3 Press waalas, 10 Drycleaners & ONE Husband☺️
"OK... OK... Fine... If I call for truce... will you back off then?" she begged making some devious mental calculations like she always did😳
"Ummm... Sure!" he said😈
"OK Neeyum prank panna koodadu, I will also not pull any, will that work u think?" she asked desperate
"Does that mean this round is mine?" he asked
"STALEMATE!! Pffftt!! YOurs!!... Jerk!!! I caught u unawares... I put foundation in your hair, PEOPLE BATHE IN CHOCOLATE SYRUP, tumhare French" she sniggered
"Ummm"
"On a Scale of 10, I will say foundation in hair is a 8 or 9, chocolate syrup is a 2 or a 3" "3 only because I am being kind because you were sick yesterday... warna to chocolate prank he liye I shud rightfully be giving you a 1" she said dismissively
As if she had a huge mathematical model built exclusively for pranks and she sat assessing them at leisure.😳
"Shravu one time thought he was getting me, he poured coconut oil and threw atta on me... he doesnt know I am his CHITHI😈
I MEAN CHITHI (arrogant swag), you know what I did?"
"No"😳 he shook his head innocently trying to hide his smile
Bathed in chocolate, holding her kurta like a pinch she stood describing her revenge on Shravu😆
"I used the atta as a exfoliator (smug) and then when he was asleep that Sunday night at D II, it messed up my bed, so I should have given him some points for that
In pretending to give him finger kangi, I dyed his hair pink, and drove over to Akka's at 11 that night and changed his sheets to Dora, and his backpack to Dora
Well Akka almost killed me for dyeing his hair he couldnt go to school on Monday and he almost ran away from home...🤣but I am really serious about my role. If I prank I do it well" (swag?)
She stood there speaking pages and pages breathlessly as the chocolate dried and flaked on her...
"U had a Dora backpack ready?" he muttered
"Oh! I have a prank cupboard... for Shravu... I have a million things... I take this stuff seriously onna madiri ille no knee jerk reactions dude" (smug)
"Nice" he nodded reverentially, like he was in awe of her skills
"Nee Shravu kitta sollaade da, I will kill u (dont tell Shravu) she waved a finger warningly
"Zip" he said zipping his lips in mock fear
"Shittt!! I shouldnt have told you... you are the least trustworthy" she shut her eyes cringing
And then realized she had drying chocolate all over her
"Shittt" she began to hit him, he leaned on the kitchen to balcony door jamb, one foot up and laughed openly at her
"Smug bas***d!!! Thats what u are" she shrieked
Running inside, he caught up with her slowly as she stood at the bath sink gently wiping off stains with a warm wet wash towel, he picked her up, set her in the shower and turned it on...
She hit him blindly flailing her arms as water cascaded down her face and clothes... he leaned back and watched her soak herself, assyrupy chocolate water flowed down the drain
She blew water out of her mouth pushed her hair away "I am going back home... I am telling u" she cried "AND..." she stopped
AYYYO II SHUT UP DO NOT REVEAL YOUR PLANS... SHUT UP SHUT UP
She turned away from him... scrubbing herself fully clothed
He waited outiside like a slave holding two towels
"I cant even take this from you, idula enna prachanayao... RAKSHASAN! (sobbing) (Not sure isme kya prank hai tumhara)
She walked away in huff... grabbing two more of the neatly rolled up ones from a tall shelf full of rolled up ones
"I am going to track water ALL the way to my closet AND I DONT CARE" she hissed half crying, unwrapping a giant rolled up blue one
"I am going to stain ALL your towels with chocolate, ALL your clothes with make up" "I am going to pour coffee on your i Mac key board... and soak ALL your silk ties in sambar"
"Ouch!" he pretended to care
She walked in angrily pushed out hangers out of the way and found red lounge pants and a offwhite skinny tee with sparkly heart on it
She hid behind her towel to change
Stripping out of the soaking wet clothes with great difficulty
"U have no idea how hard it is to tear clothes off your body... U probably never returned from the bus stop in rain... u pigg!!" she cursed
He walked towards her and when she was done stripping as best as she could behind a loosely held giant towel
He picked her up
"Nahi... bilkul nahi" she warned huskily
He held her like she held Lasya horizontally... and took her to bed
"Dont u dare... Sam insisted I buy that suit, it was so sheer and pretty, u ruined it...
I LOVE my clothes, I am very posessive about each and every one of them, even my bras and thongs and and... ermm... EVERYTHING (ferocious)
I can even kill if someone ruins it Ive almost murdered three press waalas because
two burnt by cholis and one a salwar, if I place you in the presswaala category I might have to murder you
Long after he had placed her on the bed over the towel she was wrapped in... lay by her staring down at her she continued to jabber
"If he burns my clothes Amma will protect him from me" "I have actually killed many dry cleaners too" she shut her eyes ashamed
He bent down and put HIMSELF out of the torture and kissed her
the fight left her body... as she parte dher lips hungrily tasting him, he tasted like ginger chai, the smug bas***d drank it as she revealed her pea brained plans about Shravu
She tasted like carrots to him, she was chweing on one watching the pigeons when he ambushed her
but still not touching him one bit her arms across her chest holding the wrapped towel tight
His hand rubbing her nude thigh warming her up...
"Onnum vendaam da" "Go" she ordered curling into his body mind and body working in cross purposes, gapsing as his hand traveled down over the orange thong
"The thong's not for you" she sulked
"Nope!" he agreed feeling the one inch strap on her waist as she buckled on him leaning over in trying to push his hand away
"3 presswaalas how many dry cleaners again?"he asked seriously
"TENNN Poruma?" she spat viciously
"One husband?" he asked gently pulling her towel apart
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