Pukhtana Duraid Alam Khan (unedited)
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Duraid alam khan stood there.. Looking dashing in all black with his black eyes and hair..... The only shade that made her lost was the dusty lips..somewhere between a faded pink and brown she stared at his lips like a maniac...Turn back turn back.. Don't do it... Her self screams were doubting her because the nafs that she gave Duraid lecture about was failing her... She doesn't go around kissing people.. It was just him.. She wanted to kiss him.. He was the only man she ever was this close to.
And then she grabbed his collar to crash her lips to his ' For mini second their lips connected and she backed away....
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