this is a thriller story, nothing like the show. hope you like.
a young Mahir well known for giving charity and helping the poor, meets a young woman in a wheel chair, taking a liking to her he decides to help her with her surgery. after the success...
Baby mahir was a cute child, always helping his mom. Bel couldn't help but smile seeing this. Sumitra explained every scene. When it led to him in high school bel couldn't help but gasp. " this uniform?" She says
Sumitra looks at the video " oh yes, he went to a local school before he was transferred to private. His dad thought him going to a local school was a bad idea, so we moved."
Bel listening, watch as mahir smile, and laugh with his friends while going to school. She saw students passing by and a young girl running past him. Bel paused the video, that girl, wasn't that-
" what's wrong bel?"
" Nothing, just thinking"
" well I'm done, you should take a look in the mirror, I'm sure Mahir will love the new look"
Bel dismisses her claim. She got up and walk to her dresser " omg this is... So pretty"
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Sumitra smiles " I wasn't just a wife, I was working as a hairstylist before my accident"
"This is really amazing "
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Sumitra smiles " we've spent so much time in my room. You should get ready to surprise Mahir"
Bel told her she wasn't planning too, but Sumitra didn't believe her. When bel finally left to go to her room she checked the time. " it's 7 pm, why hasn't he come back yet?"
She paced back and forth in her room and even check the window. She bit her lips while denying being worried. She says this would be the perfect time to call her sister and she did.
Unfortunately there was no response. She said with Mahir gone, she can call Vikrant, but why isn't she, she wonders. When did I stop thinking about him? We left on a bad term, and our story is unfinished. She checks her heart to confirm something.
She sighs when she realizes her heart still beats just by saying his name. I still love him, that won't change, but what about Mahir? Do I like him as well? Her thoughts we're called off when she heard the room door open, and in walks mahir.
