Bonus #1: Aahan & Nikita

                                    

                                          
Aahan POV
"You know the plan, right?" I clarify.
"I will kick your ass if you ask me again." Anish threatened.
I scoffed, "As if you could ever."
"I will-"
"How about we do this later?" Sheela suggested.
"Sorry." Anish flushed. I had to suppress a cackle. The attempt at suppression did work and I did, in fact, cackle. Anish glared. Exactly, that's all you can do. I stuck my tongue at him.
Right now, I was right outside Nikita's room and had to knock.
I didn't knock. I just stared at the door.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, Anish moved to knock the door but I blocked it and knocked instead. Sibling thing.
The door opened. Nikita stood at the door, an airpod in one ear, open hair cascading in waves, and she was in ripped jeans and a white shirt with daisies on it. She had a silver necklace with a heart, and matching earrings. She also had a flower bracelet.
She removed the airpod and said, "Are you guys throwing me a surprise birthday? Cause I think you forgot Sheela and I have the same birthday and you let her in on the surprise. And out birthday isn't until like 3 months."
"Uhh, no. J-Just a party." Sheela said, casually.
"Okay, where we going? I gotta change according to it." Nikita said.
"Actually, this is perfect." I said. I did not sound breathless. SCORE.
"Cool. Lets go then. One sec." She went into her room and switched off her computer before grabbing a purse and said, "'kay. Ready."
"What were you doing?" I ask as we walk down the stairs.
"Designing a few dresses." Nikita shrugged. "Got a few orders."
"You are being paid to design dresses?" I blink at her.
"No." She says, "I have to make them too."
"Do they know how old you are?" I ask.
"Probably not but why does it matter?" She narrows her eyes at me.
"I-It doesn't! No, I-I meant like, people would judge or be bias or something." I stutter.
"I know, honestly, don't knock it till you tried it." Nikita shrugs and I nod.
"Let's go by bikes!" Sheela says as she and Anish get on one.
"Cool." I say and start mine.
"I'm still mad that you guys get to do this, illegally while I'm not allowed to sit on the front seat of a car at all." Nikita complains, putting the helmet on.
"Hold on." I say, and start my bike.
I enjoy the speed, the breeze and the completely empty highway where me and Anish are doing zig-zags and slow down, just a bit so that Nikita and Sheela can hold out their hands.
"We're here!" Sheela sighs and we all get off our bikes.
"Yep, we travelled all the way to a middle of nowhere and we are here!" Nikki says with faux-cheeriness, "In a petrol pump!"
"We are getting food then going back to my place." I explain.
"Our place." Anish corrects and I roll my eyes.
"What are we ordering, petrol?" Nikita says, narrowing her eyes.
"McDonalds." Anish supplies.
"There's a McDonalds literally a few minutes away from my place." Nikki says.