often dislike girls based on the exterior persona faaar too often. EX. J for Manyata and Manyata for J. There is always a story behind every face.

Originally posted by: morningstar

hey reeha... this is the first time i am commenting on IF after a long hiatus..😊.

your ffs are unbeleivably amazing... they have a very comfortable pace and lucid language...

and your perspective on certain things is absolutely unique...👏

loving your writing skills girl!!!⭐️

p.s. i realise that you are on a i-relate-to-jainandini mode right now... but plzzz dont forget the udayveer chronicles... fingrs-crossed for a quicky update on that!!!😉

Hi Morningstar! You're a UVC reader as well!😲 Do drop a comment next time to let me know what you think please! I'm glad you're enjoying both. The UVCs is longer- in the sense each update is huge. So I'm half way through part 15. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten, I'm just behind because fo school work. Hopefully next week it will be up. A nice lengthy update to make up for the wait😳. Be sure to let me know what you think of part three of the JNCs till then😃

Originally posted by: JZephyr

*surprise*!!!

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The encounter with Yash was beamy, dreamy, and crisp! He did humor her, engaging in harmless flirting, but he also obviously seemed like someone genuinely hoping to make friends. And she must and would come off as a spark to begin with! For a NYer though - I say he's almost too cordial with strangers 😆 Like how often do you run into people on the 42nd, with all the time in the world to cause and tend to your injuries 😆 For all my personal bias towards the less gawd-ly and more routine guys (the easy dorky kind, lol!) someone like JN would need a minimum doze of 6 feet 3 inches Greek God served fresh with wit and smiles galore, to heal the scars on her vanity.

I hope you're one of the regular and fast updating people - because I hate to have to wait for updates - so post up soon girl! 🤗

xx

J.

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Are you still hoping to change the title? Not that you should or have to - but in case you were still waiting on suggestions, how about Jainandidni: The Second Fiddle

JZ! Thank you so much for peaking in! 😆and I'm glad it was good enough to tempt you to stay. Now...don't go getting the impression about me being a terrible Updater I usually try to do it once a week, or a week and a half. But I've been super busy (Pysch paper😡 Stats Midterm(s) 😡 GAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!) anyways, I love you're title, But I've made the banner😆 I'll steel it for an OS some day though😉 For Yash, I agree, he is the sterotypical hunk on the exterior (I'm vain enough to want someone good looking to write about- it's the romance novels I tell you) but he is a first class dork. Don't worry about that. He'll bring J down to earth. She needs to see that there is faaar more to a person than their looks; he'll teach her to be a little humble.Yet, he won't be walked over. Yash is just as deep as Uday, but in a different way- that's a discovery for another day though😉 As for him being a Nice NYer, I've met so many nice NYers on here (Pari and Mahi come to mind) that I had to give them a shout out, especially since I've met some nice ones in real life too. Chicago and Boston would have been close seconds to choose, but I hate the Blackhawks and Bruins🤢 Atleast with NY I have three hockey team options😆