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[color=#DDCC22][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Amoli Varma[/sub][/center][indent][indent][hr][hr][/indent][/indent][indent][indent]Ever since she was a child, Amoli Varma has been fascinated with all things hair and makeup. Therefore, it came as no surprise to anyone in her family when the young woman decided to go to cosmetology school after their family had relocated from India to the United States. None of the Varmas even batted an eye when she came bursting through their front door one afternoon, raving excitedly about her new position as a hairdresser at one of the local salons. Like a few other Le Bazaar employees, Amoli had every Sunday off; while she'd usually spend this day out shopping or drinking with her girlfriends, Amoli had decided to spend this particular Sunday performing a groundbreaking, cutting-edge surgery. At least, that was what she believed it to be. 

Kavan Varma was no stranger to haircuts; growing up, he'd visit the barbershop with his father once every six months for a quick trim and shape up. Obviously, this did not continue on into Kavan's teen years; the young man actually grew to be quite fond of his long, dark hair, and preferred to rock it as long as he could handle for the past couple of years. But never in a [i]million years[/i] did Kavan ever think that he'd be letting his older sister anywhere near his head with a pair of scissors. In fact, if you would have told him a couple of weeks ago that he'd be spending a Sunday morning sitting in one of the chairs in Amoli's in-home hair salon, he'd tell you that you'd smoked one too many crack pipes. But there he was.

He kept his eyes trained on the floor as he listened to the unnerving sound of her scissors snipping away; his lips thinned into a tight line as he watched his thick locks of hair fall at his feet. Amoli was nearly finished when she finally began to speak to her little brother, though as soon as she did, he immediately wished that she had chosen to keep her mouth shut. [color=gray][b]"So, what made you finally agree to letting me cut your hair all of a sudden, Raj?"[/b][/color] the young woman said with a smirk, [color=gray][b]"I couldn't help but overhear you talking with Archer on the phone earlier this morning. You mentioned something about him coming over... Wanna look good for your little [i]boyfriend,[/i] huh?"[/b][/color] It wasn't unusual for Amoli to make remarks such as this one; ever since she'd gotten the slightest hint that her little brother had a bit of a crush on one of his closest friends, she'd put in a great deal of effort in teasing him about it. And although Kavan had never outright told her about his subtle feelings for Archer, that didn't stop her from always bringing it up. [color=gray][b]"Are you finally gonna stop being a little [i]kutiya[/i] and tell him how you feel?"[/b][/color]

[color=#851309][b]"You should focus more on, you know, [i]cutting my hair[/i] instead of trying to give me relationship advice,"[/b][/color] Kavan said with a sigh as he shut his eyes, [color=#851309][b]"And maybe stop listening in on my phone conversations, too. Besides, this doesn't have anything to do with Archer, okay? Maybe I just woke up this morning wanting to make a change..."[/b][/color] This, despite Amoli's doubts, happened to be absolutely true. While he still wasn't exactly sure what pushed him to finally give in to his sister's begging and pleading, he ultimately decided that perhaps cutting his hair wasn't such a bad idea after all. [color=#851309][b]"Plus, it's not like you don't need the practice, bahan."[/b][/color] Of course, this earned Kavan a swift smack on the back of his neck; he simply laughed as his sister pulled away his cape and turned him around to face the mirror.

To say he was impressed would be a bit of an understatement; while he always assumed that his sister was as good at cutting hair as she constantly said she was, he'd never gotten the opportunity to witness any of her handiwork firsthand. [color=gray][b]"Damn, I'm good,"[/b][/color] the young woman said with a small grin as she used her fingers to make a few final touches. [color=gray][b]"It's been so long since I've seen you without that [i]mop[/i] on your head. You don't even look like yourself anymore, [i]bhaee[/i]. I can actually see your face now."[/b][/color] Kavan simply nodded his head, for his sister happened to be right. The shorter style, while still draping a bit over one side of his face, showcased the young man's facial features more than before; he appeared more fresh and sharp. After uttering a quick thank you, Kavan began to rise from his seat, only to be pushed back down by his sister. [color=gray][b]"Oh no, you thought that I was finished?"[/b][/color] Amoli said with a sly smile, [color=gray][b]"You're not leaving until I see what I can do about this facial hair."[/b][/color]
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