Rian leaned in, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tum apni chuni dedo. Mera kurta bhi kharab ho gaya hai... usko chhupayunga tumhari chuni se." ( You give me your chuni. My kruta is spoiled..so for hiding it i need your chuni ) Aanya's jaw dropped. "WHAT?!" She immediately clutched her dupatta tighter around herself. "Are you crazy? Yeh chuni meri outfit ka soul hai!" she hissed. ( This chuni is the soul of my outfit) Rian smirked, deliberately glancing at his juice-stained kurta. "Aur yeh kurta? Do din pehle silwaya tha. Ab dekh... courtesy of Miss Overdramatic. Bas thoda cover karna hai." (And this kruta? It was stitched two days ago . She ... Courtesy of Miss Overdramatic only little i have to cover)