Unfulfilled Desires (Adhori Chahatein)
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A car screeching and engine dying out couldn't pull me off this bliss until I felt like somebody was staring at me and I opened my eyes and I was locked in his gaze.
A man in a black suit was standing with blood red 2016 Mazda mx-5 Miata with a passenger door yet to be closed. ..
His olive green eyes catch my attention that is so deep, intense and lonely. .his now drench black hair was adding another point to his already beautiful face. ...how could a guy be this beautiful was the first thing I could think of...
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Raseen Malik doesn't know what's its like to be loved or love.she kept herself almost all the time busy by studying hard to find a cure for her mother.
Her best friends are her pencil, paints, books and herself. The things that provide her with love.
When Wasiq Durrani the famous actor walks into her life, she isn't sure. There is a strain in her mind that she doesn't know how to love and that how somebody could potentially be hers.
When they meet unknowingly from time to time they are finally brought into a relationship that both of them couldn't possibly digest...
A beautiful relationship that she never knew could exist....
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Wasiq Durrani was once a kind hearted, humorous, innocent guy but now turned into arrogant, cold-hearted, piss off type of a guy because of something....that something which he may never get in his life. And he named those things unfulfilled desires.
Now he is a heartthrob of many girls around South Asia and he has a huge fan following that he sometimes hate but to prove his worth to this person he diverted to become an actor.
When Raseen Malik walks into his life as if she belongs here..he begin to fear that he is turning back into the same old Wasiq ...the guy who likes to paint, prank, smiles, laugh, enjoy solace in books and most importantly again seeking that thing called love in her and from her and from this person.
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