Somebody write something on RAINA, please. RAINA. Anything. I’m begging.
Can you just—like—give it to me? Pretty please? I’ve been writing and writing and slow-burning and emotionally traumatizing RAINA for MONTHS. And today? I just want to read. I want to sit back, eat a snack, and scream over someone else’s take on my OTP. Give me anything. A one-shot. A forehead touch. A chaotic jungle confession. I’ll take crumbs. I want something fresh. Something not from my own emotionally exhausted brain. For the love of samosas, Naina’s red saree, and Raj‘s ‘Naina Ah Singh’ like he owns her entire soul — FEED ME. I’m tired. I’m dramatic. And I am so worth it. ”
—Ayesha