A Lesson Or A Blessing.

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So,after arshlee had met muneenah and muneenah has met arshlee,faruk drops her back with the promise that he would enter her apartment the next time he comes. That aside, we have just seen how weird muneenah is, not eating chocolates? But who else thinks the look faruk gives muneenah is even weirder?

The thing is, for an overly dramatic house, there has to be something 'dramatic' for them to plan when faruk/muneenah sleep over. It wont be fair to not create a little drama nah?

And oh, that Pinocchio guy, yeah irfan, we didn't just forget about him, did we?

So hint of this chap: drama filled.

Read on,

Pinocchio,

Him,

Omag+Nina

  'Om' with the vibration, her mind and thoughts were long gone far, far away from the world, and far from her seated position.

  No, she wasn't in a spirit world, she was in an anonymous world, nothing was at all visible, only glimpses of scenarios and events that tore her heart and ripped them apart , those glimpses made her closed eyes flinch.

  Her crying self was before her, but it quickly passed, her once joyful self also passed, her cries, her screams, her prison break, everything passed furiously in her head, making a rotational movement.

     Her mind ravaged the occurrences of her present day life, of the time she had stepped at dubai, and the most confusing thing that was meant to be known.

Pinocchio.

Who was he?

And why did he say that?

How did he know?

Only one person called her that, and he left.

Where was he?

It was way too much to pass---.

Her mind drifted.

Respectful gales cascaded down, bowing in awe at the young girl who sat under a large shade at a distance not so far away from the place, she knew as home.
    A paper and a pencil was all she held, as her young hands shook together with her body that vibrated due to her sobs. She was scribbling down words from the little she knew, painful words any young mind could relate...
Sobs, croaked from a throat, soft but obliterating. Droplets as sacred as emeralds, just this, was silvery, glassy and transparent....One could see the clarity of the laborious story of this young girl through them.
"What is wrong with you?" She had heard a voice filled with pain and panick, if he had it his way, he'd forbid the tears from falling from those beautiful and enchanting eyes, he'd nurture the waterfall from behind, and create a barrier so unyielding, every drop of tear, will have no choice, but to oblige.
A little girl like herself knew to hide her tears from those who cared, she shoved the tears away and replied; "Nothing"
"You're just like pinocchio, Your nose grows whenever you lie!see" he sat by her side. She briefly touched her nose and shook her head,
"No, pin-noko doesn't exist"
"I've got something for you" he instead answered with, and pulled out a notepad from his back bag, a velvet blue notepad. Covered with a soft layer of faux fur in the most enticing blue colour known to exist,
Young curious eyes sparkled in joy, words as she found her self growing into the future leaving her head, wafted into her ears..