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Thirst happy birthday dear husband
Author’s P. O. V.Covered in Shayra’s scent; Yash took out a bottle of packaged juice from the mini fridge in his room before he settled himself on the bed.Looking at Shayra’s dress, he bite his lip before he took a pillow and put her dress on the pillow, and hugged it.“This does not even compare to the warmth you gave me every time I came in your arms, Jaan,” He said as he hugged the pillow tighter; all her clothes were losing her natural scent.That made him miss her even more; the fact that even her scent was slowly leaving him.His head was aching so he lay down; his eyes fell on the photo of theirs which was of his last birthday. He was going to be 32 in minutes.He could not help but remember her wishes, her smile, her laughter, moments he spent together with her.Yash eagerly looked at Shayra as she came and raised a brow at his excited face, “what?” she asked as she started to blow dry her hair.Yash’s goofy smile dropped as he looked at her; her face showed no trace of smil
Thirst Her gift
Author's P. O. V. "You knew?" She looked at him with a shy smile as she placed the key in his hand and he unlocked the cuffs of his hand. "How can I not?" She asked holding the small cake in her hands and looking right back at him. " I thought you won't—" shayra smiled at him and shook her head. "I wanted to surprise you at the exact moment you turn 29," she said as she motioned her eyes for him to blow the candle. Yash smiled as he looked at her with love and adoration in his eyes. He was about to blow out the candles when she said," stop stop stop stop," he looked at her surprised. "Just don't blow them, wish something first," shayra said as Yash chuckled. "Shayra... All that is for kids," she narrowed her eyes at him before she said, " we all have an inner child is which needs pampering, " she gave him an answer, the answer he longed to find all these years. She knew he was forced to grow up sooner because of his father's death and now he just thinks all these pamperings ar
Thirst Hear me, daddy
Author's P. O. V."Kabir that's your sixth glass keep it down," Abhay said to Kabir but as usual he turned deaf to his words and poured himself another drink."Ahhh," he whispered as his throat burned from the hard drink he just had.His eyes were red, and Abhay was watching all of this, he was not sure what was the cause but he knew it was something related to Zoya.The last time he had behaved this way when he wanted revenge from Zoya, he did something he could not even imagine.No one would believe it if he'd said, this man is a certified chemical scientist and a master in finance and business.His IQ is 150But he refused to touch chemicals after Zoya before whom he stayed in his lab for days and now he doesn't even step foot in it.All for Zoya."Enough Kabir Oberoi," Abhay said as he snatched the bottle of vodka from his hand."What is it?" He asked as he poured him a glass of water and forwarded it to him.Kabir knew better than not following his order when Abhay was looking at
Thirst No
Author's P. O. V."Kabir tries to handle yourself," Abhay said as he stopped the car in front of Kabir's house.In all these months, Abhay could not understand why he Zoya here, in the place he had his memories attached to.But now after hearing Kabir's love confession, Abhay can understand why he did what he did.He opened the door of the car and dragged Kabir out, taking him near the main door."Listen, you won't do anything wrong anymore with Zoya okay?" Abhay said to him as Kabir looked at him then after a second he nodded."Can I ask you something?" Kabir asked with utmost Innocence In his voice.Abhay hummed as they reached the main door. Kabir held him held before he could press the doorbell."Will she ever love me?" Abhay fell silent as he looked at Kabir's face that held hope, the hope he was about to crush under his shoe."No,"
Thirst Zoya Kabir Oberoi
Author’s P. O. V.Kabir’s face lost all its colors as he heard the words leave Abhay’s lips; he was expecting to hear a yes at least from Abhay but that is not the case; he knows very well that his friend is anything but a lei r.But hell, at least for once to keep the hope alive, he wanted to hear that Zoya will fall in love with him, that he will have a family of his own, a life where he won’t have to look around when he falls.He just wants that someone to hold him when he is at his lowest.“Let me ring the bell,” Abhay said as he pressed the doorbell a few times.Zoya who was having the entire bed to herself frowned in her sleep when the first time doorbell rang; “ughhh!” Groaning she opened her eyes and walked towards the main door.It was 2 am.“Maybe she is asleep?” Abhay asked Kabir as he threw his head back and laughed.“Or probably she is holding a knife before opening the door at midnight,” Kabir said and at the same time, Zoya opened the door.“Aapki Aamant,” (your treasur
Thirst not raped
Author’s P. O. V.Zoya rolled her eyes; she did not want to deal with him at 2 am; she was sleepy as fuck. Kabir noticed her stiffness but also her tiredness.“Sleepy?” he asked but she did not bother replying to him.She lay on the sofa and covered herself from head to toe but Kabir just came and snatched the blanket off her body.“God, why did you not die in an accident? At least I will be in peace,” she said at his face but came face to face with his red eyes.The hint of loathe and anger in his eyes made her scared as she shifted in her place.“hmm.. no matter what I do you will never love me?” He asked as he came towards her. Zoya gulped as she stared right back into his eyes for the first time in all these days.He wanted to see hope for himself but all he could see was immense anger and hate.Hatred for himself.He held her hair in a grip as her eyes teared up; “ You spoke to him with a smile but with me? I get this anger huh?” He said as he pulled her hair.Zoya closed her eye
Thirst the hope of love
Author’s P. O. V.Yash walked to Sherlin’s room to check up on her and his daughter but when he opened the door to her room it was all dark; he was surprised because she never kept her room all dark because of Aahana.His little girl is scared of the dark.“Sherlin?” He called her name but suddenly he felt someone grab his leg; he was startled at first but then he realized the small and delicate hands of his daughter.A smile made its way to his lips as he sat on his knees before taking her in his arms; loud giggles filled the room as he sussed her and took her out of the room.“Papa…” she said in her baby voice with a big smile on her face; Yash smiled back; his daughter’s eyes were just like Shayra’s.Blue… the blue ones he got lost into.“Happy birthday…” She said and presented a rose to him as he smiled. But it was a paper rose.“Oh, my godddd. This is so beautiful you made it Aahanu?” he asked as she nodded with a proud smile. He was at peace that at least the things Shayra wante
Thirst white death bed
Author’s P. O. V.Kabir opened his eyes but with a building headache; he looked around as he held his ahnd.“Zoya chai,” (tea) he said in his sleepy voice as he held his head in his hands; he heard the clicking of vessel as he looked up.Zoya kept his tea on the side table but something was wrong; he saw white; she was wearing white. The color she hated; the color she never wore in her entire life; she was wearing white.He glanced up only to see her wearing a white salwar kurti with a bandage on her head. He frowned as she walked out of the room; then it clicked to him; last night he striped her out of her clothes, just not clothes but as well as self-respect.He drank the tea in hurry and walked out of the room; his breakfast was lined up on the table like every day but Zoya was not in the kitchen working like every other day.Kabir bite his lip as he looked around for her; he coughed a few times looking around for her; he wihsed to say sorry; he should not have done what he did.Th
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