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ho, faasle naa de ki main hoon aasare tere bataa de kaise main jiyoonga tere binaa?
aazama raha muje kyun?
aa bhee jaa kaheen se ab too kaise main jiyoonga tere binaa?
seene mein jo dhadakanen hain, tere naam pe chale hain kaise main jiyoonga tere binaa?
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It’s been three days since Shayan has spoken to me.
Whenever I try to engage him, he only hums in response.
Despite his silence, he takes care of me meticulously, tending to my needs like a baby.
Physically, I’m feeling much better now, but the emotional distance is unbearable.
Each time I try to initiate a conversation, he walks away before I can say anything.
Things are definitely not okay, and I’m running out of patience.
I miss hearing him call me
"MERI JAAN." I need to do something to bridge this gap.
An idea strikes me, a plan to bring him back to me.
I hope it works.
As Shayan left for the office, I found myself sitting in the same spot, lost in my thoughts for most of the day.
Realizing I needed to take action, I finally got up and headed to the kitchen, determined to make things right.
I decided to prepare all of Shayan's favorite dishes.
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Her Love His Peace
RomanceHe was her bacha , She was his jaan. She was never loved , he don't have any body to feel loved. He was her saviour and she was too his saviour. He lost hope to be loved, she was dying to give her love He was never soft spoken, she spoke like a sto...
