"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...
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AssalamoAlaikum,
Happy new year to all! May this year brings the best for, Ameen!
This chapter is finally here after a series of my duels with the internet connection.
No more hindrances!
Do not forget to tell me your views in end!
Exclamation mark game is on its peak these days!
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Take care!
SEMESTER BREAK AND THE WHOLE FIFTEEN DAYS OF WATTPADING!!!!!!!!
Allah Hafiz.
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He had recovered fully in the next twenty days and it was fine for him to travel again. The realization of getting a healthy handful of days for the time to come with his ever loving wife whose left corner of lip used to burry in the skin whenever she smiled was a blessing he had counted at the top.
Who does not want to live? Circumstances lead us to pray for death but deep inside we all have a deep desire to see time coming, to see the unusual happening.
Now when they were destined to fly for Pakistan next day it was a whirlwind of emotions and memories. He had come here with the fully prepared mind for death but Allah did not make it come true. He had left her all crying back in his home with his fragrance all around but Allah knew that she wanted his whole presence, her husband in his shape- for real.
Those days were pain, blessing and love; all at once.
The breathy chuckle laced his smile and he turned from the window while drawing the curtains till its middle. The night was falling and the leaves outside had finally stopped mourning for their dead friends.
It was spring coming amidst the cold mornings and chill nights.
She was combing her hair before going to sleep. The inner ones were still damp and were imparting a soothing feeling to her fingers. The show for the peace of his heart was on fire and he was content that despite having some certain boundaries between them, she was finally comfortable with him. She knew that he was in love with her hair and those days were dissolved in history when she used to remain very considerate. He usually messed her untangled hair every night after her brushing routine and every next morning filled her with a strange solace trailing down her body while untangling the soft knots again.
She yearned for his gestures; the tiny gestures that melted her heart every time.
"Not tonight. I am warning you. My hair is getting so frizzy and it is already very difficult to keep them in order." She said to his reflection in mirror while her hand combed through the length of hair.
