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I felt him kneeling beside me, his presence a tangible warmth in the cold room.
I wasn't about to give up this little battle , my mind thinking of a comeback, a jolt of surprise ran through me.(Hairat)
It was Kabir, his full attention focused on the clasp of my Kamarbandh , his lips brushing against my skin.
A strange mix of annoyance and a blush that felt like fire crept up my cheeks. With a practiced flick of his fingers, the clasp popped open, a tiny victory in this unexpected war we'd started.
But I wasn't ready to surrender yet. A mischievous glint sparked in my eyes. It was time for sweet revenge I playfully tapped his thigh with my toe "Remove the anklet (payal) as well." as his punishment.( Saza )
A glint of amusement lit his eyes as he readily agreed. With practiced ease, he helped me remove the payal, the tinkling of the anklet bells a melody in the tense silence.
As the last jingle faded, I felt a soft brush against the arch of my foot. He had planted a secret kiss there, a sweet surrender (Kurbaan) hidden in plain sight.
A shiver danced down my spine, a delightful mix of surprise and something more. The battle lines were definitely blurred.
AAJ CHAAND KI CHAANDNI BHI
HAIRAAN HUI HAI......
AANKHON HI AANKHON ME
ZANG AELAAN HUI HAI.....
YUN TO BAAT
HAAR JEET KI THI MAGAR.....
KISI KI SAZA SE
KISI KE DIL KI KURBANI HUI HAI.....
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• • • Indian Arranged Marriage • • • ~ You're the peace I crave in this chaotic world. ~ He was three, when he held her little finger for the first time. He didn't know, what future held for them. But he did know that he wanted to hold onto this little finger... forever. What he didn't know was, this was actually happening-in that exact moment. He didn't know that while he had his gaze stuck on her, he was secretly being blended... by fate with her. It was love at first sight for him. She had her eyes closed at the moment, but that three-year-old boy knew, she's going to twinkle his rest of life. They saw him. They saw the way he looked at her. The moment their eyes met; the brightest smile spread on both their faces. They were changing the arrangement. "Them?" "Them!" All eyes turned to them, the bestfriends roared with laughter and moved to hug eachother. The arrangement has been swapped and that hug was the only thing it was sealed with. Note- If you're not looking for a fun, cheesy, romantic, sappy and cliché book... please stay away. This book does NOT have any unnecessary drama, cliffhangers and negative plotline. The songs, videos and pictures used in the book are for reference and DOES NOT belong to me. All Credits to the respective owners. INCLUDES HINDI/PUNJABI DIALOGUES (please don't ask for translation, because the language that I write needs therapy and not translation, sorry!) Copyright © 2023 _fantasizing_ ©All Rights Reserved.
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