AssalamoAlaikum.
I am back after two weeks and do not ask me how torturous they were for my friends. Their ears bleed. It was Irtiza and Sataish only in my head. I was struggling with tough writer's block.
Now when I realize that I am the cruelest human being on earth then I have decided to update.
Please check out the last update. today is the last day. Make it true for me. Please!
I am hindering no more. Enjoy.
No.
Please tell me how do you think about this chapter and please show up! I was back to last day constantly thinking to cease writing.
Thank you so much for tolerating me.
Allah Hafiz.
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"Sataish, can I get some more mayonnaise? I am conscious of my weight but you know that I am a foodie first." Her eyebrows arched for the second time.
"It is a strict no from my side."
"Just a teaspoon, please." His voice came closer.
"No. When do you have your first session today?"
"Mayonnaise. Only. Right. Now. " He pressed his fists on the working table in kitchen.
"You are whining like a school going kid." She now turned fully to his face and troubled expressions.
"And you look like strict warden standing at any traffic intersection." He fought back.
"You do not feel a little grumbled at this school boy thing? Not even this little?" She asked while using the two fingers of her hand.
"No." He said while looking for the bottle of his favourite sauce.
"It does not suit you." Biting her inner cheek she handed him the bottle reluctantly.
"What does then?" Picking the heavy bottle his lips turned into a smirk and she sensed trouble coming up.
"What?" She said in a low pretending-to-be-carefree tone.
Taking a step further he mumbled, "Then what does suit me? Tell."
Her heart beat raced for the reasons not known to her and the pink shade tinged her cheeks.
"Why are you so unpredictable?" Controlling the wind chimes ringing in her soul she asked.
"I am what that suits me, no?" Placing the bottle on the counter he switched his eyes to hers again.
"Yes. You are. Now please stop it." Chuckling in the end she tried to escape.
"It is not over yet." Blocking her way by his arm he said and the smirk again tickled her heart.
"What do you want from me, Irtiza?"
"Are you ready to give me already?" The gap between them decreased and her eyes lowered as the heat crept under her skin even without knowing what he meant.
"We are supposed to take silence as affirmative, right?" Playing with the braid on her shoulder he looked for confirmation in her shy eyeballs.
"Do you accept it?" His mischievous side was on fire again.
She was battling with insane emotions. It seemed as if her tongue was locked and its key drowned into the depth of seas.
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Duchowe"The end of your world?" Her eyes flooded with doubts. "The day when I stop loving you", his fingers trembled in her hand, "and the day is already here", tightly pressing his eyelids he said, "I cannot love you, Sataish". Where is the question of l...
