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I'm fast. I'm very fast.

[She is currently behind Earl’s stall at the farmer’s market, where he’s selling his produce and flowers. The slanting rays of the afternoon light, permeate through the thin petals of the dahlias, making the pointed edges seem luminous. It was unusually busy, the marketplace, almost all of Earl’s produce were sold out. Her eyes were fixed on the task at hand - wrapping a sheet of newspaper around a bouquet of aster and dahlias.] Please I LOVE the way you describe things!!

[longing for him to glance her way but he was busy] awh :(

[The crisp autumn air does not make her quiver, like it used to. She’s still getting used to layering for the cold, but she thought she did a great job with her outfit.] I literally spent the last two summers in my summer clothes and one jacket but this winter I've been layered up since the midst of November... and every one's surprised, including me

[But Harry had stepped out with a surly look in his eyes, doing nothing but giving her a curt nod and he’d remained like that till now.] Someone's being rude this time I see

[Hoping to lighten his mood Layla jabbered about what happened in golf and the nosey question a student asked about the two of them; she received nothing but apathetic nods and muted hums.] Oh no he did not.

[That’s how it started then it snowballed into completely pretending like she doesn’t exist until now. He didn’t meet her eyes and went out of his way to put space between the two of them. Gone was the warm touchy, kissy boyfriend and in his place stood this lanky frigid boy - who looked like he didn’t want anything to do with her. It was someone pressed a button that bought a sledgehammer that shattered Harry’s lavender haze.] Oh my god I can't stand them separated from each other already.

[Maybe he realised loving you way too much of a burden, she shakes her head, trying to dispel her thoughts] OH HELL NO SHE DID NOT GURL I'M JUMPING THROUGH THE LAPTOP SCREEN

[It doesn't go unnoticed that Harry immediately steps away from her when she brushes past the two, making her frown. Since when does he pass up the opportunity?] Ah tell me what happened already so that I can fix these two folks' brains!

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[Layla had managed to make quite a spread. A creole potato salad, sweet chilli halloumi with cashew slaw, and Ribollita.] das my talented gal.

[she’s slipping on some mitts to take out the pan] some writers use ANY OTHER word than mit's and that confuses the hell out of me always.

[She notices Harry’s wallet peeking out from his tote - abandoned on the kitchen island - as she sets the hot utensil down. Maybe if I put the tickets in there? Maybe the surprise would make him perk up and stop being surly, she ponders.] First of all, do no tell me she's going to do exactly that and Harry will catch her in the midst of it all and taunt her of robbery cause I will snatch all the hair off this guy's scalp if that happens. And second, do not tell me those are the tickets to where I think they are.

[She takes it as an opportunity to quickly pull out the black Gucci wallet and flip it open.] I'm on my toes.

[The image in his photo pocket makes her want to run over and tackle him in a giant hug. He’d put a picture of her in his wallet. He went out of his way to print a wallet sized picture and slotted it in there. Important enough for his wallet, it makes her smile.] AWWH

[It was the picture he took on the day of Abi’s flower braiding ceremony - the two of them on her bed smiling into the kiss, dimples on display, her hands cupped around his face, lips pouring affection into each other.] I REMEMBER I REMEMBER

[making her swiftly dig into the pocket of her black faux leather jacket, slot the two fall carnival tickets she bought at the market behind his dollar bills and discretely slip it inside the tote.] NOT THE FALL CARNIVAL TICKETS I WANNA GO TOO

[The corners of her mouth droops when he barely looks at her, staring pointedly at the glass as he pours in the pineapple watermelon big boy soda Earl has stocked up.] This bitch ain't gonna get away with this behaviour.

[Despite not being acknowledged, she continues, “I remember you telling me about your final night in Tuscany where you, Mitch, and Sarah were so drunk and how you all stumbled into this dodgy looking place run by an elderly couple at midnight. And how that ribollita was the best you’ve ever had.” He even told her that if he ever got a chance to take her anywhere in the world, he’d fly her out to Anghiari and trudge up the steps of the town, wine drunk with interlinked hands under the starry Italian skies. “I found this recipe on YouTube by some nonna. Took a while to make it; hope it tastes -” “Whatever,” he says quietly, shrugging his shoulders, walking over to the dining room with the glass of green liquid on one hand and the squash on the other with the dish towel. “Prick,” she mutters, shooting daggers on his back.] THIS BOY DID NOT. HE DID NOT JUST DO THAT. I SWEAR I'M ON MY WAY TO PUNCH HIM IN THE DAMN THROAT.

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[“Everyone has headaches,” he says, popping an ibuprofen in his mouth. “Not everyone had a stent placed on their heart three years ago. You’re feeling faint often, yeah?”] Oh no. OH NO NO NO.

[She pries the tab open to find red coloured rectangular papers inside, she shuffles them out and five ticket stubs fall out. There’s a picture of Mickey and right underneath it it says ‘THE HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH.’ The other end of the tick stub is perforated, and it says ‘ADMIT ONE.’ “No fucking way!” She squeals. “You got tickets to Disney World!”] WE LOVE EARL IN HERE

[“Hush,” Earl shuts Layla down. “You and Harry have worked in my shop and helped me with so many orders. Think of this as your wage.”] awwwh

[“ Why aren’t you coming with us, Earl?” Vasanth asks. “I’ve been there multiple times with my grandkids. Plus, I’m heading to Florida in the new year to stay with my son for a few weeks.”] Why do I feel like he'll be in his grave when they come back... maybe I've read too many stories.

[Harry made this on Photoshop. He even got it printed, so you all can have a tactile reminder.” “Thank you,” Layla smiles at Hary who’s scooping up the Ribollita. He doesn’t say anything, but gives her a tightlipped smile in return as she spoons some salad on her plate.] what happenedddddd tell meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

[He quickly walks away from where he was in conversation with Earl to his niece, who he believes Shiva put on his Earth to turn every hair on his head grey.] lmaoooooo

[she spent over an hour trying to meticulously follow his wife’s recipes hoping the elimination of thick cut bacon won’t affect the taste as much.] please I'm either awing, or shouting my head off.

[“உன்னை அடிக்க வைக்காதே(don’t make me whack you), Layla. I’m being deadly serious. You could end up in trouble with the cops.” “Hey! I’m not that bad of a driver.”] okay this was funny.

[“Calm down, சித்தப்பா! Look,” she shuffles through her tote and whips out her licence from her wallet. He examines it closely. “When did you-” “தாத்தா ஒரு நாள் என்னை அழைத்துச் சென்றார் (Grandad, took me one day).” She winks.”You’re crazy to think I would do anything that would jeopardise my shot at a PhD.”] SLAYYY

[“Because,” she blushes, knowing Anne’s right there. “I don’t get to spend much time with you,” she says quietly. “Aunty works remote on certain days but you always go out the door at nine and get back home after six. Then you have things around the house to take care of and I know this is really selfish of me to say this but I don’t know how to share you with someone as needy as me.” “Are you talking about the -” She nods. “I’m just selfishly trying to bank on Layla Vasanth time before you run out of that because you have an infant to cater to. And I know that’s how it it should be but -” “நீ என் பயிற்சி சக்கரங்களாக இருந்தீர்கள். அப்பாவாக இருப்பதில். (You are my training wheels. For being a dad.)” He sniffles, pinching her cheek. “Besides we both know the minute you’re gonna start studying here, you’re gonna be my pain in the ass full time.” She laughs. “Shut up!”] watch me cry-laugh.

[“Bowling then? I can teach you how to,” Vasanth proposes. “We can even go see a movie while we’re there.” “It’s a date.” Layla smiles.] heheh

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[Unfair, Layla thinks as she watches Abi muss up the hair at the scalp to give it that oompf. Layla would kill to look that effortlessly gorgeous. ] Her might might be gorgeous but that doesn't make Layla any less drop-dead gorgeous like queen you slayin'

[“Open, please. Harry’s coming with?” “He’s not exactly speaking to me at the moment. Don’t know why but nevermind, you finish your meeting.”] sigh.

[Panic! At The Disco t-shirt ] we love it

[but the redeeming factor were the pockets. They were as deep as the mines in Moria; Layla was akin to greedy dwarves throwing it into the shopping cart, when the pocket swallowed half her forearm. ] lmaoo, true tho.

[ breathed a sigh of relief when they found out that she was tall; it was a right pain to find someone for Vasanths’s towering six foot two.] hahahahah

[So, she used up some emergency snack money she’d set aside in her wallet and got her a set of these dragonfly pearl earrings and a matching pendant. It wasn’t made of real pearls or gold, it wasn’t the fanciest choice either, she’d bought it in a small fancy store - a small shop that often sold bangles, bindis, kaajal, and some cheap imitation jewellery - but Abi’s reaction indicated that it was the most precious thing that she’d ever received. Layla’s heart warmed when she caught sight of the tarnished, worn out dragonfly pearl necklace in Abi’s jewellery drawer yesterday, when she raided Abi’s closet for the faux leather jacket.] my heart is in your hands. my heart is in your hands.

[“Aren’t you up late?” Layla speaks. “Amma and I came back from a movie half an hour ago,” he answers. “What movie?” “Ponniyin Selvan.] ayeee i know which one you talking about!!

[“இன்று அவனிடம் பேசினேன். ஒரு ஐபாட் வாங்க முடியுமா என்று கேட்டார் - (I talked to him today and he asked if you could get him an iPad -)” “Appa! Do I look like an Apple mule to you all?”] LMAOO

[But if I get detained by the TSA for looking too suspicious with this many Apple products in my carry on. You’re gonna pay.” Her dad guffaws on the other end. “உன் முகம் கடத்தல்காரன் மாதிரி இல்லை (Your face doesn’t scream smuggler).” “To you maybe, நான் எப்படி மற்றவைகள் இருக்கிறேன் என்று யாருக்குத் தெரியும் (who knows what I look like to others)?” She laughs.] help- als I really like her dad. Better than her mother, at least, Maybe that's why I've briefly mentioned him in the fic.

[Her dad lets out a laugh. “Now, Amma will hold you to the same standard when you get back. Listen, பாட்டி (grandmum) wants me to remind you to buy Ziplock-” “Already bought three boxes of her precious ziplock bags.” “Good. Okay, kutti. I’m gonna head to bed. You take care okay?” “Will do. Tell Amma I said hi. Bye.”] I'm happy with this conversation.

[The door swings open as she makes a fist to try knocking on it and there he was - clad in one of his muscle tank top that had darkened patchily with sweat, blue shorts, hair pushed back with the blue bandana she’d got, lips and eyebrows pursed in a grimace.] oop-

[“What do you want?” He grits his teeth, as he looks down at her - a result of the trapezius bundle protesting.] dare you fucking talk to her like that again.

[“I don’t want anyone’s company.” “Well -” the door shuts on her face, and she feels her heart drop. “I’m not anyone,” she mumbles dejectedly at the wooden door, tears prick the corner of her eyes and she makes her way back to her room. Tossing the gift box on her bedside table. Tearing off a page from her notebook, she scrawls with tears beading her waterline.] I SWEAR TO GOD THIS BITCH DID NOT I WILL RIP HIS HEAD OFF HIS SHOULDERS HOW FUCKING DARE HE I WILL NEVER FORGIVE HIM FOR THIS OH MY GOD HE WILL NOT SEE THE NEXT SUNRISE IF ONLY I WERE THERE

[That’s all she manages to jot down before her mother’s voice echoes in her head, “சில நேரங்களில் உன்னை விரும்புவது கடினம் (It’s hard to love you sometimes).”] NO NO NO NO NO I WILL KILL HARRY

[She abandons the crumpled ball,] he better find that.

[What other perfect way is there to channel gamer rage other than using the bubbling anger directed at her boyfriend to kill the remaining two warrior women with wings.]* practices deep inhaling and exhaling*

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[(die, pig, die)’ at the projector screen armed with one of her video game controllers.] I'm not even able to laugh at this I'm SO upset with Harry

[“Yup. As long as the boy was Hindu and from our caste,” Abi answers. “Of course. It came with terms and conditions,” Layla giggles. “As long as they were from the same caste. Could you imagine going around and asking people what caste they belong to when you’re out on a date.” “I know right! Hella awkward.”] trew. I hate Harry I'd have been enjoying this convo rn.

[“Yeah,” Abi chuckles. “I didn’t make it easy for my parents either. I had given them a zillion expectations that they needed to meet. I rejected many. Plus, they had to find someone taller than me.” Layla laughs. “It’s the same thing that happened with Uncle. Finding someone tall enough for him, தாத்தா பாட்டி (grandad and grandmum) almost pulled out their hairs trying to find someone tall.”] heheh

[ Your uncle asked me what I wanted, rather than ask me what I want as one half of a couple. ] big slay

[I haven’t told him this but when he readily put his notice in and moved to Charlotte with me - before he found himself a job here - he just became so much hotter.” Abi uses one of her hands and fans herself.] lmao

[“I initially thought the kick would be like a ping but it’s like a jelly rolling around with her. Getting more active by the day this one.”] my mum said the same thing!

[“You two are gonna team up and make fun of us, aren’t you?” She manages to get out in between fits of laughter. “Obviously.” ] duh Abi

we love some good advice.

I literally just fought with my parents to let me stay up (to finish an essay *wink wink*)

[He’s been secretly hoping you have UNC at the top of the list, so you can live with us while you study.”] I hope so too

[I heard you tell him the other day that you’re gonna marry him when you were eating the focaccia he baked. And I know it’s not my place to say this but I get that you meant it as a term of expression but sometimes it necessarily might mean the same for him. Have a talk with each other. The sooner the better. I know he means the world to you and I know you mean the same to him.” “I didn’t think of it that way… I never thought that I’d feel all these things for him. I just thought it’ll be a fun hookup but I guess you’re right. I think he knows that I don’t mean it like that. Whenever we talk about things we know our priorities - colleges. We always talk about the future like it’s distant. I think the hardest thing about January rolling around soon is him. I don’t want to leave,” Layla bites down on her wobbly lower lip. It only makes the angry flames in her chest spark up again because Harry’s being an utter asshole to her. All she wants to do is cosy up to him and drum her fingers down his back as he presses wet kisses on her pulse. ] nooooo don't cry!!

[“Maybe I’m overstepping my bounds but do you ever see yourself getting married or are you just saying no because of what happened between your mum and dad?”] oh this question is an attack to both our guts.

[you know how everyone says we often butt heads because we have similar personalities - and that means I’d have to go through the same things she did. As much as I do and villanise her sometimes, I honestly don’t think I have an ounce of the strength and determination she does. We lived alone for almost a year and she single handedly took care of all of the finances and even now, she works and does so much work at home too.] LITERALLY SAME. that's the problem.

[“That’s not true, kutti. We hit a rough patch during my final year of my MBA. We even talked about separating,” Abi explains.] wot-

[All of the little free time we had went to chores. We went weeks without talking to each other, and didn’t even acknowledge each other. It was like two strangers living in a hotel. Every time we’d open our mouths, we’d snap at each other and both thought that things weren’t working out because we’d grown apart.”] ohhh

[Marriage is not easy. They don’t just work. You make it work. It’s very easy, at least, with arranged marriages to drift off to your separate paths - be strangers - and it takes work to meet in the middle again. And it needs to be done because you’re growing as your own individual too. That’s how we make it work - we’re not the same Vasanth and Abi who’d agreed to marry each other. We set aside time for ourselves. We talk. Go out on dates. Take holidays. We make each other a priority. It’s work. We are at this point because we put in the work to get here and we will need to put in the work after the baby too.”] I- I've got nothing to say, your honour.

[“Oh yeah? Finally realised that Abi is like that tortoise from Kung Fu Panda,” her Aunty jokes around. “Yeah. An old tortoise,” Layla snickers. “Are you calling me old?” Abi pinches her cheek. “I wouldn’t dare,” Layla tries to say it earnestly but her giggles give her away. She shuffles closer to her, throwing her hands around her shoulders, slotting her body to the side, mindful of Laya’s residence. “By the way, you didn’t overstep your bounds at all. I’m glad it took you four years to find Uncle because there’s no one else I’d rather have as my Aunty.” ] ah, love this duo and also want to watch kung fu panda again...

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[Harry can hear Layla’s voice faintly drifting from the floor above - wrapping up her class - as he makes his way up the stairs to her room. It’s twenty past one in the morning and every time Harry shut his eyes, he couldn’t help but shake the image of her walking back home dejectedly when he slammed the door. ] oh look who's here.

[What catches his eye was the crumpled ball of paper lying limply at the foot of the bed.] good, you're doing good h.

[his heart falls to his stomach when he reads what she’s scrawled in cursive. Fuck, he shakes his head, plopping down on the mattress.] yeah, fuck.

[Harry can’t help the way the corners of his mouth tug upward - she always grunts out that word when she’s finished with whatever exhausting activity she was engaged in.] i know i know.

[“No!” She says, voice louder than either of them anticipated, stalking further into the room. “Leave,” she seethes, chest heaving as she rapidly takes in shallow breaths, clicking the door close to not wake Vasanth and Abi. “I don’t care. Just go.”] SLAYY

[Harry gets up. “Baby, please listen to me.”] dare you call her baby bitch

[I’m fucking livid!” She blinks back the angry tears that begin to prick her eyes.] oh no-

[Harry’s eyes blur as a thin film beads at his waterline, and he’s quick to blink them away before they have the chance to trickle down. The last thing he wants to do is upset her further, so he sighs and mutters, “Okay. I’ll go.” He makes his way to the door with his head hung dejectedly.] see how it feels?

[Layla’s eyes soften, instinctively stepping closer to him. “Shit. Your shoulder still hurts?” She enquires, eyebrows furrowing in concern as he gives her a weak nod. “Go wait downstairs in the kitchen… I’ll be right behind you,” she exhales.] that's love right there and i'm here for it

[“Can you take off your hoodie for me?” Layla asks, as she spoons some of the brown and green balm into the bowl.] omg watch her grumpily tend to him I always eat that shit up omg

[“Sorry about the smell,” she tells him quietly as she kneads his muscles in circles - easing the taunt muscles under. Harry’s speechless as she works her way down his shoulder and back, letting the warm liquid trickle down and later gently rubbing it all over. He doesn’t deserve this from her, especially with the way he’s treated her the past two days. But here she is carefully working the knots in his shoulder, even after asking him to leave her sight. He feels his heart weigh heavy in his throat, and he closes his eyes to succumb to the emotions his girlfriend’s tender act stirs up in his chest.] *nods* yeah.

[And Amma (mum) did this for me and I swear the pain subsided the next day, which I know is not possible but I barely felt it after. I mean it’s just pain gate theory, right?” She waffles on hoping to distract him from the pain she might be causing him as she massages the last of the liquid on the expanse of his shoulder. ] i love her so much i'll cry

[ “Sometimes I think I’ll perish if I don’t have a jar of Tiger Ba-” she stops where she hears a sniffle, followed by a shaky inhale and feels his frame tremble under her palm.] oh no there we go, as he should be. he should be crying but hey i feel bad now why is he crying

[and Layla realises that he’s hurting. He’s been hurting the past two days and that he wasn’t apathetic and detached. ] oh?

[“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to - Sorry,” he blubbers, pulling her close to him, burying his face in her midsection as his arms hold her in place.] oh no it's okay i don't hate him make him stop crying

[“Sorry. Sorry. I’m -,” he hiccups, a fresh wave of tears halting him and all he could do was nuzzle into her warmth as he bawls. “We’re okay. You’re okay. Let it out. I’m sorry too, babe,” she whispers, mollifying him as she rocks him to and fro, letting him cry it out.] sigh

[“I’m sorry.” He says, rapidly blinking down another fresh set of tears. “I’m sorry too,” she says, hand coming to caress his cheek.] that's a healthy relationship right there.

[“I uh - I was jealous,” he replies, cheeks reddening in response.] oh NO DO NOT MAKE ME MAD AGAIN

[“Ashwin,” he admits, feeling the blood rush to the tips of his ears as he hangs his head.] i knew it!! i fucking knew it hahah!!!

[“I do! It’s a me thing. Don’t take it personally.”] not that, uh-uh

she's right in this argument.

[“Hissy fit,” Harry chuckles] how dare he?

[ “How are we gonna work through this? What are you gonna say next? ‘Let me mark my territory when you hang out with others, like how a dog would do?!?’” She shuts her eyes, forcing herself to take a few deep breaths through her nose so she would raise her voice and wake her Aunty and Uncle. She knows she’s spiralling and spewing out ridiculous things but she can’t help but feel hurt by his admission. ] oh shit- it's getting real now

[“No, baby. No. It’s not you!” ] stop calling her baby when she's mad!! it makes you look like a shitty man!!

[“every time I see you two hanging out, it makes me insecure and I didn’t like feeling like the second best again.”] oh no I'm going to cry not the second best oh no

[“I’m just scared that you’ll realise he’ll give you something I can’t.” He confesses. “Like you don’t need to check if a Tamil movie has subtitles at the cinema to watch with him, he gets all the references you make, you don’t have to translate things in your head or explain why you’re doing certain things - like the other day when you accidentally stepped on my book and you’d stopped talking to bend down to touch it and bring your fingers to your eyes and you’d spent the next twenty minutes explaining why for me. And it’s scary to think that one day you’ll realise that I’m not worth it and leave.”] naurrrrrrr

[ It works both ways too. You taught me so much about your home too. I didn’t know what a chip butty was before I met you,” she jokes weakly. Harry doesn’t laugh - or even smile - instead he looks crestfallen, Layla leans over and stamps a soft kiss on his pink lips and his splotchy cheeks. “I’ll never not think you’re not worth it. Ever. You mean the world to me. You make me feel safe and you make me feel loved. And that is something I will not take very lightly. Ever. I have nothing like that with Ashwin. I hitched a ride with him the other day because everyone else was gonna shower at the country club and head straight for work. Ashwin had a day off and obliged to drive me to Raleigh to pick something up for you,” she tells him, nodding towards the black box. “Besides, he acts like he’s from the hood sometimes - I guess most brown boys do that when they come here; pretend to be an African American rapper. It just does not get my motor running like you in a pair of fishnets.”] I was going to write something sappy but OOOOH HIM IN FISHNETS EH

[“It was,” Layla agrees. “I did not deserve to be treated that way. I thought you were mad at me or that you needed space which is very unlike you. Because I’m the one that pushes you away-” “Not in the way that I did. You always told me that you need some time to yourself before you share but I just pushed you away.” “True,” Layla sighs. “Would inviting you along help whenever I go out with that gang? I’m not gonna stop hanging out with them because I feel like I’m hanging out with my cousins. And I’m trying to make the best out of that because they’re gonna fly out as soon as the wedding is over.”] yes woman, slay.

[“That’ll be nice. I sorta felt left out when you went to watch that movie without telling me because I’m really used to being your number one go-to person for everything,” he admits. “I didn’t want to seem clingy I guess.” ] ahhhhhh okk

[“You said earlier about not wanting to feel second best again. Has it got something to do with your dad? I mean you don’t talk about it and I’m just theorising but feel free to tell me to back off if I’m crossing a line.”] oh..

[“Yeah. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if he chose us. He was a good dad, Layla. He was everything I wanted to be when I grew up. But I guess, I was not enough for him with anything I did,” his lower lip wobbles. “He’d had another family and I guess in the end my step-siblings - god, it’s so weird to call them that - had something that I didn’t and when he figured it out he’d just left mum and me.”] imagine if anyone were to walk in on me tearing up and red nosed

[It made sense to Layla now - his icy behaviour was not to attack her but to protect him, his inner child. ] I WILL sob whenever it has to do something with inner child of a person.

[She had the power to make him feel the things he once felt, and the second Harry realised that she held the power; when he felt ‘not enough,’ he’d cut her off so she wouldn’t put him through that - like a hedgehog balling themselves up and straightening out it’s quills when it senses his predators were nearby.] i can't fucking see tears are blurring my sight

[ Remember when you told me love is not a burden?” She can feel him nod against her neck. “Love shouldn’t be earned either. It’s not conditional - especially from a parent.”] oh no tears are falling out.

[“No need for thank yous. I’d take care of you anytime,” she shrugs.] I will 'aw' out loudif it keeps going like this

[Harry’s fingers trace the gold foiled lettering - Fink’s - against the soft material. He flips the box open to find a dainty gold chain and a thin cross pendant hanging from it of the same metal. It looked identical to the silver one he’d have around his neck - he’d go on a limb and say this one looked even more beautiful. He immediately looks into her homey raven eyes, bottom lip trapped with her teeth, as she looks at him expectantly. “I know I ripped it off your neck that day,” her face flushes with heat thinking back to their lecherous activity upstairs in the swing room in front of his giant ornate mirror. “I’ve been feeling bad since. I’ve never ever seen you take it off and when I got the deposit money for the commissions, it was the first thing I thought of. I wanted to get you an exact replica but I just couldn’t bring myself to get it in silver, so I called Fink’s and had them make it gold. You kept complaining that the clasp on the old one was too tiny, so I asked them to use a circular clasp, so it’s easier for you.” She rambles. “They said they couldn’t make the chain dainty in 22 karats, something about them not able to get the metal to bend, so it’s only 18 kara-” Harry cuts her off with a passionate kiss, hands clutching her cheeks holding her close, as he pours his devotion. His tongue melds with hers and it makes her breathe out a quiet moan, as she sinks his fingernails into his bicep. He breaks apart, pressing his forehead to hers as they both catch their breath from the dizzying ordeal. “I love it! Put it on for me?” He asks her, thumb caressing her bottom lip, making her smile.] AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

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[a spatter of gold paint he’d managed to get when he helped her paint the ornate frame of his mirror.] we love quality time

[“I don’t do it hard,” she replies.

“Well my stinging ass cheek would beg to differ.”] LMAO

[“I could just lift you up and spin you around,” he suggests. Layla laughs. “Cute that you think you can lift- aaah!” She shrieks as Harry quickly squats down, to grab the junction where her bum and thighs, and hoists her up. “You were saying?” He arches his eyebrow up at her. “Put me down,” she demands as he makes his way to the hoop. “Nope. Make this backwards basket and come on a walk with me around the pond.”] i'm literally smiling ear to ear and my throat is hurting bad

[Layla tosses the ball and Harry turns them around to watch it perfectly go into the net, making him hoot and spin her around in celebration. They both laugh as Harry loosens his arms around her thighs making Layla slide down his torso. She doesn’t stop giggling as she wraps her around his neck, fingers massaging the baby curls at the nape of his neck, as she rubs her nose against his - feet still dangling above the ground as he holds her in place. “This is my favourite trick shot,” she whispers. “Nandhini’s watching,” he mumbles, reminding her of her PDA rule around brown aunties, as she angles her head. “Fuck her,” whispers with a smirk as her eyelids flutter close and she closes the distance between their lips.] ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh

MAYA YOU WERE BACK AND WITH A BANG. Literally only you can pull so many emotions out of me i love you sm and this part too <33

Here, lots of Lotuses for ya:

Aaah lotuses my heart just can't!!! You went on a ride reading it and I went on a ride reading this!

My favourite moment is Layla being grossed out by the fact that her her aunt thinks her uncle is hot and the baby agreeing with her. And omg Earl's gonna be there to hear about the adventures in Disney World... Plus, the gold chain finally made an appearance... I love the fact that it was her that bought him something he'd have on him for a long long time.

I love that you were ready to throw hands for Layla and wanted to smack Harry so much lmao... I can't believe you read it so quickly aaah!!! Thank you so much!! Here are some virtual flowers from the hundred acre wood!

#six months #part twenty two #aprajita #bookclub

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