"Intezaar krenge aapka " He said in his hoarse voice. Leaning towards her.
"Krte rahiye intezar hum nhi aane wale " She said in a firm tone.
"Aaogi" He said with confidence.
"Nhi ayenge " She stated.
"Thik hai fir hum intezaar hi kr lete hai " H...
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The day was hectic and more to that my father, baba was outbursted. I thank God that the matter didn't stretched more.
But there is something which is still eating me alive out of curiosity.
I sighed while sitting on the sofa, the saree and jewellery were heavy. I removed my earrings and put it on the glass table in front of me.
I removed the bangles and was removing my necklace.
Urghhhh?! Why isn't it opening? Khul jaaa!
I sighed.
I got up and stood in front of the mirror and tried again.
Mummyyy! I almost shouted in frustration.
"Kya ye Allah ka banda aapki koi madad kr skta hai? " I heard a familiar voice from behind. It was him .
(Can this servant of allah could help?)
He roams around me everywhere like electrons revolve around Nucleus of an atom.
Chemistry ? Science?
Dr. Things.
I nodded silently.
He took steps towards me and I turned my back to his front. My bun was messed up so i removed the pins, resulting my hairs to fall freely over my back.
I have long thick wavy hairs, though I always hated my hairs in childhood but growing up and accepting my body features made me fall in love with my body. Still I sometimes feels insecure about my eyes, though they are beautiful. People say. But, I couldn't make eye contact without wearing glasses.
Ezail seriously?
Yes!
I felt him pushing my hairs lightly in front. His fingers brushed my back. It felt awkwardly peaceful.
