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'Beyal' After a few seconds i just managed to say his name.
'Rabail' He said in his sweet and polite voice. I don't even know what i was feeling at that moment. I was so confused in happy and shocked expression but i just know there was some kind of tingling feeling in my stomach. I suddenly started to feel nervous under his gaze. His eyes kept on my face for a while and so our eyes meet. There was a spark of excitement in them. We were so busy trying to figure out what the other one was thinking that we didn't notice Sofia was there too. She awkwardly cleared her throat and i turned towards her. Her eyes were fixed on Beyal and there was a questioning look on her face.
'How do you know her name' She asked him.
'Ummm she's the girl i told you about, one i meet last year, Remember' he replied calmly. I wonder what he told her about me.
'Ohh...' She just said that.
'What are you doing here?' I asked and he looked at me as if I'm the most stupid person on the Earth.
'This is my house so why shouldn't i be here..? And btw i can ask you the same question.' He said smirking because i made a fool of myself in front of him. Why did i even ask him that question? 'Stupid Rabail' i scold myself in mind. I mean how I was supposed to know that he was Mr.Huzaifa's son and Sofia's twin brother. I knew he had a sister but it never occurred to me that Sofia would be his sister. Now that i think about it she looked alot like his brother same light brown eyes and same dark black hairs, why didn't i noticed it before
'She is our new neighbor the one who just moved in' Sofia said answering
So folks this is my first story and am really hoping that u guys like it.. It would be an honor for me if u considered it for reading and am pretty much sure you wont be disappointed.
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