MANWA LAAGE 🎀 (1/?)
pairing - JASSI X Y/N
ONESHOT SERIES
Part -1/?
AN : i have never written for Jassi and am very accustomed to writing hamza in gunaah, and frankly i don’t like this, i had a fic idea w grumpy jassi x jasleen’s bestf y/n but that idea had been repeatedly used so i decided against it, oh well, also this is just a bunch of cute tropes i wanted to explore w jassi, not really a dhruandhar-plot related story, in the sense no direction as such. maybe i won’t write further for this story. also pls excuse the punjabi it’s google translated.
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Jassi was bored of army parties with ever fibre of his being.
Every year it was the same damn thing.
Same glowing lush green lawns decorated with those stringed yellow fairy lights.
Same officers dressed tip top, discussing borders, transfers, and sizzling politics over drinks while their wives compared children like some sick competition.
And every single year, his mother forced him to attend.
“Jassi!” her voice echoed through the hallway upstairs.
“Hor kinne time launa ae?”
“Bas aa reha.”
Jassi grumbled, buttoned the top of his white shirt before glancing one final time in the mirror.
White formal shirt, black trousers and a tie too straight. His hair was combed back properly, neat and styled for the formality of the event.
At nineteen, Jaskirat Singh Rangi already managed to look older than most boys his age. He was tall enough to tower over most people. Broad shoulders from months of physical training, lean yet muscular enough.
His sharp jaw carried mild irritation that night, expression mostly unreadable like it was his signature trait.
And his eyes, a breathtaking viridescent, magnetic enough to draw in, not just girls, but even aunties.
But Jassi rarely cared, because for him, focus and attention was always fixated on one thing, the army.
His father, Major Arjun Singh, was partially to blame for Jassi’s intense passion to serve for his country.
Since childhood, he had practically been raised on stories of discipline, courage and sacrifice.
The whole family’s life practically revolved around army culture.
And Jassi worshipped every bit of it quietly. Because one day, he wanted to wear the uniform too and not attend these yearly parties just as someone’s son, but as a fauji himself.
“VEERJI!”
The excited squeak rushed into his ears as his younger sister, Jasleen barged into his room dramatically.
“Mummy keh rahi ae agar ajj vi tussi muh bana ke khade rahe na toh-”
“Tu knock nahi kar sakdi?” He muttered in response, as he buttoned the cuffs of his crisp, neat, well ironed shirt.
Harleen appeared behind Jasleen, peeking over her shoulder, already trying not to laugh at her younger brother.
“Oho.”
“Kya?”
“Ajj sade veerji bade sohne lag rahe ne.”
Jassi rolled his eyes immediately, a faint flush rising to his cheeks, one he would never admit.
“Bakwas band karo.”
Jasleen gasped dramatically.
“Haye rabba sharma vi gaye!”
When he was done fixing his attire, he grabbed both sisters by the heads while walking downstairs.
“OYE!”
“MUMMY DEKHO!”
Their mother let out a huff of irritation, as she came forward smacked his arm away.
“Behna nu tang karna band kar.”
He begrudgingly let them go, not before pinching Jasleens cheek between his fingers, further eliciting an annoyed whine from her, he let out a small huff of laughter at her reponse.
Only family ever saw the slight softness that he sometimes exhibited.
Outside the little bungalow, stood Major Arjun Singh, arms crossed, only the light of the lamp post illuminating him, as he stood beside the jeep in his best piece of formal clothing.
Even now, the sight straightened Jassi unconsciously.
A faint smile tugged at his father’s mouth as he noticed the underlying trace of respect and admiration on his son’s face.
“Cadet saab ready ae?”
The drive toward the venue passed in that familiar noise that Jassi had grown used to. Jasleen teasing Harleen for applying too much blush for her “boyfriend”, resulting in the younger receiving a firm smack on the head.
Their mother half asleep in the driver seat, the exhausted soul who did far too much work for her own good, yet she always managed to look strangely peaceful.
His father casually humming along to the radio playing faintly in the background, not a man of much words.
And then there was Jassi, sitting quietly near the window adjusting the watch around his wrist absentmindedly.
The moment they entered the familiar lawns, the atmosphere swallowed them whole.
Warm lights glowed beautifully across, the spring air carried a light breeze, trimmed grass crunched beneath his feet as he glanced around, watching waiters carry trays of snacks, through the crowd.
Children who managed to escape the iron grip of their mothers ran near the fountains, finding a game in every object at the venue.
Light Bollywood music drifted softly through the cool evening air.
Officers greeted his father respectfully, almost immediately upon their arrival.
Jassi noticed every salute, every little expression of admiration.
One day, he would be on the same track as his father, and that thought resided permanently inside him now.
Naturally, his father disappeared along with other fellow faujis within minutes.
His mother too vanished with the aunties soon after, as the gushed over the latest gossip.
And, both sisters abandoned him too the second their eyes fell on the “chaat corner”.
“Veerji bore ho ke ghar mat chale jana!” Jasleen warned dramatically while leaving.
Jassi waved her away dismissively.
Despite what she said, he actually could resonate with the words, because he immediately regretted coming.
He shoved both hands into his pockets and moved toward the quieter side of the lawn.
“OYE JASSI!” came out that familiar voice Jassi had come to grown accustomed to hear at every army event over the years.
Rahul. A tall Himachali fellow, just a tad bit older than Jassi, with messy brown hair and an easy smile that made it impossible to stay mad at him.
Their families had known each other for years because Rahul’s father had served alongside Jassi’s on multiple occasions in the past.
Rahul immediately greeted Jassi before his eyes shifted across the lawn, towards his motivation for attending the event, landing straight on Harleen.
“Fir muh bana ke khada ae?” Rahul muttered, in an attempt to sound friendly and teasing, even though his eyes kept flickering back to Harleen who was too busy stuffing her mouth with her seventh golgappa.
Jassi knew the romantic affiliations between the two, he was extremely protective of his sisters but knew the guy since he was young, in simpler words, he trusted him enough.
Jassi muttered under his breath, a smirk touching his lips, as he shoved his hands in his pocket, voice low in an attempt of getting back at him.
“ vekh leya ohne Harleen nu.”
Rahul glared at Jassi once, shaking his head faintly, his cheeks flushing red, in the haste to change the conversation he quickly nodded before lowering his voice slightly.
“Meri maasi di family vi aayi ae Himachal ton.”
“Haan te?” Jassi mumbled, almost confused, as to why Rahul was telling him this out of all things.
“Naal meri cousin vi aayi ae.”
Oh, so that was it.
Jassi looked unimpressed.
“Main ki kara?”
That made Rahul burst out laughing immediately, like he could not believe just how uptight and oblivious his friend was.
“Eh banda kabhi nahi sudhrega.”
He recovered from his fit of laughter, grabbing two glasses of soda from a passing by waiters tray, for him and Jassi as he began again.
“Pathankot shift hoi ae college ke liye. Woh bhi akele, kisi ko jaanti vi nahi.”
Frankly speaking, Jassi barely listened, he could not care less about whoever this girl was whom his friend was trying to set him up with-
SPLASH.
Someone collided straight into his chest, his drink spilled over, falling onto the white of his shirt, the fabric dampening, sticking to his undershirt.
He winced at the sudden stickiness, ready to call out whoever this idiot was-
“Shit! I’m so sorry!”
Before he could even argue, the soft voice hit him first.
Definitely not a Punjabi lilt, most certainly not from around here.
Jassi looked down automatically, and forgot every annoyed thought, every practiced curse died on the tip of his tongue.
Because for a fleeting moment, the usually composed Jassi who did not care much for female attention, had his brain genuinely stop working.
She looked horrified, like she had committed the gravest sin.
But beautiful.
Breathtakingly so, as a soft pink saree was wrapped around her delicately, the iridescent fabric shimmering faintly beneath the yellow lights.
Her hair was braided loosely over one shoulder, tiny strands escaping around her face because of the evening wind, framing her face, the little black bindi enhancing her features.
His gaze fell on the small silver jhumkas that brushed softly against her neck as she stabilised herself.
And her angelic doey eyes, were huge.
Wide eyed, pretty, and panicked.
“Mein dhyan nahin diya,” she blurted quickly, embarrassment evident in her tone as she spoke.
“I’m really really sorry.”
The shared space between them felt almost electric, as Jassi forgot to respond for a second, because now he could notice the little things.
The faint smell of the jasmine of her perfume, those pink lips slightly parted in panic, big eyes fixed entirely on him now.
She wasn’t short, but he was still tall enough that she had to look up through her lashes at him.
And then, she became aware of the fact, that he was staring too, which somehow made her more flustered than she already was.
“Haye ram aapki shirt- ” she mumbled at the sight of the now wet fabric, she poorly concealed a surpised noise that escaped her throat as she saw the damp fabric clinging to his abdomen muscles.
“Koi gal ni, theek ae.” he simply replied, too quick, too soft despite himself. His jaw tightened slightly at the unusual softness in his own tone.
“Y/N!”
Rahul’s voice cut through the growing tension, as he called from behind her.
She turned instantly at her brothers voice, even Jassi finally blinked.
And Rahul froze seeing the situation, both their embarrassed faces, standing more close than necessary in front of each other, and immediately started laughing.
“OHO TERI TAAN.”
“Rahul!” she hissed instantly, almost a whine in her tone. “Maine jaan bujh ke nahi kiya!”
Rahul walked over grinning shamelessly, like he was enjoying it way too much,
although she only managed to glare at him, crossing her arms over her chest with a quiet huff.
Jassi looked between them slowly as the realisation slowly dawned on him.
“Haan oye,” Rahul spoke as he laughed. “Eh meri maasi di kudi ae.”
Jassi’s eyes shifted back towards her automatically.
Y/N.
Her name settled strangely somewhere deep inside his chest.
“Abhi shift hui hai..,” Rahul continued casually. “English honours. Pathankot wale college ch admission hoya ae.”
At that exact moment, Jasleen who had not been able to miss a chance of overhearing any interesting talk that involved her brother, suddenly appeared beside them.
“KAUNSA COLLEGE?”
Y/N answered softly, absentmindedly pushing her hair back, fiddling with his fingers, needing something to occupy her selves right, to bring some sort of comfort to her racing mind.
And as the news dawned on Jasleen, she gasped dramatically.
“OYE MERA VI OHI AE!”
And that made her crack a small smile, within a span of seconds, both the girls started talking, laughing and getting along already like they knew each other since their past life.
And Jassi stood there quietly beside them, hands still in pockets, eyed fixed on her more than they should’ve been.
She laughed with her whole face, that was the first thing he noticed about her, the way her eyes would crinkle, nose would scrunch as she laughed at another one of Jasleen’s stupid jokes.
The second?
Was that it wasn’t just one sided, she kept glancing back at him too.
Quick little looks, stolen glances, when she thought he wouldn’t notice.
But he wasJaskirat, he noticed every little one.
At one point their eyes met directly as Jasleen argued with the waiter for only putting two pakodas on her plate.
And at that given moment, instead of looking away immediately, she smiled.
A small, shy, almost hesitant smile, that made Jassi look away first.
Which made Rahul nearly choke on his own laughter, beside him.
“OHO.”
“Chup kar.”
But unfortunately, his friends knew him too well already. Because Jaskirat Singh Rangi was never the type of man looked at girls twice, like ever.
And despite his usually emotionally constipated, unfazed facade, right now?
Right now, even as she stepped away, went out of his sight when someone would pass by, his eyes were already searching for that shimmery pink every few seconds.
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