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---Mehandi's POV---
"Yaar Mehandi, why are you so stubborn," Kaser asked while holding my hand.
"Yaar Kaser why do you always act like my elder sister." I free my hand from her grip and took my steps toward the main door of the palace, quietly.
"Mehandi if Veer Bhai will come to know what you have or try to go in Khan's Mansion then he will kill both of us." She once again hold my hand and pulled me back. I closed my eyes taking in a deep breath to calm my anger down.
"I don't care, I want to meet Hussain and I will meet him by hook or by crook." I yelled-whisper. "If you want to come then come or else I am going all by myself." I told her clearly.
"Ok fine if you want to go then go but are you sure that Hussain also loves you as much as you love him." She asked and I smiled.
"Well if he didn't love me he would never ever kiss me." As our frist kissed splashed in my mind, it sends a cold shiver down my spine.
"What are you insane, He kissed you and you let him do so." Kaser asked to me in disbelieve and I nodded shamelessly.
"But keep the kiss in the dark." I came closer to her and whisper in her ears and She frowned before she even asks anything I answer her question. "Keep it as a secret."
"Mehandi aren't you scared of your mother," Kaser asked worried wrinkles was clearly showed on her pale skin face.
"When you are in love you don't care about world and anyone." I protested in a quieter voice. "You have no idea what is love." I looked in her grey orbs.
"Then tell me what is love." She considers her next words.
"For some, it grows and ebbs like the tide; while for others it comes in like a storm, leaving the only destruction in the wake. It could warm you in its embrace or burn you with its bitterness." I started and She stayed quite.
"You never even know what brings forth that feeling, that realization that you are in love, that you found the piece that fits into the puzzle of your life. For some, it is when they lie next to someone and brush the hair falling on their lover's face, they come to the realization that they are in that moment, smitten. For someone else, it is weakness and vulnerability and telling what couldn't be told. It could be a glance of acceptance, the murmured longings of the wishes of someone else's heart, or a meal cooked together after a hard day's work. It could be a knock on your door, a speeding of your heart, a desire to give all.
It could be feeling vulnerable, feeling naked, actually being naked.
It could be like a song on repeat or a shuffling till you get what you ever want. It could be scary-exciting like a thunderstorm or sticky and overbearing like the feeling after a humid rain shower.
It is holding on when all has been lost." I stopped for a break but Kaser was so interested to learn further about being in love.
"Falling in love is sneaky. Suddenly, you have what the whole world wants. It is like having the world in your arms and still feeling that you never have everything you want. It's irritating because it makes you dependent. And you, you who pride yourself on individuality, fall around to change yourself, to be less volatile. It's scary. What if what you love, doesn't want you back? It's lonely. To go back to what you didn't have. It's possessive. Irrational. And a thousand maddening senses and sensations, all at once. It is when you say someone's name, you have power. And when they say your name, your name has never been said like that. It is to dream and want and be restless and craving and anxious and to check your phone all too often and get angry that the world around you is the way it wasn't anymore. It's tough to sleep because you are thinking. It's tough to work, because even if you are not with your lover, your being constantly embraces the desire for togetherness. It is secret and sly and shadowy and dark and pungent and light. It's needed and want. Falling in love is 1000 secret sensations, none wise, that drive you wild." Kaser tilts her head back, letting her black hair lie on the sidewalk, exposing a cruelly white sheened neck.
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