A/n pov:
Saturday 4:30 am
Harsha peacefully so rhi hoti hai her heart feeling at peace she feeling safe and warm in her blanket when
*Knock Knock*
Harsha itni gehri neend main hoti hai ke usse kuch sunai nahi deta
*Knock Knock Knock Knock*
Iss baar Harsha ki need khul jaati hai aur woh uthti hai
Harsha- k- kya time ho raha hai
Woh apne phone mein time check karti hai aur thoda dar jaati hai
Harsha- 4:33 iss waqt kaun hoga
Harsha thodi der sochti hai aur phir bed ki bahar nikal kar gate ke pass jaati hai
Harsha- k- kaun hai?
*Knock Knock Knock*
Harsha- m- maine pucha kaun hai
Harsha thoda ghabra kar tez aawaz mein bolti hai
Harsha- Batao kaun hai Varna main chilla doongi
Raj- Harsha it's me
Harsha- Raj?
Harsha bolke turant door kholt hai aur Raj andar aata hai
Harsha- What are you doing here at this time?
Raj-I told you today is the day of our first date
Harsha- seriously Raj it's not even day right now it's early morning I was sleeping
Raj-hey believe you won't regret it ok
Harsha- but
Raj- shhhh
Raj Harsha ko wall par pin karke bolta hai
Raj- do as I say love I told you you won't regret it.....so now go get ready
Yeh sunke Harsha ki body shiver karti hai aur woh turant ready hone chali jaati hai aur raj sofa par baith jaata hai
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Harsha- aah what to wear right now
Harsha neend main whine karti hai aur usse phir se yaad aata hai
Raj- you look better in indian clothes
Harsha- kamse kam mujhe zyaada sochna to nahi padega
Harsha bolke ek kurti unthaati hai aur change karke apna simple makeup karti hai
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