Sathiya
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"SAARI DUNIYA KI MOHABBAT SE KINARA KARKE
HUM NA RAKHA HAI FAKHT KHUD KO TUMHARA KARKE"
He was a rock
she was a flower
He is Waleed Ahmed Khan, everyone is afraid of Waleed and Waleed do whatever he wants to noone have dared to stop him
she is Sara Zaain Khan, fragile like a flower one hard push and she will break into pieces
Sara was running towards her room because she forgot pick up the flower plate her Taai Ami given her, suddenly someone hold her hand and was brought inside a dark into and bump into a chest she was about to scream but her mouth was covered with a hand
"Sssh Sara it's me, now I am removing my hand you won't shout" the voice said and Sara recognised the voice owner
"open your eyes" Waleed asked her and as she opened her eyes, her brown eyes met the black one Waleed was unable to breath
"MA SH ALLAH" he whisper and caught Sara looking at floor instead of him, he put his finger under her chin to lift her face up
"itna kiyu darti ho mujhse" he asked and Sara was unable to answer "Sara" he called her again as she was about to speak Taai Ami called her, she ran from there leaving Smiling Waleed behind
"abhi waqt hai run as much as you can" he said and chuckled.
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