Page 38 of Better Catch Up, Krishna Kumar

Omg I’m not going to make a pros and cons list to pick between two guys

@srishti_without_an_h

why not? it’s a perfectly good way to land upon a decision

ace peeps give really good romantic advice, you know that, which is why you should trust me on this

now will it be #krishudra or #krishrit? tune in to the next episode!

also, I should get some sleep, I’ve got to be up early tmmrw

when I get back on tuesday, tell me E V E R Y T H I N G

@notkrishnakumar

Pakka promise

I lie in bed with my phone facedown on my chest, Priti blissfully snoring next to me, andreallythink about it for a few moments.

A pros and cons list might be a good idea.

I pop open the Notes app and start typing. Except... I don’t type in anything besides their names. Because a second later I feel like the shittiest person in the world for making a pros and cons list about them.

Here I am, feeling awful, when IknowI’m not here to claim “the one.” I’m here to add some tadka to my unromantic life. Rudra is a distraction, and an unattainable one, at that.

The choice isn’t between Rudra and Amrit. The choice is whether to claim my kiss.Withoutdrama. And Rudra comes with drama.

Which is why I finally set aside my phone, settle into the blankets, and shut my eyes.

10

Call 911—This Jain Boy Eats Meat!

Pune, Saturday

Somebody throws a sock in my face. It reekssobad, I’m yanked through all the stages of sleep and into consciousness in a split second. Hell, the Big Bang took more time.

I gag, sit up, grab the disgusting thing by its hem, and fling it as far away as I humanly can.

I’m going to kill Priti.

“Thank god,” she says, picking up the horrid thing and stuffing it in her backpack.

She’s fully dressed in a pair of sage-green camo pants and a black tee that’s knotted at the front, baring her abs. She’s wearing a black choker to match and a pair ofPhantom of the Operamask earrings she designed herself. Her hair is blow-dried and adroitly messy, and her eyes are lined with deep-black kajal and graphic liner, as always.

When did she even get ready?

“What thehellis wrong with you?” I yell, punching the blankets. I absolutelydetestbeing woken up early. I got so little sleep last night (yes, it’s my fault, but it’s not like I did something bad enough to warrant getting socked in the face! Literally!).

“We are leaving in five minutes. So get your ass up and out of bed.”

Again, what is herproblem? Why is she so desperate to be on schedule?I’msupposed to be the one eager to get to Goa on time.

“Fuck you! We are not leaving. It’s, what...” I grab my phone and glare at the screen. “Ohmygod. You threw asockin my face at seven thirty a.m.! I’m going to murder—”

I’m interrupted by a sudden snort.

I frown, turning to the side, and am mortified to findRudraseated on the sofa, his legs propped up on the glass table. He’s wearing a loose half-sleeved maroon T-shirt and a pair of jeans and has a huge grin on his face. He looks so hot—especially because his hair is in a man bun this time—I forget for a moment that he’s been there this whole time.