He’S My Daddy, Not My Tutor
EP 1
Anaya Sharma/FL
*wide-eyed, voice two octaves too high*
Maa, you didn’t just sell all my novels to the kabadiwala?
Panic clutched my throat. The kind of panic you feel when your life flashes before your eyes—in the form of disappearing book boyfriends.
Anaya Sharma/FL
*ripping through the shelf like a madwoman*
My Zade, my Hardin, my Chris—all gone?
I clutched an empty shelf. Hollow. Lifeless
Anaya Sharma/FL
My babies...
Dead. Vanished. Unfairly assassinated.
Sunita Sharma/FL Mom
*yelling from the kitchen like she was performing a one-woman cooking show*
You’ve got your finals in a month! I see you giggling at those useless novels all day!
Sunita Sharma/FL Mom
Finish college first. After that, life gets easier!
Anaya Sharma/FL
*groaning dramatically, collapsing like a failed soap opera star*
You said the same thing in 12th!
Anaya Sharma/FL
Just get me married already! I can’t deal with maths anymore!
Sunita Sharma/FL Mom
*storming out, knife in one hand, a giant potato in the other*
Sunita Sharma/FL Mom
*throw the potato towards Anaya*
Missile. Launched. I ducked like a seasoned warrior.
Anaya Sharma/FL
*giggling, victorious*
Ha! Missed!
Anaya Sharma/FL
Take that, World War Aloo.
Sunita Sharma/FL Mom
*threatening tone laced with pure desi drama*
Wait till your papa gets home! I’ll tell him his daughter has a boyfriend and is dying to marry him!
Anaya Sharma/FL
*eye roll of the century*
I don’t have a boyfriend
Anaya Sharma/FL
Nobody around here meets my standards
Anaya Sharma/FL
*melodramatically leaning against the doorframe*
Truth?
Fictional men had ruined me
I didn’t want soft. I wanted savage.
I wanted the emotionally unavailable, trauma-ridden, knife-wielding bad boys who kissed like war and loved like fire
Anaya Sharma/FL
*in a dream-haze*
I want someone possessive… borderline toxic. Someone who’d burn the world just to keep me warm
Anaya Sharma/FL
Not these IIT boys who smelled like Axe body spray and wore flip-flops with socks
Sunita Sharma/FL Mom
*roaring from kitchen*
Anaya, go and study!
Anaya Sharma/FL
*stomping to her room like a Shakespearean heroine*
I glared at my math book like it had cheated on me with physics
I just wanted to marry a rich, emotionally damaged CEO with no boundaries and a penthouse
Rohan (my annoying younger brother, logging onto the PC with a smirk):
Rohan Sharma/brother
*smirk*
Rohan Sharma/brother
You’re drooling over your book boyfriends again
Anaya Sharma/FL
*not even blinking*
He was the mosquito in my life—irritating, buzzing, and somehow legally protected.
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