It's a romcom story of 2 sisters and their bestfriend,Whose life gets tangled with Mir brothers of a well affluent family.
"I don't believe in love,I'd rather have a cold heart than a broken one! Because pleasure of love lasts for a moment but pain...
The pictures I'm using are not exactly the same I wanted. But I'm using the closest I found.
🎶Jabse mile ho tum mujhee Ban gaye ho tumhi jahaaan... Aage jaane se pehle dil ik dafaa sochleee~🎶
HAPPY READING 💖😄
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Zayan's pov:
Faiza came near me stumbling a little while I hold her for support and when I asked her if she's drunk then the next thing I know she did is pressed her lips on MINE while wrapping her arms around my neck. I was SHOOK. I know she is doing this being drunk and she is not in her proper senses. I also know she is going to regret this. I just stood their straight without moving even an inch.
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As I didn't kissed her back she glid her hands down to the collar of my shirt trying to pull me down. I couldn't control myself as I closed my eyes and kissed her back.
The kiss that she has started is slow, sweet and magical. Slowly it was turning into a passionate one. As our lips met for the first, I knew I was hooked, I knew I was through. The way her lips felt against mine. Soft and gentle, yet so full of fire. It's not just a kiss it's so much more that I can't convey in words. As we break the kiss to breathe in the needed amount of oxygen. Faiza turned around to look at Roohi who is still standing there shamelessly gawking at us. Thank God there was no one in the lobby at the moment except the three of us.
"Stay away from my fiancee". Faiza said in a stern voice.
"You are-" Roohi was about to say something but my girl didn't let her finish, "I'm his fianceé his future wife and it's better if you keep this inside your little brain".
Roohi stare at me for a moment as I sighed. I placed my hand on Faiza's waist as she was unable to stand properly. Tears started streaming down her eyes again god knows why! Clenching her fists in anger she went into the elevator. I hope she got the message clear that I BELONG TO THIS GIRL, who is right now not able to stand properly on her feet. As the elevator went down I look at Faiza. My gazes went towards her lips with no stained of lipstick and I remember our kiss which happened just a few moments ago. As realisation hit me I felt a little bad. The kiss was initiated by her only but being drunk.
