[background ;; (off-track) Shivaay has his priorities sorted.]
PRIORITY
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"No, I don't like mint chocolates." Annika turned away the chocolate that her friend passed her. Her nose scrunches up cutely.
Shivaay swiped his phone open.
He opens the notepad and types a few words unaware of Rudra peeping in from over his shoulder.
Rudra gaped at his brother. Was his obsession with keeping things organised was acting up here too?
He eyed the list warily.
Point 79 ) No rayons
Point 80 ) She likes blue orchids
Point 81 ) No mint chocolates
He eyed the title of the note carefully. 'Priorities.' And he rolled his eyes.
Why do I feel like it is such a Shivaay thing to do?