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Faasla-e-Deewar
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Complete, First published Aug 02, 2019
"Woh muskurahat bhool hi nahi paata main,woh chehra mere samne se hat ta hi nahi..."

"Mohabbat ho gai he usse?"

"Nahi. lekin agar phir woh muskurahat mere samne ayi to lagta he ke ho jae gi...."

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"Itni jaldi haar gai usse?"

"Usse nahi hari....Khud se haar gai hun"


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