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never-enough-novels · 15 days
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🧚‍♀️ iM a FaiRy ✨🌟🌸💮
Do it Grayson
Prompt: Reader's parents are fighting and they don't wanna be there so they ask Grayson if they can stay over.
Take your time, love
It's finally done bbg
A/n: im sorry if there are any mistakes in this. This was my first time writing anything like this 😭. I tried my best. Really hope you like this. It's also mostly very shit so I'm sorry beforehand
World limit: about 700 words
Tw: argument between parents, blaming yourself about it
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Coffee and comfort
They're fighting again
On the same topic again
God I only wish they would just not shout so much. Or if they want to just not infront of me. Each accusation, each word spat to one another felt like it was my fault. I don’t even know why I think its my fault. The air itself was so thick it was suffocating. I tried sleeping it off but the shouting just went on and on and an like it was in my brain. I wanted to cry but couldn’t and it felt like a barb wire in my throat. As I lay on my bed, with the comfort of my favourite playlist playing in the background, the weight of the situation pressed down on me. Hands trembling I decided to call the one person I thought could provide me comfort right now: Grayson.
I reached for my phone, my fingers hesitantly hovering over his contact before pressing call. The phone rang briefly before his warm, familiar voice filled the line.
“Hey, love, everything okay?” Grayson’s voice was tinged with immediate concern.
Hearing his voice again tipped my emotions over the edge. I tried to cover my mouth and not cry so I don’t worry him any further; which obviously turns futile.
“Hamnah what happened? Talk to me love” he asked worriedly
“Can I please come over to your place? Theyre fighting again” I ask as quietly as I can without breaking down after hearing his voice
There was no hesitation on his end, just the comforting certainty of his reply. “Of course, come over. The house feels empty without you anyway.”
Disconnecting the call, I packed a few necessities into a bag, throwing in a book and my journal, knowing well that Grayson’s place was the only place where I could find peace enough to write. The drive over was quick, the familiar streets bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights leading me to his penthouse which was his safe place too.
As soon as he opened the door I was enveloped in a comforting hug which was the best thing in the world. We stayed in that position which felt like hours but could only have been a few minutes.
Grayson, cupping my face up gave me the most gentle kiss on lips and then asked “Are you ok Hamna? Wanna talk about it?”
Shaking my head I said, “I'd really rather not right now”
Nodding his head with a small comforting smile on his face he went into the kitchen while I situated myself on his bed; finally taking a deep breath and letting myself relax.
He comes back and hands me a glass of water and says “You know you’re always welcome here, right? This is as much your home as it is mine,” he said, his voice earnest.
I nodded, my heart swelling with gratitude. “I know, Gray. Thank you. It means everything to me.”
We spent the evening tucked away in his bedroom, watching movies that made us laugh and making me forget the harshness of reality of my home. Grayson held me close, his presence a shield against the outside world. It was moments like these that I was reminded of how much he meant to me,and how we came to be together and him being my boyfriend and safe space.
Later, while cuddling with his arm around my back and my head on chest, listening to heartbeats I decided to speak about what happened.
“I hate that you have to see this side of my life, I never wanted to show you this ” I confessed quietly, the darkness of the room and his presence making it easier for me to express my fears and feelings.
Grayson’s arm tightened around me, pulling me closer. “Hamna, we all have our battles. But you’re not alone in this, okay? I’m here for you, no matter what.” His words, feeling sincere and reassuring, helped the tightening around my cheat and throat.
“I love you, Gray,” I whispered, feeling his kiss on my forehead in response.
“I love you more,” he said back, a line so simple yet profound, promising unspoken vows of support and everything I could wish for.
As I drifted off to sleep, the echo of my parents’ shouting seemed like miles away. Here, in Grayson’s arms, I found more than just a temporary escape; I found a promise of hope and a reminder of his love for me.
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f4iry-bell · 23 days
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a very short grayson hawthorne x desi!reader hc
- okay this can intimidate literally ANYONE except desi parents, okay? one look from them and he is intimidated.
- if your parents's english is not good he will be scared to meet them bc he wouldn't be able to tell them how much he loves their daughter (he'll learn your mother tongue)
- he is desperate for their approval (though any desi parents will say yes v soon once they know about the money he come from)
- okay now coming to weddings. TWO WEDDINGSSSSSSS. like nick jonas and proyanka chopra.
- one smol white wedding and a grand desi wedding
- him in a kurta. just imagine.
- also i can see him asking "why is there a picture of zayn malik in every street"
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cassiachales · 23 days
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Love You To The ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷 (And To *ੈ✩‧₊˚𝓢𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷)
so i saw this post by @never-enough-novels, and aneesha was looking over my shoulder like "cass, you should totally write for that) so obviously, i did. aneesha, ye aapke lie hai (don't judge i used google translate) also, i know i have fics left. but no one said i can't write a oneshot for my best friend <33
Grayson Hawthorne x Desi!reader (but can also be read as just a reader)
"Do you really have to go?" Grayson asks you, his hands around your waist. You blow a stray lock of your hair off your face, looking at his silver-gray eyes in the mirror.
"I don't really have a choice, jaan."
He scoffs. "They advanced your meeting, love. You don't have to bow to them, or be a people pleaser."
He shifts, and while he keeps one arm on your waist, his body is next to yours instead of behind.
Your kohl-lined eyes widen as your look at him in the eyes. His hair is still ruffled from last night and you can see his (previously neatly pressed) shirt now all ruffled.
Then you raise your hand, filled with bracelets and promise rings, and lay it on his cheek.
He leans into your touch as though it is the only thing grounding him.
He has ways of making you feel special.
"As much as I would like to deny being a people pleaser, I was raised like that. To be the least comfortable person in the room. Best to make everyone happy before I'm happy, right? And Gray," you laugh, a small laugh that lasted all of two seconds, "that's my company. I can't show up late for my own meeting, can I?"
"No one will say anything if you're late for your own meeting, jaan."
Your breath catches.
It's not like it's the first time he's ever used that endearment with you. He's used countless others, too.
But every single time he calls you jaan, you melt. Oh, he loves you, and you love him.
"Only because you'd pull some strings, Gray."
"How good of a fiancé would I be if I didn't want to spend time with my future bride?"
Your lips near his ears, and you whisper, "we spent enough time together last night. Enough that my ancestors are rolling in their graves at the amount of" you gasp, a small, theatrical gasp "time we spent."
Then you pull away, and pretend to ignore his blushing face.
That man was stuck in the regency.
You adjust your scarf, and make sure your earrings are straight before you walk to the dressing table and collect your bag.
Another gift.
He walks to you, and his arms are around your waist again.
You'd noticed that physical touch was his love language. And you liked touch.
"At least give me a kiss before you leave." He says.
Years ago, this wasn't the Grayson Hawthorne you'd met. That man was cold and closed off and never seemed to care.
Then he met you, and you met him. What started as a fake arrangement led to something oh so real that you couldn't even fathom not meeting him in his office to repay that loan your father had taken from his grandfather.
His lips are now near yours, and right before they touch, he stops.
Another thing he always did was ask before he kissed you. Even after years, he asked.
He always asked.
"May I?" He whispered.
"Always." You whisper back, and your lips meet in the middle in a perfect fit.
Like you were always meant to be together.
Like the two of you were two parts of one heart. The two of you'd met with your hearts broken, but they'd broken in perfect pieces.
The broken, shattered piece of his heart fit flawlessly with your torn and splintered one.
The two of you pulled away, and a bit of your lipstick was on his lips, and smudged on yours.
"I love you, you know that, right?" He whispers when your foreheads touch. This moment was tailored just for the two of you.
"Yes. And I love you more."
"Impossible."
"I love you to the moon and back."
You can practically hear his lips quirk up. "I love you to the moon and to Saturn."
"Do you, now?"
"You dare to question the amount of love I have for you?"
You laugh, and you see how his face lights up. "Oh, I don't dare to question you. You're almost always right."
"Almost?"
"Fine, fine, jaan. You're always right."
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mrswarnerxo · 22 days
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i wanna make an aaron warner and/or a grayson hawthorne x desi!reader fanfic BUT IM NOT DESI NOR DO I HAGE KNOWLEDGE OF THE CULTURE SO IDK IF IM DISRESPECTING JT IF I DO IT
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never-enough-novels · 22 days
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Grayon hawthorne x desi reader mini dating headcannons
A/n: I swear I'll write more cause my head is swimming with ideas now
Appreciate all reblogs and comments <33
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-You know how our mothers will put oil on our hair? Do that to grayson and at first he'll get scared and then start relaxing lmao.
He'll practically start purring and melting after a while😭 (courtesy of @darlingnemesis )
-Before meeting all the extended family he'll make a spreadsheet about them and everything about them so he can atleast try to woo them.
-HE DOES NOT LIKE THE AUNTIES AND WILL STAY 6 FEET AWAY FROM THEM TOO.
-Is ready to throw hands if they say anything to you about your relationship or otherwise.
-Lovesss gifting you jewellery and espicially bangles.
-Imagine him writing shayri for you. He'll go full poet on you and be extremely romantic about it.
-During monsoon you guys make pakoras together and have tea. It's sort of like a ritual after a while.
-Goes absolute feral after seeing you in a saree for the first time.
-Is able to handle the heat cause Texas is hot as it is and he is used to it.
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never-enough-novels · 22 days
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never-enough-novels · 11 hours
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Masterlist
The inheritance games
Grayson hawthorne
A Fine suit
Grayson hawthorne x desi reader headcanons
Grayson hawthorne x desi reader headcanons (2)
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never-enough-novels · 23 days
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Grayon hawthorne x desi!reader dating headcanons
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A/N: idk what I was high on when I wrote this but here it is. This is also the first time I'm writing anything like this so if you guys have any suggestions or otherwise pls do say so. Lemme know if I should make a part 2 cause I had many ideas for it.
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1. Ok so we already know that grayon is a curious person by nature so he'll try to learn about your culture and much as he can.
2. He'll absolutely loveeee when you dress in your traditional clothing.
3. Imagine full photo shoot and stuff.
4.Lovesss to see you get ready. Imagine him gifting jhumkas🥹
5.FUSION DATE NIGHTS
6.I imagine my guy doesn't have a good spice tolerance and the first time he tried your food his face becomes all red and he drinks all the milk in the house to calm down.
7. Tries to increase his spice tolerance so yall can enjoy the food.
8. Will try to eat with hands for you idk i feel like he'll like it too @lanterns-and-daydreams
9. Still prefers coffee to tea but will drink it with you.
10. Gives side eye whenever someone calls it cHaI TeA.
11. Evening teas together 🥹.
12. Ready to throw hands if anyone says ANYTHING to you.
13. And by that I mean anything racist or otherwise.
14. Extremely protective but makes sure not to be too much or suffocating.
15. If you're new to the country, he'll take you to all the tourist spots and the places you wanna see.
16. Will buy out the entire place or rent it out if it's too crowded lol
17. ABSOLUTELY LOVES IT WHEN YOU PUT MEHANDI (HENNA)
18. Will hold your hands and trace the designs until they go off.
19. Will try to make some designs himself.
20. IMAGINE PUTTING A RIDDLE OR SOMETHING LIKE DESIGN ON YOUR HAND AND TELLING HIM TO SOLVE IT.
21. Whenever there is a festival around the corner will always ask if you're putting mehandi again and if he can do it for you. Ok I'm obsessed with this
22. He would try to learn your language and surprise you with it.
23. IMAGINE IF HE TRIES TO MAKE POEMS FOR YOU IN YOUR LANGUAGE
24. NSFW HEADCANON
Ok imagine this
He got you a cute Payal which has small bells on it. AND THEN HE RAILS YOU WHILE YOUR LEGS ARE ON HIS SHOULDERS AND HE CAN HEAR THE BELLS EJEJJKSKSKWNDJEKEKEKEK
For reference in case you didn't understand this is what I'm referring to
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Tagging: @lanterns-and-daydreams @hearthown @shuhuaspookie
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f4iry-bell · 22 days
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Surprises (grayson hawthorne x desi!reader)
anddd another one :3 this is for @lanterns-and-daydreams !!! also once again eid mubarak !!!!
Grayson couldn't wait to see his long distance girlfriend Hamnah’s reaction when he sees her face to face.It has been over two months since she flew back to Pakistan to spend time with her family. Though they facetime each other almost everyday it's not the same as being in the presence of each other. He missed her so badly.
Once he landed, he texted her, asking where she is to make sure she's home. Apparently she was meeting her friends and would be home after an hour or so. He had enough time to go to her parents' house and wait. He has already met her parents when they visited her in Texas. They absolutely love Grayson like their son.
He told her parents about his plan, and how Hamna doesn't know about the fact that he is in Pakistan. He waited and was having a chat with her parents before he heard the front door open. He immediately adjusted his suit jacket and stood up.
Hamnah walked inside the living room with her bag and dropped it once she saw Grayson in her living room. She immediately ran to Grayson and threw her arms around his neck as Graysons hands wrapped around her waist hugging her tight he nuzzled his face in her neck.
She finally pulled back “Oh my god, what are you doing here? Why didn't you tell me!” She asked, her excitement is so obvious in her eyes.
“Eid Mubarak, my love” He wanted to surprise her on Eid. It's all she talked about this past month.
She pecked his cheeks quickly and thanked him.
“I have another surprise for you” He said before walking towards the sofa and taking the shopping bag in his hand.
“What is this?”She asked, taking it from him.
“I got you another Eid dress, hope you'll like it” He said with a proud smile.
She took out the dress. It was a dark green lehenga with an uncountable amount of rhinestones. The lehenga screamed rich. But she was used to him getting her expensive things.
“It's beautiful, I'll try this on right now. You wait here” She said and walked to her room. It was so perfect on her. She also noticed that the shopping bag had matching jhumkas and bangles, of course Grayson Hawthorne would buy accessories as well along with a lehenga for his girlfriend.
Grayson froze when he saw Hamna in the lehenga, she looked exactly like how he imagined her to look in this lehenga.
“We'll say something” She chuckled, she can tell that he's in awe.
“Words can't describe how good you look right now.” He said and kissed her forehead.
“Thank you so much, you really made my day” She said.
“Anything for you”
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f4iry-bell · 23 days
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Suits and Spices (grayson hawthrone x desi!reader)
a/n: got inspired by @never-enough-novels and @cassiachales 's desi!reader works :3 and thought about grayson tryning desi snack for the first time. just a small imagine. also let me know if i should make a series of thing grayson trying for the first time in india. sorry if this is bad btw!!!! also not seven playing EXACTLY at we'll move india forver while i wa sediting this ???
One will find Grayson Hawthrone at a fancy restaurant rated five out five stars spending hundreds of dollars even if he just wanted something as simple as fries. One just cannot even imagine Grayson Hawthrone standing next to a small food cart that sells pani puri, a cart that doesn't even appear in google map, something very small that only the locals who live nearby would know its existence. But here he is, wearing his fancy Armani suit standing next to the cart owned by an Indian man who was probably in his late 20s holding out a small plate to him.
“Are you sure? The pani can be very spicy” You warn him. “I can take you to a restaurant where they serve pani puri, the pani won't be as spicy as it is here in the restaurants” You add, its true restaurants pani puri sucks ass.
Grayson took the plate from the man and said “No, this is your favourite pani puri stall. I want to try it. I don't care how spicy it is, nothing that i can't handle”
“If you say so. And we don't have water right now. So yeah” You inform him hoping to see a hint of fear on his face but he remains confident as ever. Even if he is scared of training this new snack his Hawthrone ego would never let him back away.
The man stuffed the mashed potatoes inside the puri and dunk it in the green pani before placing it on your plate.You waited for him to repeat what he just did and place the pani puri on Grayson’s plate.
“Now what?” Grayson was quite confused, he was sure if took a bite the green water would spill out.
“Now, you take it and put it in your mouth” You put the whole thing in your mouth and started to chew, even though you have had this pani puri a thousand times it's still a bit spicy.
Grayson’s index finger and thumb finger grabbed the pani puri on his plate and kept it near his mouth.
“Quick! The man is waiting to serve the next one” You hurry him. It's true, when you go to a pani puri stall you must be quick and have an empty plate for the server to place the next one, never make them wait.
Grayson sighed once before opening his mouth wide and putting the pani puri in his mouth and closed it. It was not bad for him, until he chewed and the pani filled his mouth along with tears filling his eyes.
You can't help but let out a chuckle once you notice the tear filled eyes. “Are you okay, Gray?” You asked with a wicked smile on your lips. He was chewing as he gave you a thumbs up. The man placed another one on your plate and Grayson’s. 
“It's not even that spicy.” He lies shamelessly after swallowing it.
“Good because one plate for each, which means 10 pani puris each. One done, nine more to go” You chuckle and eat the next one.
Grayson was not giving up. You had to stop him after his 5th one because he coughed and sucked air, and blew out air. It was a very poor sight to view.
“Aw, poor baby. Let's get you ice cream.” You knew he won’t be able to handle it all then despite him saying he can. And there is an ice cream shop nearby.
“Yes please.” He breathes out. 
By the time you two reached the ice cream shop, he was getting back to his normal state. All it took Grayson Hawthrone to sob was a 20 rupees pani puri.
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f4iry-bell · 22 days
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Kurta and Watches(Grayson hawthorne x desi!reader)
ANOTHER SHORT IMAGINE FOR MY DESI GIRLIES. AHAHA. it's very short
Grayson stares at the small cafe still deciding whether or not to go in. He is very hungry and the cafe looks like they serve good pastries. He raised his wrist to check the time, if he decides to go elsewhere he'll be late for him meeting. Sighing he gets out of his SUV and headed towards the cafe. It was lovely. There was a queue of 3 people. When it was finally his turn he ordered a muffin and a black coffee. He decided he'll eat it in his car and was walking towards the exist door as someone, a girl in radiant pink outfit brushed passed him, he could feel the material of her dress on his hand.
She stopped walking and stepped closer to him, he didn't realise what has happened until she gave him an awkward yet captivating smile and looked down to his wrist.
A part of her outfit was caught on his watch. It was like a scarf but made of net.
"I’m sorry about that" she chuckled and twisted her scarf and threw it over her shoulder. He was stuck in the moment when her hands reached down his and removed the fabric from his watch. He blinked a couple times and came back to reality.
"It's alright" He couldn't help himself. "Lovely outfit. What is it called?"
"It's a kurta, well this thing" She pointed at the scarf "is called dupatta" She smiles. "And thank you by the way."
He gave her a nod and she goes to order her food.
Dupatta. He made a mental note.
a/n: so sorry for referring dupatta as scarf my white boy just don't know about it okay????
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f4iry-bell · 19 days
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Grayson or Jamie gifting a Payal to reader
(You should know what I mean 😏)
Jameson Hawthorne x desi!reader
it's finally time i write for my other pookie bear.
Jameson stood four feet away from her while she was removing her jhumka with his hands behind his back. Once she kept her jhumkas down she turned to him.
“What's behind?” She asked looking up to him. He had his signature smile when he has a surprise for her.
“Guess”
“You are impossible to guess these days” She pouts.
“Don't pout, just go sit at the edge of the bed and close your eyes” He said.
“Are you ordering me now?” She raised one of her thick eyebrows.
“Maybe, I'm pretty sure you are going to love it. If not I have failed as a boyfriend” He told her which made her chuckle. She soon did as he asked, but didn't close her eyes.
“You know you have to close your eyes” He said as he moved forward, hands still at the back holding her surprise.
“Do I really have to?”
“Absolutely”
“Say please” She smirks.
“Please” He did not even hesitate to beg.
She finally closed her eyes. Jameson knelt down and opened the box he was holding and took out whatever was inside it. She can hear the jingle sound and feel the cool metal on her ankle, she immediately recognised what it is and smiled widely.
She spoke with her eyes still closed. “You're unbelievable,” She said.
“Keep your eyes closed” He ordered.
“But I want to see it!” She exclaimed.
“You will, just not now” he says as he hands left the payal and trailed to her calf and to her thigh...(*coughs* yk what happens after)
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f4iry-bell · 19 days
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Grayson Hawthorne x desi!reader
a small imagine<33333333333i want him so bad
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“Just give up, Gray,” one of Grayson's brothers told him with a wicked smile as Grayson held her hand, her palm facing him. It was looking at a very complicated henna pattern.
“Just shut up, Jamie” He told him without moving his eyes away from her hand.
“I know where your name is” His brother taunts him.
Grayson did not reply, instead he turned her palm and looked at the other side. Her other hand took the only filled cup.
“That's my chai” Grayson said.
“Well you definitely aren't gonna drink it until you find your name, so it's mine now. And my hand is getting tired” She told him and drank his chai.
He kept looking and finally he found the letters G R A Y near her wrist. Once he saw it he couldn't unsee it. It was so obvious and yet it took him half an hour for him to find it.
He kissed his name on her wrist.
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f4iry-bell · 15 days
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stop ur ff writing makes me giggle, you mind if i request another desi reader x grayson fic? where the reader somehow convinces gray to put mehandi oh him. no rush at all.
grayson x desi!reader
THANK YOU SM<33 i love that you enjoy them. hope you like this one!!! thanks for requesting, i love writing for desi!readet
Grayson just came home from work and saw his girlfriend sitting down on the carpet with her left hand on the coffee table and right hand holding what looked like a piping bag but thinner. He crouched down to kiss her cheeks from behind and greeted her.
“Hello, love”
She leaned back against him feeling his warmth “Hi”
“What are you doing?” He asked her, taking a look at her hand. There were thin lines of pattern in her palm. It occurred to him that the piping bag is henna.
“Practising mehendi designs. I'm losing touch with my culture, so the mehendi” She explained.
Grayson smiled. He loved how she loved her culture so much and gave importance to it. “It looks beautiful, love” He complimented her design.
“It's not. I could do better, it's just I can't do it for myself.” She shrugged and then got an idea. “Wait, I could do it in your hands.” She turned to him to see his reaction.
As expected he did not agree. “Absolutely not”
“What if I say please?” She asked.
“Still no”
She pouted with a fake sad expression.
“You're cute, but the answer remains the same” He stands up.
“You have two hands, give me one!” She followed him with the henna in her hand.
“I'll hire someone to give their hand to you so you can practise henna designs”
“But I want yours,” She added. “Come on, it'll look pretty” She tried one last time.
Grayson sighed. “Fine, but just one hand”
She walked closer to him to kiss his cheeks. “I love you”
Grayson smiled softly. "I love you"
After an hour she was done with one hand, she was concentrated on her work as Grayson was concentrating on her. He loved her dedication.
“One done, one more to go” She said.
“But we agreed just one hand”
“Look at this design” She showed her phone on which she had some floral design. “And tell me it's not meant to be on your palm”
“It's pretty”
“It'll look prettier on you”
“Whatever you want, my love”
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never-enough-novels · 23 days
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I absolutely loveee it how people are writing grayson x desi reader cause it's healing something in me🥹🥹
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f4iry-bell · 23 days
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more grayson hawthorne x desi!reader please
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