His eyes were neither too dark nor too light, a shade where solace resides-the kind that could both ignite you like fire and freeze you like ice, evoking feelings you've never experienced before.
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"meri nazar kaa safar tujh pe hee aa ke ruke kehne ko baaqi hai kya ,kehna tha jo kah chuke meri nigaahen hain teri nigaahon pe tuje khabar kya bekhabar main tujhse hee chhup-chhup kar teri aankhen padhtee hoon kaun tuje yoon pyaar karega jaise main karti hoon"
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He was waiting for her at the airport, and as soon as he spotted her, a smile lit up his face.
Seeing him, she rushed towards him, asking as soon as she reached him,
"Kisi se tarr vaar bhide hai , koi bhabhi dhundhi hain mere liye , ya abhi bhi khadus ban kar ghum rahe ho"
He frowned upon hearing her words and replied, "Badtameez, aese baat karte hain bade bhai se "
She made a face upon hearing him and suddenly hugged him, whispering, "I miss you so much, Aman Bhai."
Gautam smiled and hugged his little sister, Mishti, before driving them towards their mansion.
As the doorbell rang, Nishta went to open the door. Upon seeing her beautiful sister-in-law, she smiled widely, wanting to scream in excitement, but Mishti hushed her and asked about her mother.
"Mummy ji is in the kitchen," Nishta whispered, and Mishti nodded, making her way towards the kitchen with slow steps.
Chaaya was busy cooking breakfast, and she gasped when she felt two arms surrounding her waist.
"Kaisi ho papa ki biwi?" Mishti whispered near her ears, and she smiled widely, instantly turning and cupping her daughter's face.
"Dara hi diya tumne mish , bataya kyu nahi aa rahi ho " her mother asked lovingly, her eyes turning a little moist.
"Amaniya ko bataya tha" Mishti laughed, and her mother took her to the hall, shouting,
"Girish, Vish, Shravan, look who's here!" Mishti chuckled at her mother's excitement.
