Carryminati, wily frenzy story stories.
I have a dream to meet Carry and Wily in very different (fucked up, funny) situations...
maybe we will never meet, maybe we will never do all the shit I am going to write, but.....
deep in my heart all I want...
21 years old. Spoiled. Break up every month. Rules are not her thing. Drinker, party animal, Hate her social life, but misuse her social status far too often to care.
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ᴛᴏ ᴀᴏᴏ ʏʀʀ sʜᴜʀᴜ ᴋᴀʀᴛᴇ ʜᴀɪ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴄʜᴏᴅɪ.
Ajey's POV.
I entered in Yash's studio.
"Yash!"
He turned around, his phone in his hand.
"Chila kyu raha hai, yahe betha hu" He said with a raised eyebrow, clearly asking what the fuck I want.
"Bahi wo-
Before I can even speak properly, he dragged me out of the studio, his hand on my shoulder.
"Tujhe hazar bar bola hai mere studio main jute nahi" He said glaring at me, I looked down at my sneakers, shit yeh to Yash ke hai, abb yeh mujhe or marega.
"Inta tayar hokar, is time pai kaha ja raha hai? Ek minute yeh mere sneakers nahi hai? Abbhi 2 din hue hai kahrede ko, or ek bar bhi nahi pahene hai bosdike"
He said with a deadly glare.
"Bahi bas ek bar pahenlu, fir le lena" I said.
"Tu khud dhoke dena teri socks ki smell ati hai bc" He said, gajab bizzati hai.
"Sun na bahi yeh sab chod main bat kare please" I asked.
"Bol bosdike" He said, can he just stop being sarcastic?
"Bahi tayar ho ja party main jana hai" I said coming straight to the point.
"Or main kyu teri bat manu? Dekh main vella nahi betha khud ja" He said walking back to his studio, I held his hand.
"Bahi please na, meri bestfriend ki party hai, and her DJ canceled, moreover aaj driver bhi chuti par hai" I said with a puppy face.
