Naaznina
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"this grumpy tan line is taking almost a lifetime to go away." She said pouting her dark lips. By now her cheeks got a discreet rose shade on them.
"mine took a month and a half." I said sipping my bottle. My head was slowly turning lighter. Finally the alcohol work up.
"I won! Mine is already more than two months from the day I washed away the soap to get it out." She said with a huge smile. So it's not only me here getting tipsy.
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𝙉𝙖𝙯𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙖 : According to Urdu dictionary, the word means be in want of something, languishing for something you really cherish.
PS: I am still learning to write this may not be even good but as Harry said 'be kind'.
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