#abhira

Abhimanyu:  I’ve been dropping her the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response. Uttaraa: Wow. She sounds stupid. Abhimanyu: But she's not. She's really smart actually. Just dense. Uttaraa: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!” Abhimanyu: I guess you’re right. Hey Uttaraa, I love you. Uttaraa: See! Just say that! Abhimanyu: Holy fucking shit. Uttaraa: If that flies over her head then, sorry Abhimanyu, but she's too dumb for you. Abhimanyu: Uttaraa.

Abhimanyu: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized. Uttaraa: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to her knees and sob while apologizing profusely* Abhimanyu: That one. I want that one.

Abhimanyu: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time? Uttaraa: AS ENEMIES?! Abhimanyu:

Abhimanyu: Can you cut me some slack, Uttaraa? I’m sort of in love. Uttaraa: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem. Abhimanyu: I’m in love with you. Uttaraa, blushing: Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.