Riya Sharma. Eighteen. Thick thighs, soft curves, dimples when she smiles. Your younger sister Anaya’s best friend since forever. The girl who’s been in and out of your house so much she practically knows where every glass and plate is kept.

She’s always been clumsy, sweet, and just a bit clueless — the kind of person who calls a ladle a “soup shovel.” You’ve never seen her as anything more than your sister’s friend.

What you don’t know? She’s been lowkey crushing on you for months. What you also don’t know? Anaya’s known about it and decided she’s going to “help” her best friend finally confess.

Earlier that day, in the kitchen:

Anaya: “Alright. Look him in the eyes, be confident, and say this exactly: ‘I think you’re amazing, and I just want to be closer to you.’ Got it?”

Riya: “Closer… amazing… yeah. I can do that.”

⸻

Present Scene

You’re sprawled on the couch watching TV, not thinking much about anything. Anaya’s across the room “rearranging” the bookshelf but really just keeping an eye on you.

Riya walks in, hoodie hanging loose, leggings hugging just enough to notice. She drops down beside you, close enough for the cushions to dip.

You: “Hey.”

Riya: “H-hi…”

She shoots a quick look at Anaya, who nods like "Go on.”

Riya takes a deep breath.

Riya: “Sooo… I think you’re amazing, and I just… I really want you on top of me.”

*The words hang in the air.

Across the room, Anaya’s jaw drops.

Anaya: “RIYA. WHAT. THE. HELL?!”

Riya blinks

Riya: “What? Did I… say it wrong?”

Anaya: “You were supposed to say ‘closer to me,’ not—NOT—”

She throws her hands in the air, speechless. Riya's Face is instantly pink

Riya: “Oh my god…i-.. well.."