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Do Deewane..ek class mai?
Udaybir Sandhu x Awkward!CollegeFriend!FemReader (incomplete)
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 3
chapter 4
chapter 5
chapter 6
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 9
Same time, next life?
(3 shot with FWB!Udaybir sandhu and reader) (complete)
Maybe in another universe.
It'll pass.
In this universe.
Pinda x bengali reader:
Kukkad Kamal da (1)
Kukkad Kamal da (2) (smut)
Some bullshit i wrote with hamzair in mind:
hamzair
tagging stuff I write sometimes when I become shakespeare:
tagged with #projections but I will still link them here bc im a fucking idiot
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Word count: 7416
The next few days were quite monotonous. And this project y'all were doing, was fucking your brains out. And you'd much rather have someone do that. Not something.
You sure had a specific someone in mind, too.
You fought hard to keep your eyes open as Nidhi rambled on and on about Abhimanyu. From what it seemed, you were the only one not listening.
"And–and–he's so annoying! He's so chirpy all the time and it pisses me off." she aggressively shoved a book in her bag. She then, aggressively again, grabbed her bag and swung it over her shoulders. You, Disha and Kanishka shared looks of concerns as she continued.
"It's like he never stops talking. He's always nagging me about some bullshit. Uss din ek bande ke saath baat kar rahi thi aur ye aata hai, poochta hai 'ye kaun hai, jaan?' aur uske bande ko laga ki Abhi mera boyfriend hai aur wo sorry bolke bhaag gaya! Can you imagine? Such a shame, he was so cute too!" she clicked her tongue and stopped angrily as you all made your way to the boys' dorms.
"And he pops his stupid, pretty face everywhere–and–and–it's like–his big fucking arms are always distracting me because he works out so much and he's so tall and handsome and–" she paused in between as her eyes widened. She looked over at us to see the rest of us paused too, staring at her with widened eyes and opened mouths.
She wiped her hands on her kurti, looking around for a moment. Turning around, she speed walked out of the building before any of us could question her sudden like for Abhimanyu....and his big arms...?
You dragged your feet behind her on the way to the dorms. You could've sworn you sighed a breath of relief when you finally reached.
Disha grabbed the handle, opening the door and walking in casually.
In the time you guys were friends, you had quickly realised that the concept of privacy wasn't a thing between Disha and Kabir. It was also funny how often you wished for a relationship like theirs. Especially with all the mushy talks and sneaky kisses they shared.
You were greeted with the nothing-short-of-eye-candy sight of the wide expanse of Udaybir's back to you, stirring something in a kadhai.
Hearing you walk in, he looked behind and passed you an easy smile which you gladly returned.
Kabir came up to Disha, taking her bag from her hands and kissed her cheek as you and Kanishka gagged.
You kept you bag on the sofa as your eyes travelled to Abhi and Nidhi who seemed to be having a heated conversation.
"Tujhe sahi mai woh pasand hai?" he asked. If you were being honest, you hadn't really seen him this serious before.
"Haan. Hai. Bol kya ukhaadlega?"
"Uske baal. Taaki tujhe woh pasand na aaye."
Nidhi looked taken back at that. She also looked very impressed. You almost held yourself back from telling her to stop thinking with her ovaries at that point.
You smiled to yourself, going over to the kitchen to help him with the cooking.
"Hey. What's cooking?" good looking?
He banged the metal spatula on the kadhai, scraping off whatever was left on it.
"Hey." he smiled. "Just some chilli paneer."
You gasped. "You know how to cook that?"
"Damn right, I do." he said proudly.
"Need any help?"
"Nope. Go sit down. We have the drinks already, I'll bring the food over there."
"I'll help. There's too much to carry."
"No, hey–"
You ignored him as you grabbed the two plates of chicken wings and momos and brought them over to the table.
While he prepared some drinks on the rocks, you dropped the paneer onto what amounted up to 3 plates and brought that over too.
The party, if you could even call it that, began with soft music. For a moment, it was just Kishore Kumar and Arijit Singh. Or Shreya Ghoshal and Lata Mangeshkar. And you all shared you life stories like you were 50 year olds reuniting after years.
This slowly dragged onto Badshaah. And then item songs.
In the middle of it, Udaybir leaned into you and whispered, "By the way, maine suna hai ki event organisers aur volunteers ki zaroorat hai independance day waale function mai."
You looked up at him and nodded.
"Mere saath volunteering karogi?"
It was a simple sentence. A friendly one at best. But it still made your heart skip a beat.
"Sure." you smiled. You didn't know what else to say, considering how your heart was beating a little faster.
He smiled back while turning back to the chaos infront of your guys. You didn't though. You kept your eyes stuck on the side of his face for a minute.
You finally looked away when Karan suddenly started screaming the lyrics to Sheila Ki Jawaani very loudly and very off key.
_______________
You stared at the volunteering ID card beside you with the ugly ass photo on it. To say that you were shocked at how bad the pictures turned out was an understatement.
Udaybir scoffed as he looked at his. You glanced at it and realised that you never wanted to hit someone so badly before.
He would be straight up lying if he said he looked bad.
"Yours still looks cute. I just look compressed."
"I think I might genuinely hit you right now."
"What?! Look at it!"
"Yeah, I'm looking! Kuch bura nahi hai isme. Aisi photo meri kabhi aajaye toh mai duniya ke chaar chakkar lagake aau." you grumbled.
Udaybir chuckled as he went back to making the mandela pattern on the borders of your project. You tried not to watch his fingers straining on the grip of the pen and continued doing your work.
"Waise, tumhaare paas koi blue, green, orange ya white kurti hai?"
"Hain? Kisliye?"
He raised his eyebrows. "Volunteering ke liye?"
"Mujhe toh laga volunteering mai sab black pehente hai."
"Iss baar toh bola hai tirange ka color pehenna hai."
"Acha. Koi nahi, hai mere paas."
"Waise–um–match karle kya?"
"Hain? Kyu?"
"Woh–" he hesitated. "Volunteers ko match karke pehenna hai isliye."
"Accha. Theek hai, toh fir ham dusro se baat karke decide karlenge kya pehenenge."
"Nahi!" you looked at him in confusion. "Mera matlab–nahi, koi zaroorat nahi hai. Woh–bola tha ki same department waale hi match karenge. Har department se do log hai na? Bas unhe match karna hai." you tried to recall whether the teacher had said anything like that, but you must've forgotten with that pea brain of yours.
"Aur waise bhi, mere paas sirf blue kurta hai. Toh tum bhi blue hi pehen lena." he smiled nervously.
You nodded, convinced you had zoned out when the teacher was talking about the arrangements and everything.
_______________
The day for the function finally came. You had dressed yourself up in a beautiful dark blue kurti and a white loose palazzo. You paired that up with cream colored sandals. There wasn't much commotion with makeup since you weren't doing anything too fancy, so you put only a little bit. You decided to put the chunni over your chest. If it did bother you later, you could drape it behind your neck.
You walked down to your ground area where there was going to be a little function which would comprise of dances and songs that you had heard since you were 10.
Memories were also hitting you very hard and fast. You quickly realised that nostalgia was nothing short of bitter.
You were flying around getting your work done for about 20 mins, when your name was called behind you.
You looked behind you to see a sight that put the sun to shame. Your previously scrunched eyes to protect your eyes from the glare of the sun were almost wide open.
Udaybir was walking upto you in all his glory in a navy blue kurta that somehow marched your kurti in the exact same shade. It all went down to the bottoms too, that also matched yours. The only thing that was even remotely different was maybe the pattern.
He also adorned a dupatta wrapped around his neck scarf style.
He reached you as he stared at you for a moment. You realised you looked a little different from the tired girl in class with the tied hair and eyebags. No one was used to seeing each other in fancy clothes.
You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you looked down at his shoes. You didn't notice how his eyes travelled from your bangles to over your curves and your feet.
"Sundar lag rahi ho." he blurted. You snapped your eyes back to his, not knowing if the compliment was meant for you.
It clearly was, since he looked almost red and was staring you right in your eyes.
"Tum bhi." you shyly muttered.
You two stared at each other for a pause. Then suddenly, as if your conscience came back, you cleared your throat and took a step back to let the tension pass a bit.
He did exactly the same.
Just then, a loud voice announced on the speakers for the volunteers to gather at a point.
As you both walked over there, you noticed that more than half of the volunteers from the other departments weren't matching.
You were confused as you brought this up to Udaybir, who brushed it off by saying that they must've not listened either, and would get scolded by the dean.
Which was even more confusing, considering most of the people who volunteered were also couples. Who volunteered to only to spend some time together.
And the entire day was passing without you noticing anyone getting scolded.
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Pro dating tip: never answer any question/ say yes to something you're asked after 10pm because you're more susceptible to doing what they want you to do
Foreign man pretending to be a local by chatting up the cabbie about the shortest most efficient routes to take to the Heathrow airport, to avoid gnarly traffic during the rush hour.
He was convinced the cabbie didn't suspect a damn thing.
(Also why do I feel that Uzair be the type to talk to cabbies when he goes abroad, in his broken English, because he is fascinated by scoping out the roads and routes, an ingrained habit . He also itches to drive himself on the buttery smooth roads unlike back home)
Feeling tickled at the fact that his normal talking voice is fucking deep. Where did that baritone suddenly come from?!😵💫
Bro's got majestic thick curly hair. Loreal , come and get him that Redken endorsement!
Throwing in a photo too from that day because he looks pretty.
I really like his shirt. 💙
Also, bro needs a new belt. Damn son it fraying and falling apart, let that shit go, bruh. 😩
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A/N: two chapters in one day it's like I'm basically god. waise i think I'm gonna write a little one shot for him as well. abhi likh lu toh aajayega warna kal dekhti hu.
Word count: 7461
Udaybir suddenly stood up and announced that he was going to the bathroom. You told him the directions and he walked out looking flushed.
Your eyes fell on the little totebag he brought with project essentials inside. You thought, this is my chance.
You shot up and grabbed the little baggy full of the things you got for him, and slipped a small Post-It inside that said 'for you ;)’ and a doodled bouquet of 3 little flowers on it. You then slipped the baggie inside the totebag and sat back on the floor like nothing happened.
Udaybir came back and sat right beside you. You noticed how his face was a little wet, and so was the blue dress shirt he sported.
Slowly, the rest of the group started trickling in and you thought about the message you'd have to clean up.
Another 3 hours, movie, two whole 10 inch pizzas and 2 bottles of coke later everyone finally decided that it was time to go. You'd meet the next day at school anyway.
"Your phone, Uday..bir. Sorry." you found yourself forgetting to speak after Uday very often. Wasn't really a great habit for someone who wasn't close enough to him to call him Uday. He smiled at you and grabbed his phone, making his way out the door.
"Good night, guys."
A chorus of 'good night' came from outside your door. You stared at the disappearing frame of Udaybir as he made his way to the lift. He looked back at you and waved and you returned the gesture, leaning your head on your door frame. None of you took your eyes off of each other as the doors of the lift slid closer and closer and finally shut with a ding.
You hoped he would like the things you gave him. The black drawing pad wasn't the cheapest thing.
After about 15 minutes of so, your phone lit up.
Udaybir
Ye sab kya hai?
You suddenly got nervous. He sounded mad. Was he mad? Fuck, maybe this wasn't a good idea. You weren't even that close.
Udaybir
U didn't need to do this
You
im just trying to be good to my friends :) i wouldn't want any of my friends to suffer
Udaybir
This is a lot of stuff
I can't accept this
Total kitna hua?
You
wo mai kyu batau?
Udaybir
Nahi bataogi toh mai khud jaan jaunga
You
bigaadlo jo bigaadna hai ;)
i ate the bill
it's gone
reduced to ashes
Udaybir
Well, nothing a little bathroom trip and tape can't solve
You
EUGGHHH
Udaybir
No seriously. I feel terrible. Tell me the amount, please.
You
ji nahi. aapke liye hai ye sab. i don't want anything in return
Udaybir
I actually cannot believe this
Mujhe hamesha se ye black waali drawing pad chahiye thi par laga tha bura investment hoga
And ye white pen? That too one of best companies?
Im seriously indebted to you
I can finally make those pretty white on black drawings i keep seeing
You really didn't have to do this
You
dont worry about it. I've been seeing how often your notes have pencil spots on them
heard you complain too
Udaybir
i have to be cautious in complaining around you now? 😛
You
u do. i feel guilty in spending money on myself. but when it comes to my friends, I have absolutely no problem spending money.
Udaybir
Kash jaane se pehle ye packet dekh li hoti
I would've given you the biggest hug ever
Thank you so much for the blending stump, the mechanical eraser and the pencils.
Literally everything.
I was already having a great night and seeing this genuinely teared me up
You
aww don't worry about it dude
i love and care for all my friends
Udaybir
i would've given you the biggest hug ever
that's so sweet 💕 bring it in anytime
Udaybir
I want to do something in return. Please tell me something. Anything.
You
nope. no can do. absolutely do not give me anything.
Udaybir
You sure?
You
a 100%
Udaybir
If you say so...
Good night then
See you tomorrow
You
good night :)
You put your phone down and giggled thinking about the chats, and it pinged again.
Udaybir
Waise if Udaybir is too much of a mouthful for you, you can call me Uday ;)
You
okay uday :)
good night again
Udaybir
Good night
You kept your phone down and squealed, flapping your hands awkwardly and letting out inhumane noises. You changed his contact name to 'Uday:)'
You fell into sort of a routine with him. He would come at eight, leave by 10 or 11. Today wasn't any different. He arrived at his usual 8 sporting a gorgeous white shirt that stretched over his broad shoulders and cream colored dress pants. Who the hell gave him his fashion advice? Had to be woman, right? Come on, he definitely had a girlfriend.
He looked a little nervous today. He kept fidgeting and dropping things constantly and stuttering over and over again. What the hell was going on? You wondered.
"Finally, we're done with the summaries. Ab toh main event baaki hai bas."
"Haan. Lekin woh zyada samay nahi lagna chahiye, I hope. We've already segregated almost all of the information for the main part."
"Borders mai tum kuch sundar sa design bana doge?"
"Bilkul dunga. Since you asked so sweetly." he winked. You giggled and looked away.
"A mandala pattern on a project based a hell lot on history will be good."
"Hmm. Done. You wanna pick out a specific one or do I have a little liberty?"
"Oh, no. You can pick what you want to do. No censorship of art around here."
You watched as he laughed nervously and went back to fidgeting with a pen. The fidgeting wasn't what was weird. What was weirder, is that he was sweating absolute buckets. Was he hot? Well, of course he is. You meant like, was he feeling hot?
"Garmi lag rahi hai kya? AC chala du?" you offered, concerned.
"Nahi, bas..mai chalta hu, der ho rahi hai bohot. Mai bas bathroom se aaya." he stood up.
"Yeah, no problem."
When he came back, he looked a lot calmer. Not too sweaty, not too fidgety. Did he jerk off in the bathroom or something? Can men even jerk off within a minute?
He smiled at you and grabbed his bag. You stood up and followed him to the door.
"Um." he swallowed. "Good night. I'll see you tomorrow." he tried to smile.
"Good night." you nodded as you closed the door behind you. You wondered what the hell was wrong with him and you walked into your room to change your clothes and noticed a little red bag. That wasn't there before?
You approached it as if it could be a bomb. Stealthily. Quietly. You picked up the bag and looked inside.
The bag contained two large bars of kitkat, a small note and....a gorgeous white on black mandela pattern.
You put down the two chocolate bars and the note that said 'for you<3" and pulled out the drawing.
It was a very detailed piece. The half circle on the upper right corner extended onto longer half circles that looked more like petals of daisies. Those were attached to boldened triangles, in which every other one had a small design, with a filled-in line. The same daisy petal like pattern repeated for a bit and then attached to thickened petals that coul easily be mistaken for jewels if looked at from a little far—because of how eye-catching the white looked on the black. In between the petals were intricate dome-like figures. The domes and another designed line of petals were seperated by a thick line of dots. The petals had hanging pearl like structures attached to their points.
The hanging pearl chains made the entire drawing look like a jhumka. A gorgeous jhumka that had patterns you had never seen before. The kind you'd find maybe in Rajasthan or Punjab—being sold for not more than 60rs. You'd have one look at them from far away and immediately fall in love. Love them for ages coming and maybe pass it down to your daughter like a family heirloom.
It was safe to say that you were mesmerized. You immediately rushed over to your fridge and pinned the masterpiece on with a magnet. You bit your lip and smiled at it, taking out your phone and opening Udaybir's contact.
You
UDAY WHAT TEH HELLC ID FHIS???
Uday
Abc def ghi 💔
You
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS*
Uday
Do you not like it?
You
I love it so much i think I need you to design a kurti for me
Uday
😂😂 anything for you
You sent a picture.
Uday
Woah
Im worthy enough to go on your fridge?
You
i just told you to design kurtis
man what the hell are you doing in finance??
we could be having a fashion designer with the prettiest kurti designs
Uday
Haha nono it's just a hobby
You
waise tumhe mera favorite chocolate kaha se pata chala?
Uday
Secret hai
You
batao na
Uday
Kyu batau?
You
mai warna khud pata karlungi
Uday
"bigaadlo jo bigaadna hai" feel familiar?
You
oh stop
you dare use my own spells against me
Uday
HAHAHAH
Im glad you like the drawing
It was possible only because of you
Without your gifts, you wouldn't have that on your fridge
You
im taking the credit then
how long did this take you?
Uday
You
im taking all the credit then
For sure. It's only there because of you
Took me about 3 hours
You
dude you shouldn't have
buying that stuff for you wasn't even half the time
Uday
If you even try to get it back I'm going to lure the stray outside your house inside and make it shit on your gorgeous carpet
You
HELLO???? INSANE THING TO SAY????
OH MY GOD YOU VIOLENT LITTLE GUYYYYYYY
Uday
Lol
I'll go sleep now
Good night :)
You
Night :)
You smiled to yourself and turned off your phone, numerous fake scenarios absolutely flooding your mind in one go.
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✨💋 Hiii my Tumblr girlies, my emotionally exhausted queens, my fellow victims of academic warfare and unnecessary male audacity. Hope y'all are surviving school, caffeine deprivation, and whatever fresh nonsense the universe has decided to throw at us this week 😭✋
Y'all remember that guy Vihaan, the one from my storytime post (which is now deleted)? Sooo apparently God looked at my exam pressure, my chaotic school schedule, my dwindling sanity, and said, "Hmm... not enough." 🤡
Because guess who I got paired with for a group presentation? HIM. 😭The group consists of me, him, his best friend Hriday, and two other classmates. Cute. Adorable. Fantastic. Absolutely not a disaster waiting to happen.
Now, if y'all remember, I rejected Vihaan because I only ever saw him as a friend. That's it. End of story. Finito. The curtains closed. The movie ended.
But apparently some people are still watching the deleted scenes. 💀
We were meeting at one of our classmates' houses to work on the presentation, and at one point Hriday literally corners me on the staircase when we're alone and starts asking why I "cheated" on his friend.
EXCUSE ME???Sir, I cannot cheat on someone I never dated. 😭Then this man proceeds to call me every name in the book. Slut. Whore. Attention seeker. Cheap girl. The entire vocabulary pack. Like he was trying to complete a side quest or something.
And I'm just standing there like..."Bestie, I straight-up rejected your friend."
I won't deny that Vihaan was a really good friend of mine at one point. But boyfriend? Please be serious for a second. 😭
The math is not mathing.
The timeline is not timelining.
The allegations are not allegationing.
So now I'm sitting here wondering how much nonsense Vihaan has been spreading behind my back for his best friend to confidently walk up to me with a completely fictional Netflix original in his head.
Like how dare you spread crap about me and then act like I'm the villain in a relationship that never even existed? 😭✋
Anyways, tomorrow I am VERY seriously considering confronting him because what we're NOT going to do is casually assassinate my character and expect me to smile through it.
So yeah.
That's today's episode of "Why Is My Life A Wattpad Draft Written By Someone With WiFi Issues?"Storytime? Rant post? Public service announcement? You decide. 💀
❓Question for my girlies: While I work on my series (which is taking approximately 84 business years to finish 😭), do y'all want more storytimes/rant posts from my daily life?Because apparently the universe keeps generating content faster than I can write fiction. 🫠💋
