"For the ones who dream of stranger worlds."
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"Dil Ke Rishte Kismat Se Milte Hai,
Warna Mulakaat To Hazaron Se Hoti Hai."
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She stood in awe, her eyes fixed on the breathtaking view before her. The sun painted the rolling hills with a g...
🖤"Uske hath me rachi hai mehendi mere naam ki, Aur yeh dil hai kambakht, kisi aur ke naam par dhadak raha hai!."🖤
("Her hand is adorned with henna of my name, and this stubborn heart is still beating for someone else's name!")
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The constellation of stars etched on her palms emits its own glow. The scent of mehendi, wafting through the air, whispers a different narrative, laden with many untold reasons. His name engraved on her hands, as if claiming ownership! It's a sight of beauty. And she radiates like those enchanting brides adorned in flowers from head to toe!
•||"In the Shadows of Tomorrow: A Heart's Farewell"||•
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The clock seemed to be ticking slowly, but the conversation persisted, prioritizing the resolution of all issues now rather than dwelling on them later.
The cafe was buzzing with activity as the soon-to-be-married couple engaged in serious discussions, while the newly acquainted strangers, still ajnabis to eachother, sat awkwardly across from each other, evading conversation and eye contact. Sipping on each other's chosen beverages, the inevitable moment arrived where, as it's widely acknowledged, it's usually the guys who initiate conversation to break the silence.
"So, what's your name, miss?" Mizan asked, mustering up all his bravery. It's not that he lacks courage or is scared of conversing with women, he just tends to be a bit shy around them. And hey, don't assume he's all sugar and spice, the nice guy type. It's just that he's aware that once he starts talking, his sarcasm and quirky side tend to take over.
"Aapse matlab?" Alvina questioned, squinting her eyes. Yeah, my girl is a bit peculiar and blunt. Don't misunderstand her; she's only sweet to those she knows well, I mean, only good for those who are nice to her.
"Kafi ajeeb naam nahi hai aapka? Koi baat nahi, shayad new generation ka naam hoga," Mizan remarked, nonchalantly taking a sip of his drink.
Alvina's blood boiled at the comment, and one could almost see the red steam coming off her ears if it weren't for her wearing a hijab. But my girl knows better than to make a scene.
Alvina maintained her composure, her eyes flashing with a mix of annoyance and restraint. With a subtle nod and a composed smile, she replied, "Koi baat nahi uncle, dheere dheere aap new generation ke names bhi seekh jayenge," her tone light but dripping with sarcasm.
Mizan snorted, rather than getting angry, he appreciated her attitude. It's not every day he encounters a girl who is so bold. "Aapke naam se shuruwat karte hai seekhne ki, kyu?" he asked, innocently smiling, a small smirk evident on his face.
Alvina huffed and shot him a tight smile before dismissing the man in front of her, focusing on sipping her coffee. "Mohtarma bol bhi de, naam hi poch raha ho, aapki property mere naam karne toh nahi bol raha." He chuckled, clearly enjoying getting under her skin.
