AY HAIRAT-E-AASHIQUI
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"Someone you haven't even met or known yet, is wondering what it had be like to know someone like you........."
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Two individuals with different upbringing but more or less with similar traditional ethical values, are brou...
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"When people are truly open and intimate with each other art happens. Intimacy as art. Disarming fragility as art. The dialogue of hearts as art................."
The clock struck seven in the evening as Vatsal finally made his way back home, his shoulders heavy with the weight of the day's challenges. The apartment was quiet when he entered, save for the faint hum of some song plaing in the outer room.
Kyon urdu farshi bolte hoooooooo Dus kehte ho do taulte ho Jhoton ke shanshaaa bolo na Kabhi jhaako meri ankhen Kabhi jhaako meri ankhen Sunaaye ek dastaan Jo hooton se kholona Aye hairathe ashiqui Jaga mat pairon se zameen Zameen laga mat...
Shubhita, who had been waiting eagerly for his return, opened the door with a bright smile on her face. "Welcome home," she said warmly.
He managed a weak smile in return. "Hey." He dropped his bag by the door and made his way to the chair, sinking into it with a tired sigh.
Her expression quickly turned to one of concern. "You look exhausted. Bad day?"
"Yeah, just a headache," he admitted, rubbing his temples. "Work was rough."
Without another word, Shubhita disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a glass of water. "Here, take this," she said, handing it to him.
Vatsal took the glass gratefully. "Thanks."
But she wasn't done. "You need a good head massage," she declared. "Get changed, and be back here soon."
"No!"
"What no? It should be yes. Yes?"
"Yes!"
"Good! Sit up straight. I'll get some oil." Before he could protest, she was gone again, reappearing moments later with a small bottle of oil when he too changed his clothes.
She poured a bit into her hands, warming it up. "Now, just relax," she instructed, standing in front of him.
He sighed, giving in. He watched her as she began to apply the oil to his scalp, her fingers working their magic. Her touch was gentle yet firm, and almost immediately, he felt some of the tension start to melt away.
As she continued, Vatsal couldn't help but notice the way her peach coloured kurti was hugging her body, accentuating her curves. She was standing close, her neck and the upper part of her body directly in his line of sight. He suddenly felt a flush of heat that had nothing to do with the massage.
Trying to distract himself, he decided to tease her, looking away, "You know, you're pretty bossy for someone who's supposed to be helping me relax."
She rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, hush. You love it."
