❝When love is at its best,
One loves so much that
He cannot forget.❞
Years he spent loving her from afar. But she was out of his league, and for her, he was non-existent.
Now, when he is a successful Movie star, will his first love find a happy end...
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At night, Fareeha found herself reminiscing about the kiss again. In thoughts, her hand reached up, and she gently caressed her lips. The warmth and soft feel of his lips still lingered. So, this is how a man's lips feel. Involuntarily, she drew in a breath and imagined how a real kiss would feel. Lips, mouth, tongues, hands—and Sarfaraz's face popped into her mind.
She sat up on the bed, clenching the bed sheet.
"Chi, yuck, no!" Fareeha shook her head, then held her forehead. Maybe Sarfaraz was right. She was taking this non-kiss seriously. Why was she thinking about it? Was he thinking about it, too? Nah! He must have completely forgotten about it.
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Sarfaraz sat on a beanbag, drinking coffee and reading through the script. This time, he was going for a romantic thriller. For Dania, he had insisted he would play the villain and Akshay Makhwana be the hero. He sat back, took a sip, and stared at the script. Reading his romantic scene with the female lead, his mind raced to the kiss.
Fareeha met him today, and she seemed to be perfectly normal. Perhaps he was overthinking about it. Sarfaraz sighed. But then why was he even thinking about it?
His thought broke with loud rapid knocks at his bedroom door. Startled, he slipped from his seat and quickly bounced on his feet.
"Who is there?"
"It's me, you ass."
Sarfaraz frowned, turning to check the time. One in the night. Fareeha?
Cautiously, he approached the door and opened it. She stormed him and held the collar of his top.
"Give me back my ring."
"What?" Sarfaraz looked puzzled.
Fareeha seemed fresh as a daisy in a sleeveless palazzo set.
Her eyes blazing with angry tears.
Sarfaraz gulped.
"Why are you still wearing it?"
He fumbled, - "It is stuck."
She raised her eyebrows, - "Too bad, we will have to cut your finger."
