One of his memories of the past. (Part-1)
Next morning.
Back to his Study room,
In the office.
Something never changes with time as well. Now, is it?
Even after she had grown up into a fine young lady, her behaviour is still similar to the child he knew from back then, from time to time on some points. At least she acts more mature than her kid brother. He joked.
He shook his head in light motion, referring to a certain someone who had impossibly liquid eyes with glamorous features bestowed on a small face. He was somewhat glad though that she wasn't that much of a kid from back then. A little mature, she had become after that inevitable accident.
Remembering her angry eyes brought another one of his rarest smiles to his face once again. Lately, he was smiling rather every time he thought of her.
Uzair, while sipping water from the bottle, mused about their time together when abruptly a certain euphoric nostalgia hit him hard. He didn't blink as he reminisced with an awash
