❝When love is at its best,
One loves so much that
He cannot forget.❞
The years he spent loving her from afar. She was out of his league, also for her, he was non-existent.
Now, when he is a successful Movie star, will his first love find a happy en...
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"ACTION!"
As the bike drove off the ledge, the sound of gunfire filled the air, each shot hitting its mark with precision. The goons were dropping like flies, their bodies collapsing to the ground. As he expertly navigates his bike, the hero effortlessly bashes the villains, each strike landing with a satisfying thud. Whenever the goons tried to attack him, he would effortlessly defend himself by delivering swift kicks with his legs. Finally, when all of them fell to the ground, he screeched his bike to a halt, feeling the vibrations reverberate through his hands.
Sarfaraz removed his helmet and showed off his pearly whites to the camera. The director's face cracked into a wide grin. He then gestured for the heroine to run into the hero's arms.
Sarfaraz was ready with his lines and immersed in the scene. He placed the helmet on his bike and heroically got down the bike. When he looked in front, expecting his heroine to walk to him. He was surprised to find Dania walking gracefully towards him. Sarfaraz froze.
In the breathtaking glow of the setting sun, she appeared like an ethereal being in a stunning white off-shoulder gown with a high slit, gracefully gliding in high heels. Her lustrous, straight hair danced in the artificial breeze. With an alluring smile, she exuded confidence as she approached him. A smile played across her face, radiating a sense of sensuality.
Chandan bit his nails, waiting for Sarfaraz to say his lines or even move a muscle.
Dania loosely wrapped her arms around his neck, staring lovingly at him.
"Oh, Advay! We did it. We fought the goons." She leaned closer, their faces inches apart.
"There is something I desperately need to confess." She lowered her gaze to his lips, then looked into his eyes.
Sarfaraz smiled a little. Dania tilted her head and breathed against his lips, - "I love you."
He gently wrapped one arm around her waist, and with the other, he brushed off strands of hair from her face. She bit her lip.
"I love you too. I love you very much."
Chandan and the cameraman gape at each other, - "What is he blabbering?"
Sarfaraz leaned in closer, completely captivated by the magnetic allure of her rich, chocolate-brown eyes and the irresistible temptation of her full, enticing lips. With a gentle smile, Dania entwined her fingers behind his neck, drawing him nearer, and slowly parted her lips. Sarfaraz hesitated for a moment, his breath catching, before tenderly brushing his lips against hers. As she smiled shyly, her warmth and encouragement enveloped him. Closing his eyes, he inhaled the delicate floral scent of her perfume, feeling a rush of excitement. Their faces perfectly angled as Dania leaned in even closer, their breath mingling as their lips met. Responding to her unspoken invitation, Sarfaraz hesitantly parted his lips, feeling the soft curve of her smile against his. At that moment, his heart raced with a mixture of nervousness and joy, a first-time fluttering sensation in the pit of his stomach. Despite his hands turning cold, he maintained a steady, reassuring hold on the curves of her waist, cherishing every moment of their lingering embrace.
