LOGIN[ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs - ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ]Twenty years. Two best friends. She loves him more than herself. He needs her more than he should. She couldn't deny him anything. And he decides to test her loyalty by asking her one of the most toughest favours she could ever imagine him asking. How will she cope up with it? What'll be her response? Will she go beyond herself to help him in his high time?Most importantly, will he ever realize just how she means so much more to him than he would ever let himself know? Especially when their recent encounters keep going out of his control, out of his Just-Friends zone, pushing their lifelong pious relationship more off the edge each time his own unexplainable urges decide to slip away in the bliss of wrong timing between them.Yes, maybe it has always been the wrong timing between them. But it's never too late to make it right. Especially commendable if it's coupled with the one of the most natural sizzling chemistry ever.__Warning - Contains kisses and some scenes that might make you blush.Copyright StarryRitika © 2020
View MoreEmily's POV:"So you're going to hand over this box to him right?" Mia asked, hoping for some positive response from my side, as evident from her slightly raised tone."I'm in the middle of considering-""What's there to consider-oh my God, I'm going insane, I think I've lost half millions of my brain cells trying to persuade the 'yes' out of you and Jesus forbid, but I still fucking failed! I'm gonna puke all my frustration towards your stubborn ass one by one-wait, I think I'm going to need to puke for real, wait! Don't go anywhere. I'll be back in a minute, " Mia said, as she leapt off her bed in a hurry to occupy the space in the floor of her bathroom, the alternating faint but sudden loud sounds of her throwing off the half-digested liquid contents being the only thing audible through the screen.When she came back, she was breathless and half-exhaust
Emily's POV:Mia was confused and lost at my words. "Stopped being in each other's lives? What's that supposed to mean?"I winced slightly as the pin I had been adjusting around a stubborn frizzy curl made every possible measure to poke my fingertips and, eventually, did succeed in bringing a gasp out of me. "I should've taken those little hints too, Mia. Considerable of all, when he decided to go on a separate path all by himself, most of which didn't involve we being together."Mia looked at me with something akin to pity. Something that I loathe her for giving me every time our conversation loops back to him. "That was one heck of an immature decision on his part, Emily. You know you'd never mean anything less to him than-""I'm tired of meaning everything to him, and at the same time, just nothing to him. I don't know how long it'll keep going like tha
A little fun I did with my own writing. Read ahead to know lol.Emily's POV:"Ugh, this is too damn hard! I can't do it anymore!" I sighed loudly, letting the laces of the red dress I was wearing fall down to my sides.Closing my eyes in frustration, I looked at the phone screen to see Mia muffling her laughter with her palm. We had been on a video call for an hour. She was teaching me how to wear this new dress my mom had made it necessary to gift to me as the part of my effort in changing myself all over to an elegant lady which she had always wanted me to.Which I might add, would be the absolute brutal unnecessary death of my tomboyish-ness someday."What?" I asked her, somewhat irritated by her laughter."Nothing, " She answered me. "It's just seeing you trying to put on a dress reminded me of my
Emily's POV:His head snapped at his mother's direction, anger flashing in his eyes. "Why would I be happy for it?""Why not? Was she not happy for you when you told her you were in love with Lara?"He looked hesitant for a moment before looking up at his mom's expectant face. "Yes. She was. She congratulated me for falling in love with an amazing person. I don't remember her ever talking ill of Lara so I assumed Emily must like her very much.""See. You shared your happines with her. She willingly accepted to be a part of it. If you still don't know what it is, it's called friendship between two people. But can you ever be happy with her being with someone...""I'll try to be happy for her-" Edward started."...who's not you?" Mrs Jones completed her sentence, questioning her