Hey Ranveer. I'm sure you know you're beautiful, and probably the finest specimen of the Indian male to ever exist.
I MEAN...
And I love, love, LOVE that you have no fucks to give.
I was totally behind you during your fedora phase, as difficult as it was.
I even understood, if not related to, your addiction to aggressively printed suits.
Even when you suddenly devolved to shorts-suits. I forgave you. You do you.
But finally, you've crossed even my lenient lines. You're going to have to set a better example for members of the public.
Because WHAT IS THIS? Did a child's bed sheet throw up on you?
We can't have the haters rippin' on you, man.
When you don't know what to do with your unused bedsheet.
And we can't have people comparing you to Harry fuckin' Styles.
What is up with these men? One Direction's #HarryStyles and #RanveerSingh take quirky to another level. Yay or Nay?
You're a BAMF and don't deserve to be treated like a joke by heathens like KRK.
This is one more proof that Ranveer singh is Man+woman= Double Dholki.
Don't worry tho, we've found you the perfect solution:
