"Lalchi nhi hun, ess baat ka guroor hai mujhe....
par sach kahu, uske pyaar ka lalach to zaroor hai mujhe", she said and choked up.
Let's witness the story of two people, sicked by life and cured by love.
Some fun banters, care, friendship, revela...
Hotness alert!!!!!!!🔥🌡...just kidding😗 etna bhi ni hai😂
Let's begin!
"Acha, mujhe neeche to utaar do, koi dekh lega", she said in a defeated tone.
-"zidd krne se pehele sochna chahiye tha............Abb to sabb dekhenge".
Okay, so the dressing was as follow:
Shehnaazika was wearing a wine coloured velvet gown with light golden pencil heels.
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Siddhaat wore a navy blue tuxedo with brown shoes.
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{Please don't go through anything except for the clothing in the pictures shared above. 😁} . . . The comparer announced the name, and there they were, infiltrating the arena.
His hair, suitably set with a lose strand of hair subsiding on one of his eye. {Like this👇( just an example of the lose strand of hair!)}
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His eyes, bright and confident, darting straight ahead with a smirk-ish smile on his face. His white shirt, almost on the fringe of getting ripped under the dominant force of his chest. His biceps, trying to rip off his tux. His tonned ankles, visible from the slight gap between his leg and foot joint, looking incredibly striking.😍🤩🤤
On the other hand, she, in his arms. Her one hand around his neck and one resting on his chest. Her hair, some plummeting downwards and some enmeshed under his hand. The train of her dress, dipping on the floor. Her eyes, welled up with a soft smile on her adorable face and her gaze, only on HIM. A tear rolled sideways(due to the position) as she tried holding back her tears, feeling an unusual sense of being cared for, in ages.
A part of his no-more-white slackened bandage hung in the air and with every step, a drop of his blood fell down through the length of the bandage, making a trail of blood drops on the floor.
There was complete stillness in the entire multiplex, not even a single voice could be heard. EVERYONE was left tongue-tied seeing this flaming, blazing, gleaming, firey🔥.
Literally everyone was just so INTO their performance that they kinda forgot to hoot or clap or maybe whistle at such a startling feat until Siddhaat halted on reaching the rim of the ramp, waited a beat, broke the focus for a moment, looked down at the audience, posed(in whichever way possible....{abb ladki ko uthaya hua hai to kya kre bechara😂}) and then walked off stage. The complete hush had now turned into top razz, everyone up, clapping and hooting and cackling at the utter elegance and refinement they reflected.
Every dash of his blood, her every tear drop, EVERYTHING spoke of elegance.
Etna he rakhte hain😁😅...I wish acha laga hoga!...vote aur comment krte jana!😜
Btw, Zada photos ho gyi na strand explain krne ke liye😜? I know😁vaise to ek he daalni thi example ke liye but I kinda like zayn👉👈😚...to flow flow mayy zada daal diye...don't mind!
