PART FOUR
to find me
Jainandini
I don't know why the hell it is the way it is, but I was looking forward to meeting Yash tonight. In fact, I can't remember the last time I was so excited to meet someone. I don't think that's ever been the case with. I've always had boys chase after me. Always. Girls have always wanted to be my friend. Always. But I've always been the selective one. Pushing aside people, ignoring them and forgetting about them; but I can't seem to do that with Yash. I want to see him, I want to talk to him, I want to listen to him. This is simply ridiculous. I've known him all for a few hours...not even. Yet, I'm getting giddy like a silly teenager. I've forgotten about this Aryan character DS is talking about. I don't want to hear another word about him and his family and the Ravgard Empire. I'm sick and tired of feeling used. Forget it, I don't need them to find someone for me. If and that is a very big IF, I ever want to get married, I will do it on my own terms. They have Manyata now, she is the heiress, and she has the king who will rule at her side. I don't need a freaking prince. I just need to be left alone for a while. I glance at my phone which I'm squeezing in my hands once again and feel this dumb smile come onto my face. It's so odd how he's made this everyday habit dissipate. Every time I clutch my phone, I remember his stupid text, and think about him. When I start to clutch my phone, it's always about some worry, or expressing some type of frustration- alleviating stress; but in the span of 5 hours..every time I hold the phone I end up thinking about him. Damn him. How can someone get into my head so easily- and not even know who I am?
It's almost six and I told him he could pick me up at seven. I walk towards my closet and look into what clothing is stashed here...the rest is usually in the dressing room down the hall, and every morning an assistant brings me a rack of dresses to choose from. I look inside and see them hanging there: Dolce & Gabbana, Gucci, Louis Vutton, Michael Kors and god knows what else. But I can't wear any of them. What middle class girl in Mumbai has these options? Unless she's dating some business tycoon, none. And now I'm stuck. Where on earth am I going to get decent contemporary clothing for dinner? I didn't even ask him where we're going! Oh god. Jeans. I can wear jeans. He won't know if they're Calvin Klein simply by the denim. I pull of the new jeans I bought months ago but never got around to wearing...and look at all of the shirts I have. Most of them are too formal, very detailed and expensive. He'd know right away. He said he has three older sisters, so I'm sure he knows what is what. I rummage a bit further in and find a plain black tang top, something I would normally wear while sleeping, and decide to pair it up with a white cardigan. I lay out the clothing and try to figure out what the heck I'm attempting to do. Change myself? These cloths are mine...it's not as if I didn't buy them. But when I look at them, I don't see me...I don't see a princess. I can just imagine the girl who gets to wear these- young, free, most likely a student enjoying her life. She's exactly what Nandini would be like...who Yash met at the beach. That's who I am to him. Nandini.
Turning around I try to figure out what shoes I need to wear with these. I can't wear Jimmy Choos'obviously not very middle class- and all I have are high heels. Oh crap. I peer outside of my room, and it seems that everyone is busy doing their own thing. Manyata is ...as per usual- gone out with Uday. She doesn't really wear heels. She might have the shoes I need. I make my way to her room and hesitate at the door. I haven't been in there since she moved out of my room. I didn't want to go in either- simply because I don't want to see her. I see too bloody much of her as it already is. Whatever. I push open the door and her room is similar to mine, but not really. It's a nice space, but I ignore that, I don't need to snoop around other things, I just want to get the shoes and leave. Opening the closet I feel like killing someone! This b*tch has a bigger closet then I do! What the hell! Whatever. I ignore the new outfits hanging and feel my blood boil as I see the bags from Boutique Avani- Jeji needs to start shopping somewhere else- moving along I finally see the shoe racks. There are numerous low high heels, and five times as many flats- for a simple chawl girl, she sure has come far in life. I find what I need, black flats, take them quickly and make my way out of her room and finally to mine. It's almost 6:30 and I need to get out of here soon. I change into the chosen articles of clothing and make my way out of my room and towards the front entrance, I brush past dad on the way there, I wasn't watching where I was going, and he was too busy on his blackberry.
Brijraj: J beta, where are you going dressed like this?
Oh crap. Everyone knows that I don't dress like this...in fact I've citizen other princess for dressing like middle class girls. Oh god.
Me: I'm going to the Gym Dad.
Brijraj: Gym jannay ki kya zarurat hai beta? We have a full gym in the palace.
Yash: Dad, I'd just like to get out of the house and do my work out in peace.
He grandly gestures towards the palace and gives me a "are you serious?" look.
Me: Really dad, I just want to get out and work out with some of my friends...go for a run. Things like that. Plus Vijay Bhai isn't even here. I'll just get bored.
Brijraj: Are you going alone?
Me: Ah...no. K and L will be there. We're meeting up and going to the Private gym at Club O.
Brijraj: I still think it's better if you stay here. We have everything.
I look anxiously at my watch. It's almost 6:45. I need to get out of here.
Me: Dad, we'll talk when I get back, right now I'm running late, bye!
I kiss him on the cheek and run out. Had he been DS I would not have gotten away as easily.
I look out and I realize I can't freaking take my car. Which girl who lives in a chawl has a car? Oh god. I search around and decide that the driver will have to help me. I make him drop me off at the coffee shop 10 streets away, and tell him to pick me up here when I phone him. He nods and drives off. I need to get into a rickshaw...How the hell does one do that? I watch these two friends wave one down, and essentially follow their lead. And one stops. Huh. That was easy. It's filthy, kind of sweaty and has a weird scent. Ew. Oh god. Ew. The rickshaw driver gives me a nice smile and asks where I'd like to go...I spew out the address and hope he gets there fast, because I seriously don't to spend too much time in here. He tries to make conversation with me but I ignore him. I'm not trying to be rude, but I simply don't know how to make small talk with the help. That is Manyata's talent. He drops me outside of the Chawl I pay the man, give him a tentative smile and look around me.
I don't know why I had told Yash that I had lived here...I honestly don't. I look around and everyone is so...different. I can here laughter, can smell some spicy food cooking...the sound of music, chatter and liveliness. I've never thought of it that way. Never saw it that way. It's different from the palace...there isn't the polish and suaveness...but there is this endless amount of life. Everywhere. It's not for me...but I can see happiness. I must fit the role...or at least I'm not too out of place because I haven't gotten too many curious looks from anyone. Actually, no one has noticed me. Odd. It's a little weird. I'm used to people stopping me. It's 7-and he's not here yet. I've never had to wait for anyone-never. I look around and I can't see anyone. Wow, this is something else. I've never been stood up before. I look down at the watch again and it's almost 7:05-he hasn't even texted or called to let me know he's running late. I have the urge to call him or text him and ask- but now. I do not call and ask for anyone. Ever; it's not even about being a princess, it's about having some pride. I threw a lot of pride away for Uday- never again. It's almost 7:10 and I'm just going to forget it. He can go to hell for all I care; there are plenty of other girls he can entertain, or take out. I'm not going to wait around for him. Turning around I make my way outside of the chawl, only to get distracted by some commotion. To the far left there was a large group of kids...I don't think they lived in the chawl...they seemed to be those children who asked for money on the street corners of busy intersection. They were surrounding one person, smiles across their faces and laughter around them.
Acha, abb hume jana hai. Hume Kalko ayaingay aur chocolates kay saath. Promise
I would have recognized that ridiculous hindi anywhere. And I had only heard it once before. Yash.
I can't see him from here, he must be on his knees to be at eye level with the children, but I do here the collective awww of the kids, who are obviously disappointed. There are tons of questions flying.
Promise Bhai? Mujhe bhi chocolate milagi?
Jaldi ana! Tum hum saab kay saath baad meh khel bhi sakthaho kya?
Sacchi meh aur chocolates nahi hain? Mere pate meh chuay narchraha hain
I can't hear a response, but he stands up silently and looks down at the group of about 10 children, who gaze up at him expectantly.
Ahhh...abhi to humare paas aur chocolates nahi hain; lekin tommor'kal ko hum aur chocolates lekey ayainga. Aur, aap sab kay saath kheleyngay. Ok?
The children smile and laugh, and Yash shakes their hands individualy, and gives the one little girl who was watching in awe a flower he had in his hand. A white daisy. She giggled and went away. It was such a sight, tattered clothes, face smeared with dirt and hair uncombed...but that one flower had just lite up her face. The children walk off into various directions: who knows what their stories are, burdens an problems...but for a moment Yash had just taken them away. Who the hell is this guy?
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She was standing off to the corner the phone being squeezed in her hands, and a confused expression on her face; and he was busy gazing at the children as they went back to their respective lives. His expression somber and bittersweet; she couldn't help but notice his face..the look of compassion, determination and consideration. Dressed in dirt stained black jeans and a white V-neck t-shirt that had dirty hand prints all over it. But he didn't look at those, nor did he notice. Glancing down at his watch he rubbed the back of his neck, a look of displeasure on his face- it seemed like her realized what time it was- Just past 7:20 pm. Shaking his head he looked back towards the chawl and spotted her. No person could accuse her of looking like a princess; in fact J looked like any regular girl who was dressed to have a nice evening with friends: jeans, cardigan and flats. Her hair was tied into a tight ponytail, and there was little make-up on her face; just some mascara and lip gloss. This girl looked just as lovely as Jainandini...but in a more subtle and understated way. More wholesome, and approachable.
His face broke into a charming grin as he made his way towards her, shaking his head and trying to read her expression.
Yash: Well, at least I know you were looking forward to meeting me.
She looked down at his gaze and saw that she was wringing her phone in her hands again.
J: Oh you wish, you could have phoned that you were going to be late you know.
He didn't realize that she had seen part of the instance as to why he was late...and she was surprised when he didn't come to his defence.
Yash: You're right Nandini, I should have. I'm sorry...I just got hung up with something.
That's it? He wasn't going to argue with her?
Yash: You look lovely by the way, come on lets get going. Do you want me to say hi to your parents or something?
J: What?
Yash: Well, when I usually pick up a girl from her house, her dad wants to grill me and tell me what time to have her home by- you know, the usual?
J: Not here you don't...ahh. My parents don't know I'm going out with you- and it should stay that way.
Yash: Ooo, strict parents? It's all good; I know where you're coming from. My parents acted the same way with my sisters. Don't worry, we'll be back soon enough. Alright?
He lead her towards a indiscreet black car parked on the outskirts of the chawl, with children surrounding the shiny vehicle.
Kid: Bhai, tum jab kalko aogay, tho hum sab tumare gardi dhek sakthey hain?
Yash: Ahh..Bilkhul.
He looked tentatively at J who was having a hard time not laughing.
He raised his eyebrow at her and opened the door for her to slide in, and then made his way to the other side of the car and slipped in himself, and drove off.
Once inside the car, J bursted out laughing.
Yash: Hey what's so funny?
J:Oh god, your face. Just looking at your face.
Yash: I'll have you know, that this is a face woman die over.
J: Oh you're so full of yourself.
Yash: I can't help it, I'm the youngest in my family- it's part of my character design
J:Well, I'm the youngest and I'm not..
Yash:Lies! You are so full of yourself, I can tell.
J: Am not! I'm a nice person.
Yash:Really? Then why are you making fun of my Hindi?
J:I was not!
Yash: Actually, you were internally making fun of my Hindi.
J:Well-it's not the Hindi per say...it's the confused look on your face. It's so endearing. And I did not make fun of you.
Yash: Sure-you just keep telling yourself that Nandini, and I might actually start believing you.
J: Aww, did I hurt your feelings?
He smiled at her sarcastic jib back, and made an adorable face.
Yash:Just a little bit.
She looked around the car, the smell of clean leather, the dials and the shiny Honda logo in the center of the steering wheel.
J:Did you borrow a car?
Yash:I rented it; I did buy a bicycle though, but I thought for this date, and car would be necessary. So, Nandini, where do you want to go for dinner?
He was asking her where she wanted to go? She could only name some expensive restaurants off the top of her head'and that wouldn't go very well with the status of the girl he thought she was. Where could she tell him to go?
J: You pick; I don't have any preferences.
Yash:Oh come on: Indian, Italian, Chinese, Fusion? I've been here a week and there are so many places to eat that my head is spinning- any good suggestions? Or are you a homebody and prefer good home cooking.
How could she explain that "home cooking" in her world was a cord en bleu chef who made 5 star meals at the palace for breakfast, lunch and dinner?
J:I love good home food...
And true to his nature and the chatter box that he was, Yash went off.
Yash: Me too. My mom made the best Sholey Puri's. I could just eat endless amounts of Sholey Puris. Hey, you know what, if you don't mind, can we go eat some? Where would have the best authentic sholey puri's Nandini?
She tried to make her face a neutral as possible'where the hell would they go for sholey puris?
Yash:Oh please, don't make that face. Don't tell me you won't eat it because it's oily etc.?
Actually'that hadn't been the first thought in her head, but it had been a close second. A very close second.
J:I don't usually eat Shole Puri'but I wouldn't mind going out for some.
Yash:Perfect! Where should we go then?
J really didn't want to do this, but she knew that Manyata would be her best bet.
J:give me a second Yash.
He nodded and continued driving as J gave in and dialed Manyata's phone number. She picked up at about the third ring.
Manyata:Hello?
J:Hi Jeji, are you busy?
Manyata: J? Are you seriously calling me?
J: What, I can't call you?
Manyata: No, no of course you can. What did you need?
J: Where is a good place for Sholey Puri? Or bhaturas?
Manyata:What?
J: You heard what I said.
Manyata:Ahh'do you mean a restaurant?
J:I mean any place that has really good Sholey Puris or bhaturas. That's all.
Manyata:J'the best ones I've had are at Lucky Kaka's Kona. And his place isn't'.exactly your style.
J:Look Jeji, can you just tell me where it is, that's all I need, you don't need to over analyze the rest.
Manyata sighed and spewed off the address, and J hung up the phone and reiterated it to Yash. He observed her expression; it was irritated and less lively than it had been a moment ago.
Yash:You know, if you really don't like them, then we can go somewhere else. There's a really great restaurant at the hotel I'm staying at.
J:No it's alright. I haven't had Sholey Puris in forever, so I'm looking forward to it as well.
He smiled and they drove off to their destination.
There was a moment of awkward silence where no one said anything; but of course Yash was the first to break the eye.
Yash:So, I'm guessing you don't like your sister.
J:You guessed correctly then.
Yash:I normally do, you know I'm a very intuitive person.
She smiled as he tried to change the topic.
J: Does everything revolved around you Mr. Ryan Liam Yashvardan?
He looked quizzically at her and burst out laughing.
Yash:Oh, now you're just making me feel bad. Ryan Liam Yashvardan sounds so much more nicer then my actual name. Damned parents, didn't really think this through.
J: What?
Yash: My name; you read it exactly like it's on the license: It's Liam Yashvardan Ryan. Ryan is my last name Nandini.
J: Really?
Yash:Really, my dad's family is from Ireland.
He gave her a grin and pulled up beside the brightly light and very busy "Lucky Kaka's Kona"
J looked around and tried hard to not be judgmental. She ignored the lack of ambiance and dcor'and focused on the smells and sounds'the happiness. On the other hand Yash looked like he was in heaven. Pure Heaven.
Yash: Tell your sister I love her...place is god sent.
J's face froze at his phrase, "tell your sister I love her" she understood the context it was being used in'but she felt her spin freeze up. Ice in her veins'and confusion on her face. He took one look at her and knew something was wrong. Being a personable individual he reached out to sooth her.
Yash: Hey, Nandini'you ok?
She shrugged his hand away, the confusion taken over by anger. She was so angry. Even as Nandini there seemed to be moments where Manyata could infringe...Manyata could still impress someone. This jealousy was getting the best of her. She didn't want to see the similarities between Yash and Manyata: both were lively, happy, approachable, strong people. They saw things in a different light. And A guy like Yash would never think much of a girl like her'if Uday'who was in more ways than one the same person she was, couldn't understand her, couldn't feel for her-then how was Yash supposed to get her?
She shrugged out of his reach, and walked away towards to road, and decided that she was going to get a rickshaw and head home. This night had been pretty eye opening. They were too different from each other'and he would never understand her- whether she was J or Nandini.
Yash:Nandini!
He was persistent, and strode right after her. His face wasn't confused it was simply angry. Not over rejection, or lack of response: but because of the indecisiveness.
He caught up to her on the road side, her face watching the traffic as it moved forward. She ignored him as he walked right up to her, pretending that his presence was not there.
Yash:You know, you're pulling a nice move right now. At least tell me what's wrong so I can help fix it.
Silence.
He let out a breath and starred at her face.
Yash: Look, I don't know what's wrong, and you don't have to tell me. But you need to realize that I'm not here to hurt you; but it seems like you prefer to hurt me. Is that how it works Nandini? Wound others before they get the chance to wound you?
J: Go away Yash. This was a mistake.
Yash:Mistake? Come on! Forgetting to do your homework is a mistake! Borrowing your parents car without telling them is a mistake! Forgetting your sister's birthday is a Mistake! But getting to know someone who catches not only your eye, but your mind is most defiantly not a mistake. It's a risk. And sometimes a risk is worth taking.
His words made too much sense...they were meant to sooth. She couldn't even tell if it was practiced or not. But it brought out the beast in her: the wounded beast.
She turned to him, her face defiant and angry. No tears, only words meant for battle.
J:Where the hell do you get off being so philosophical with me? Do you know me? Do you know who I am? What I go through? What my problems are? Who cares and who doesn't care? What do you know about risk? What do you know is at stake? You don't know me at all Yash.
His jaw grew taunt, and stance straight, his stature was already imposing due to the height he had over her but now he too was poised to a verbal parley.
Yash:That's exactly the problem Nandini. I don't know you. I don't know you at all. And even when I'm attempting to you've build these walls. I don't know you: but I want to know you, and that is my only fault. You don't want anyone to come near you Nandini, but you're willing to attack those who want to get to know you.
She stood up straighter and took a step closer, her voice level and lethal.
J:How dare you-
Yash: No, you're done talking you've had your turn.
He didn't touch her, but she could feel the heat radiating off of his body, a mere inches separated them. Yash: I want to get to know you Nandini- just you. Whoever you are, whatever your story is- regardless of how much of a diva you are-
J: I'm not a-
Yash:Don't lie- you're a first class diva. But call me crazy there is still something there that makes me want to talk to you. You need to get off of your high horse and see you're not the only one. You don't know me either. Do you know who I am? What I go through? What my problems are? Who cares and who doesn't care? Even you don't know what's at risk Nandini.
She stopped, her breathing was deep and her anger subsiding'he was telling her something she should have realized all on her own: she didn't know anything about Yash except for his name, and the fact that he had three sisters. He was repeating the very questions she had poised to him: and she realized that even she did not have an answer.
He saw that chink. He noticed the first crack in the wall, and he let out a breath of relieve.
Yash:Now, I think you and I need to stop fighting every time we meet. But then again, have you ever heard the saying '
J:Shut up Yash.
Yash:No, you shut up. Come on let's go eat. Arguing with you makes me hungry.
And just like that'the storm was over. Forgotten. She could tell he was alright because his shoulders were lax and a smile was creeping into his face.
He didn't take her hand and drag her with him, he walked side by side with her, and occasionally glancing down at her thinking of something she couldn't see or understand.
She smiled and walked with him'feeling like an idiot.
Yash:And by the way, Nandini.
J:What?
Yash:I don't know your sister. I don't care what she looks like and who she is; I want to get to know you.
J:What?
Yash:I'm just making sure you never have to second guess me again. At least not in that matter.
She looked at him with utter confusion and helplessness- how had he managed to read her? Had her face been that obvious?
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Jainandini
I can't believe it's over so easily. What is it about him that can make me feel more angry and then can bring me right back to earth? He matches my outrage'but manages to pull us both back down. He's so physically and verbally imposing'yet he won't touch me or hold my hand. He's so subtle and respectful. Most men I've dated or gone out with have always been suave, polished and would essentially do what I say, for the sake of who I am. But not him- it was as if he knows not to touch me. As if he realizes that I've been burned. And now'with Manyata'he somehow understood what words had set me ablaze- he understood his error. But he didn't question me- did not demand that I explain why I dislike Manyata- what the story behind this pain is.
We make our way a small table: plastic chairs, metal top, and loud company. I can honestly say I've never been any place like this before. I feel like asking for a menu, but this little boy quickly comes up and spews off the specials for tonight. Shole this and shole that. We place our order of shole, raita and endless puris, and sit while waiting. I take a tentative sip of my water'oh crap. It's not even bottled. I try not to grimace.
Yash:Alright. I've decided something.
Me:Really, do tell.
Yash:Well, in order to stop you from flipping out. We're playing 10 questions. You ask me something, and I answer. And I do the same for you. OK?
I think about it'and realize that if he asks me these questions right now' I can at least I can come up with an intelligent answer compared to if something is asked while passing by. But first he needs to spill the beans. Not me.
Me:Sounds, good. Foreigners first.
Yash:Ha. Ha. You're so funny; oh wait, you're not.
Me:Yes I am, now first question: What are the names of your infamous sisters'you speak so highly of them, but I'm beginning to wonder if you just use it to pick up girls.
Yash:Ouch, that hurts. Actually, having three older sisters helped me out quite a bit: was always the best dressed boy; I know how to treat women respectfully, and I have a clean room.
Me:Are you evading the question Mr. Ryan?
Yash:Of course not. Just wait.
He pulls out his black iPhone and taps away. Finally he places the phone in front of me. He's in the center of the picture, wearing a black suit, black shirt and black tie'he looks amazing. And for a moment I fail to notice the two girls to his left, and one to his right. They're all huddled close, and I can see the similarities with them. The one to the most left was tall, black waves framed her face, sharp features like her brother and the same green eyes; she wore a cream cocktail dress and looked like a model. Beside here this sister was shorter, her hair was tied up- the same shade of black, the same green eyes, but a much rounder face, she wore a black cocktail dress. To Yash's right, hugging close was a clone of the sister on the most left, same hair'same style but in a grey dress. He pointed to them in order.
Yash: This one here, in the cream dress, she's my oldest sister Nina- she's the one getting married. Beside her, in the black is the one who's older than me, Mia, and finally this one here in the grey- and no you're not mistaken she does look exactly like Nina is Mina. They're identical twins. See, wasn't lying, three sisters.
They look so happy, all three of them'a lovely family. When you look at the snap shot, all you notice is an Irish clan; his sisters are so fair- it's safe to say that he inherited most of an Indian gene then his sisters did.
Me: Is there Hindi as amazing as yours?
Yash:Hey! My Hindi is fabulous. And this counts as question number two just so you know. Actually, Nina and Mina speak great Hindi; mom taught them while they were young. Mia's is more like mine.
Me: Oh fine, number three then: What is your Dad's name.
Yash:Manny
Me: Number four: What is your mom's name?
Yash: Vinny
Me: Your mother's name is Vinny?
Yash: Yes, and that's number 5 just so you know.
Me: No it isn't! That was a follow up question!
Yash: Too bad. Now, either ask number 6, or I'm taking my turn.
Me: Fine! Ummm'why are you here in India? Honestly.
Yash: Oh- we're getting into the nitty gritty are we? Well, my mom passed away this year, so I'm here to meet her family, and get to know them. They're pretty pissed because she didn't want to be cremated etc. Lots of family politics. My dad was supposed to tag along, but they don't get along. The two sides of our families.
I feel terrible for asking such a question so causually...I hadn't wanted to bring up any hurt or pain. He must miss her so much.
Me: I'm sorry Yash, this must be hard.
Yash: What's there to be sorry about? It doesn't really matter; I'm proud of my mom for going against convention- if not for that, I wouldn't be here. Don't worry about it. Number 7 please?
Me: Alright, Number 7- where did you go to school?
Yash: For elementary and high school I went to Brandford Prep in NYC, and for University I went to Oxford.
Me: Impressive.
Yash: Meh, it's just a title, number 8 please?
Me: Who is your favorite sister?
Yash: Oh god. Please don't ask me that: every Raksha bandan I get screwed over with that question- I love and hate them all equally.
Me: Lies, you must have a favorite. How much more older are they then you?
Yash :That's number nine you know.
Me: No it isn't! You didn't answer number 8, so this is number 8!
Yash : I did answer Number 8: I said I love them all equally.
Me: That is a half-assed answer and you know it!
Yash : No it isn't! It's an intelligent and honest answer.
Me: Sure, you keep telling yourself that and I just might believe it.
Yash : Hey! You stole that from me!
Me: No I didn't! and what, is your name written on it somewhere "the Above stated phrase is only legally permissible if Mr. Liam Y. Ryan states them"
He bursts out laughing and our food arrives.
Yash : I could get used to you Nandini.
The scary thing is...I feel the same way about him.
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Now before you read my rant, I have a request: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LISTEN to this song for me😃...
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZyMCCWXBk4[/YOUTUBE]
* If the video does NOT work here the song is Called "Save Me" by Niki Manaj: PLEASE listen to it.
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This is literally what I think of when I think of J. Seriously: Yash is going to save her. I only regret is that I can't have a VM for them 😭 Ahh, whateves.
Moving on. This is byfar the record for the longest JNC update we've ever had😆- Usually the UVC is this length. Anyways: these two are making head way, slowly but surely. We'll get to see parts of Yash and Parts of J. I understand if the pace is too slow, but that's because they need to come get to know eachother first. Tell me what you think: like,love, hate etc.
PLEASE comment: tell me if the song works- if you agree, disagree etc.
Thank you all for waiting and being so lovely.
Reeha🤗
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