Muneeb's P.O.V.
"Hey! Naf, umm you know? Wo me bohot tired hun yaar." I said looking front and keeping my hands on cold steel railings that were keeping us safe from falling off the balcony on the ground.
"Go, sleep Muneeb. You need to take rest." She said plainly.
"Naf... Maine tumpe ghussa kiya iske liye please I am sorry." I said feeling guilty. I waited for her reply but she wasn't replying.
"Yaad he hum kitna jagadte the pehle?" She asked. A lil smile playing on her lips.
"Hm." I replied smiling too, remembering one moment that we cherished long back.
"Hey! Naf." I chirped sitting beside her on couch in her room.
"Kya he?" She asked to which I rolled my eyes.
"Pyaar se bhi tho pooch sakti he na tu?" I asked looking at her but she was busy writing something.
"Nahi. Abhi nahi, kyunki tumhare baat karne ke tariqe se hi me samaj gayi hun ke tujhe kuch kaam he magar isse pehle ke tu mujhe apna kaam bolde me hi tujhe mere kaam ke bare me bata dun. Mai aaj bohot busy hun uske upar se tu Ab mujhe satana band hi karde tho acha hoga." She said showing her pen at me and I raised my hands in air shaking my head acting as if I was afraid. She turned back to her books resuming her work.
"Naf, please sunna. Mujhe sachme teri bohot zaroorat he yaar." I said in a pleading tone.
"Dek! Tu abhi ke abhi chala ja yahan se. Mujhe history k three chapters complete karna he and you know right? History ke anwers kitne lambe hote he?" She yelled at first and then asked trying to convince me to which I sighed.
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Rooh Ne Tujhe Chun Liya.
SpiritualAssalamualikum Wa Rahmatullah. Muneeb Sada, extremely fond of branded watches and even have a huge collection of it. Love music, perfect and adorable hairs. This figure is also moody and too bad if ever anger engulfed him. Handsome, charming, smart...
