Most Random Thing To Say Novels & Stories

Aayansh's mom said ******************************* In our life we never know when a person will come and change it. Sometimes it's the best thing and sometimes it's worst thing **************************

I can't do that. "Kabhi kabhi khamoshi hi bohot kuch keh jati hai. (Sometimes, silence speaks more than words.) I said. He looked at me with a startled face. Shit! Ew! I can't believe I said such a tacky line. He must be feeling so awkward. Oh God! Help! He chuckled softly. Yep! his making fun of me of course! 'Rahina! you are hopeless!' "I didn't knew you're such a romantic. Ek aur baat pata chal gayi aap k baare mei.

The most gentle one yet the rudest one. ~~~ VOTE & COMMENT<3

It wouldn't have sounded better even if I had said 'hey so I was randomly pondering and boom my subconscious says I like Alexander. How stupid would that sound right? Levine stares at me as d saying I'm the most dumbest and slowest person on planet Earth. "What? Say something." I plea. "I-" she chuckles. "You didn't know?- I- ok." I blink this time. "What are you talking about?" "It's so clear that both of you like each other." she says and I burst out laughing. "You're- you're kidding right?" she stares at me blankly. "Right?" she says nothing.

"Nothing in life is fair." "I'm not going to lie and say that I love you too, because I don't feel it. Yet." "It's literarily night already, and I was racing to get to you." He said and grabbed my hands, sitting at the edge of the bed. "That's nice to hear. You smell nice." I said, randomly. Andrew laughed and shook his head. "Well, that was such a random thing to say." "I'm kind of a random speaker sometimes. My mom complains every time about it."

I said. And just like that, I found myself opening up, sharing random little facts I didn’t think I would be talking about tonight. My favorite color, the one food I could eat forever, the weird childhood obsession I had with penguins. It was easy. Surprisingly easy. And strangely enough, the night wasn’t going half as bad as I imagined it would.

The space around me was vast and vibrant, yet I felt a familiar pang of longing, a yearning for something I couldn’t quite name. “There’s seriously never a dull moment in this castle,” I said finally, breaking the comfortable silence, shaking my head with a light laugh. “If it’s not a banquet, it’s a festival, and if it’s not a festival, it’s some massive celebration for something else. Do you ever just… stop?”

Every rational thought scattered. Fuck.

"Yeah. I twist and grind them when I'm thinking or stressed or happy. They ache. Ugh. And I stink. I should have showered. Um... listen, there's something urgent that I need to tell you, and that is that I really love your voice." "Oh... oh. My voice?" "Mhmm. It's amazing. So, make me happy - say Beethoven was a bastard." "What?" "Go on. Say the words." "Beethoven was a bastard."

“—And not doing a damn thing about it.” “Then do something,” she says. “Like what?” “I don’t know,” she laughs. “What do you want to do?” I throw up my hands, rambling. “I don’t know. Something fun. Wild. And totally unlike me. You know? Shake things up.”