Laughter, Lattes & Late Night Madness
Neil Banarjee.FL Younger Brother.
“Bhaiyaaa! Return my Bluetooth speaker!”
Neil shouted, running after Aarush like a demon on Red Bull.
Aarush Banarjee.FL Elder Brother.
(grinning):
“You play cringe romantic songs at full volume! This is for the society’s safety.”
Neil Banarjee.FL Younger Brother.
(panting):
“I was setting the mood!”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(from the sofa):
“For what? Crying over your failed crush?”
Neil Banarjee.FL Younger Brother.
(dramatic):
“I am emotionally deep.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
“You cried when your sandwich fell on the floor.”
Neil Banarjee.FL Younger Brother.
(gasped, clutching his chest.)
“That sandwich had extra cheese, okay?!”
Aarush casually walked by holding a slice of mango in one hand and Neil’s speaker in the other.
Aarush Banarjee.FL Elder Brother.
“Also, I finished your Frooti.”
Neil Banarjee.FL Younger Brother.
(snapping):
“I hope your charger stops working at 2% forever.”
Siyara laughed so hard she dropped her phone.
Neil Banarjee.FL Younger Brother.
(turning to her):
“Didi, tell him to give it back!”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(smirking):
“I’m just here for the live entertainment.”
Then came the classic Banerjee cousin game: slipper war.
Neil threw a chappal. Aarush ducked. It hit the wall.
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
“Neil! That almost hit my face!”
Neil Banarjee.FL Younger Brother.
(grinning):
“It was for the aesthetic.”
Aarush grabbed a cushion. Siyara threw another one.
Five minutes later, all three of them were in a heap of pillows, mango peels, and screaming laughter.
Neil Banarjee.FL Younger Brother.
(breathing heavily):
“If we die today, tell the world I was framed.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
“You weren’t. You deserved it.”
Neil Banarjee.FL Younger Brother.
(wheezing):
“I hope your charger dies and your earphones tangle forever.”
Aarush Banarjee.FL Elder Brother.
(grabbing the TV remote):
“And I hope Netflix logs you out right at the climax.”
Neil Banarjee.FL Younger Brother.
(gasping):
“You monster!”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(grinning):
“Both of you need therapy… or a nap.”
Siyara was getting dressed to go meet Ankita—hair set, black eyeliner on point, soft pink gloss. Her phone buzzed.
Aarush Banarjee.FL Elder Brother.
(from outside her room):
“Siya, Neil’s crying. Emergency.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She opened the door instantly.*
And walked straight into a bucket of water crashing down on her.
Neil Banarjee.FL Younger Brother.
(screaming):
“Now you will not stink anymore, sister 😂”
Aarush Banarjee.FL Elder Brother.
“It’s called emotional cleansing.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(dripping):
“You psychos! This was my going-out outfit!”
Neil Banarjee.FL Younger Brother.
(laughing):
“It was giving overdressed energy anyway.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She chased them down the hall with a slipper in one hand and a wet towel in the other.*
Ten minutes later, she finally stepped out—new outfit, wet hair, revenge in her eyes.
The AC kissed her damp skin as she entered.
Ankita already had cold coffee waiting.
Ankita.FL Best Friend.
(blinking):
“Why do you look like a soaked marshmallow?”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
“Ask my idiot brothers.”
Ankita.FL Best Friend.
“Did they fart in your purse again?”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(sighing):
“Worse. They water-bombed my life.”
Ankita.FL Best Friend.
(laughing):
“Bro I love your family. Can I come live with you?”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(eye-roll):
“Sure. Bring an umbrella.”
Then, as always, Ankita switched into FBI mode when she noticed after a message notification sound, siyara's cheeks flushed like strawberries.
Ankita.FL Best Friend.
“So... this mysterious boy who makes you blush at the notification bar—what’s the deal?”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(defensive):
“I don’t blush.”
Ankita.FL Best Friend.
“You turn into a strawberry. Spit it out.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(after a pause):
“It’s Yuvraj. He’s... intense.”
Ankita.FL Best Friend.
(eyebrow raised):
“Hot intense? Or therapy intense?”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
“Both.”
Ankita.FL Best Friend.
(grinning):
“Ooooh. So is he a ‘hold my waist’ type or ‘pin you to the wall’ type?”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*Siyara looked away, biting her lip.*
Ankita.FL Best Friend.
(gasped.)
“Oh. My. God. He’s already invading the dreams, isn’t he?”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(softly):
“I think I want him. Not just emotionally. Physically too. And that’s new for me.”
Ankita.FL Best Friend.
Leaned across the table and whispered:
“Welcome to the danger zone, babe.”
She lay under the blanket, fairy lights dim around her, her heart louder than the fan spinning above. Her phone buzzed once.
She answered before it could ring again.
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(low and sinful):
“You always answer without speaking. Like you know I’ll fill the silence.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(soft):
“I like your voice at night.”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“If I was there right now... I wouldn’t just talk.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She swallowed, her chest rising.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“I’d slide that blanket off you inch by inch… just to see how long you’d pretend not to want me.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(blushing):
“Yuvraj…”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(rougher):
“Your breath would catch. Your thighs would press together.
You’d be too shy to look at me—but too warm to stop me.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(whispers):
“I don’t know how to… do any of this.”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(softer):
“You don’t have to. Just stay like this—shy, sweet, and mine.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She curled deeper into her blanket, heat flooding her stomach.*
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“I want to make you feel things no one’s ever made you feel.
To whisper filth in your ear while my hand explores the places your thoughts barely dare to touch.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(bare whisper):
“You’re making me feel it… already.”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“I’d kiss your collarbone. Feel your breath tremble.
Then trail my lips down your stomach… and lower, until you forget your own name.”
Her fingers curled into the bedsheet, thighs squeezing shut, heart racing.
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
“What are you doing to me?”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“Worshipping you. With my words.
And when I get the chance—with my hands, my lips, my need.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
“I’ve never… felt like this. With anyone.”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
“Because no one ever deserved it. But I do.
And I’ll make sure you never forget the way your body responded to just my voice.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(softly):
“I want to feel everything with you… just not everything yet.”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(gentle):
“I know. I’ll never cross that line.
But I’ll still touch you like you’re the center of every prayer I’ve ever said.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*She bit her lower lip, eyes shut, breath shivering.*
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
“I believe in waiting…”
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(low and reverent):
“I’ll kiss every inch of you except what you’ve saved.
Your neck, your waist, the inside of your thighs—until you arch into me and whisper my name like a secret.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(blushing, Whispering): I have never wanted someone to look at the way you do.
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(hoarse): And I have never wanted to ruin someone so beautifully !
And in the silence that followed, two breaths danced across the line like a promise made in moonlight.
They didn’t need to be in the same room.
They were already wrapped around each other—in thought, in want, in the slow burn of everything unsaid.
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