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Dirtiest serious talk ever
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Author’s P. O. V.Yash pulled his phone out of his pocket as he opened the caller list; his fingers stopped when he saw Shayra’s name on the speed dial.He does not know what came over to him; he pressed the dial button as the bell started to ring.“You have a voicemail from this number,” Yash stared shocked at his phone screen, Shayra left him a voicemail. His brain froze for a second.His fingers were shaking as the computerized voice said, “Press star to listen to the voice recording or press hash to exit this menu,”Yash’s throat was filled with lots of emotions; his throat started to ache with the intensity of them. He listened to the computerized voice again, “Sorry we have not got any input from him, press star to listen to the voice recording or press hash to exit this menu,”Without wasting a second more, he quickly pressed the star button as he stood outside the mall.“Hi Yash,” her voice came as he felt his eyes teared up, he was listening to her voice after almost a month;
Thirst she's my wife!
Author’s P. O. V.Yash had just walked out of the room whne his phone vibrated in his pocket; he pulled it out of his pocket only to see Sherlin was calling him; he slide the green icon up before he pressed his phone against his ear.“Hello,” He said, his voice was still a little raspy as he cleared his throat.Sherlin on the who was about to scream at Yash for making her and aahana wait from the last half an hour stopped whatever she was about to say.“Yash? What happened?” She asked a little concerned over what caused him to be hat down. In the last few months with Yash as his wife, she has started to know him and his voice.She always knew when he wants to talk and when he does not.“umm… nothing just my throat is a little sore,” Yash made an excuse; he knew she could catch his lies. Sherlin was not going to buy that.“Yash, at least you do not need to lie to me,” Sherlin said as Yash gulped; his shoulders fell as he closed his eyes for a second.“I… I do not want to talk about it,
Thirst boka
Author’s P. O. V.The doctor cut the plaster off Zoya’s hand as she moved her hand in relief; “Move it slowly,” The doctor instructed as Zoya moved her hand slowly; her wrist was healed; at least the X-rays showed.“Are you feeling pain?” the doctor asked as Zoya shook her head.“a little soreness in the muscle,” She said as the doctor nodded.“Keep your hand away from cold water, no weight on it for a few days, it shall heal faster, and your finger will take a few more days,” The doctor said as Zoya thanked him and exited the doc’s cabin.Kabir was leaning against the wall as Zoya looked at him and rolled her eyes. Kabir glared at her slightly they were in a public place, she is supposed to throw her anger at home and behave in public.“How is it?” He asked as she walked towards him.“Do you not have eyes or your brain is not working?’ She asked as they moved towards the pharmacy of the hospital.“You are so—““So what?” She looked into his eyes without a second of delay.“So cheap!”
Thirst hate it is
(Warning self-harm) Author’s P. O. V.Zoya walked into the house as Kabir came back with the grocery bags in his hand as she walked towards the kitchen to unpack them, hell knows with her shaking hands it will take her at least an hour to unpack these.“Zoya chai!” (tea) Kabir yelled from the hall as he sat on the couch and put his feet on the coffee table. Zoya rolled her eyes, this is the only work she has, listening to him whenever he calls like the dog he is!“ZOYA!” He screamed her name again; Zoya closed her eyes for a second in frustration.“Yeah, making it,” Zoya said from the kitchen as the shouting stopped.“What a dog,” she thought before trying to put the pan without dropping it; the shaking hands of hers did not help much but still she was better.The tea once again spilled on the kitchen slab as she groaned; she put the cup in a tray before she walked towards the hallway where Kabir was watching the news on T. V.‘Whole day he watches T. V., Why TB does not happen to hi
Thirst driven by pain
Author’s P. O. V.Yash was sitting on the floor of his room, curled up in Shyara’s clothes above him; Sherlin opened the door and found the room lit up. She walked inside only to find Yash sitting on the floor once again.She kept the tray of meal on the coffee table as she walked towards him; “ Yash,” She took off her heels and sat beside him, still creating a distance between them.Yash opened his eyes to see Sherlin sitting next to him.“Hi,” She send him a small smile but he was not in the mood to smile. “Hi,” His voice was drowning in pain as he looked at her.“You have not eaten from last night,” Sherlin whispered; it was quiet, too quiet in his room that she felt like talking in the normal pitch will hurt her ears so she chose to whisper.“I am not hungry,” he said as he looked at Shayra’s portrait on the wall, he made it himself.“Yash—“She was trying to speak to him but he was not ready to be out in front to anyone; her efforts of getting him into therapy went in vain as he
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Author’s P. O. V.Zoya opened her yees in the hospital and only came across the white walls; she looks around to see any sign of a human but there was none, she was alone in the room with beeping machines; she looked at her hand only to see it connected to an IV.Her head felt like it will burst any second from the amount of pain she was experiencing; This was not normal; she does not even remember what happened.The door of the room opened as Kabir walked in; “Oh I see you are awake,” He said to her as she groaned.Wondered, why does her face, hurts so fucking much; “ I am not in the mood to see your ugly face so early in the morning, please leave,” her voice was low; her vocal cords felt as if they were swollen from screaming; she tried to remember what happened but the pounding headache made her winch in pain.“Thank me that you are alive, otherwise the glass pieces would have been in your vocal cords and you sweetheart would not have been able to open that good-for-nothing's mouth
Thirst his love
Author’s P. O. V.Sherlin looked at the note written in her hands; she was not sure if this was going to work on him or not but she was ought to do something when Yash was behaving like a child.She knocked on his door and slide the paper down from the gap between the door and the floor; she bite her lip as heard some footsteps. She walked a little away as she waited near the door.On the other hand, Yash was in his thought when he heard a knock on the door, not to later a paper slid inside his room and he looked at it.He did not want to move but his steps took him near the paper as he opened it; immediately recognizing the handwriting, he closed it and threw the paper in the other corner of the room; he did not want to talk to Sherlin or listen to her at all.He wanted to stay alone cant he has that?Sherlin’s shoulders dropped when the door of Yash’s room did not open. He was subron she knew but this much? She never imagined.Taking a deep breath she walked to his door once again a
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Author’s p. O. V.Shayra reached the city mall as a valet came to get her car; she made sure Yash did not follow her all the way to the place she was going to meet reyansh; walking inside the mall shayra walked through the metal detector.It started making a sound as she looked at it, a guard came to her and said, “ please, Step aside mam,” he said to her as she nodded and walked to the other side.“Contents of your purse please,” The lady guard said to Shyara as she opened her purse chain. The lady looked at it and found a few medicines and a lighter.“all fine,” She said to the other guard before they let her go; Shayra walked inside the mall and went to get herself an ice cream; since the morning she was craving some sugar. She still had twenty minutes in the time she need to be in the store of victoria’s secret; enjoying her ice cream she sat in the cafeteria looking at people who were having the time of their life; Shayra dumped the empty box of c=ice cream in the dust bin befor
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