𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ꜱᴀʜᴇʟ ᡣ𐭩 ʜᴀꜰꜱᴀ Note: Shikanj is a dark romcom. If you are not comfortable with this theme, please do not read it, for your own sake as well as the writer's. And if you do choose to read it, kindly refrain from leaving disrespectful or hateful comments about the characters. They are my babies. I gave birth to them. I do not care about views or attention, but I do care deeply about my babies. So please think twice before commenting just to spread negativity. Otherwise, I will not hesitate to become your biggest ill wisher. Consider this your warning. Tracing her bangles up, he let the silence speak for itself for a while and then muttered, "Aapko choodiyan pasand hai?" He asked, pulling her body closer by her wrist, and now she stood almost between his legs. She was blushing, looking nervous and uneasy but he paid it no mind. "Ji, pasand hai." He hummed, nodding. "Agar mujhse ye toot gayi toh aapko acha nahi lagega na?" He murmured, lifting his other hand, puffing out another air of smoke.

𓇢𓆸 ꜱʜᴀʜᴍᴇᴇʀ ᡣ𐭩 ʟᴀɪʙᴀ "Wo humare wo neighbour hai na, jinke paas wo safed kutta hai, americano skomo dog.." "American Eskimo," he corrected lazily, a small smile tugging at his lips.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ᴋᴀᴍʀᴀɴ ᡣ𐭩 ɴᴀᴀᴢɴᴇᴇɴ He stiffened instantly, his lips slowly parted against hers as he pulled back. Wrapping her in his arms, he patted her hair gently, his voice low and soothing. "Shh... main kuch nahi karunga, okay?"