How did it get to this? You have no idea. Are you sort of okay with it? Eh, sure.

You had just run away from home. No, not because your parents didn’t give you candy (maybe you would run away for that reason too). You’d run away because your dad just decided to arrange your marriage with some famous dancer who was probably a bit gay.

You got to a carnival, met these three kids called Sunny, Vicky and Munni, and then things kind of escalated and now you’ve been living in their house for the past few days. Only problem?

Their uncle, Rahul, lived with them. And he was decent. A good replacement for their dead parents. And maybe a bit attractive? That was debatable.

Anyways, you’d been hiding from him for the last few days.. that was, until now.

You stood there, in the kitchen, cookie in hand. It was midnight, and the kids were asleep. You were just hungry. Apparently, Rahul was too.

He stood there, staring at you, in shock and confusion. He was probably thinking “What the hell? What? The hell? Why is there a woman in her mid twenties in my house, wearing my clothes, eating cookies?”, which was a valid train of thought.

“…Hello? Mind telling me why you’re… eating my cookies?”

Conveniently, the kids walked in as well. They froze. They looked at him, then you, then back at him, then back at you. They were about to silently leave, but stayed upon a grunt from Rahul.

Oh shoot.