Crush Imagines Novels & Stories

"Not vodka. Anything but vodka." He laughed. "Two beers please!" He said, raising a hand to get the attention of the barkeep. "That's a better start than my last encounter already." "You mean that guy?" He pointed over the bar, where my former 'suitor' was already at work with another girl. Luckily, it seemed she wasn't having much of him either. "That guy's a prick. He's the whole reason I don't come to this place." I glanced at my new crush. "Yeah, I haven't seen you around before."

Akshitha and Sumathi also work their part. Akshitha is now busy cutting out her recent admiration's picture from a magazine. She has a problem called 'celebrity crush'. Over the years, she has crushed on many people. Her first celebrity crush was actor Vijay and then Hritik Roshan and then Surya and then she liked Virat Kohli and then Rana Daggubati. After him, it's now Yadav Rishid!

I’m even expecting for him to like pop a fuse and just combust in shame. “I don’t have a crush on you—go and fuck your conceited self.” He grumbled while folding the laundry in the living room as we watch some classic series of Tom and Jerry. If anyone has some kind of issue with what we are watching—they could fuck off. I fucking love Tom and Jerry. “You know, it’s really okay to have a crush on me, I mean, it’s just a crush. It’s not like we’re gonna have se—“

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.