Qarar E Jaan 소설 & 이야기

hi Jiji, look what am I eating " " Don't bother me giri, I am not in the mood " " Arey tell me na what's this ?" " Kachori " "Correct and now tell me what is this he showed a bowl of kheer to gauri " " Kheer, ab mera car mat Kha " (now don't eat my brain ) " Hmmm kya Jiji,didnt you get it by watching kachori and kheer " Gauri thought for a minute then a smile appeared on her face with tears in her eyes she said little cluttering " gar..... Garima . "as making kachori and kheer are always garima's speciality

With that, we walked to the counter. Before I voice my order, he says "Expresso, no cream, half cube". It's my taste but how did he know, then I console myself maybe he too has the same taste as me but he didn't order anything further. While waiting for the order. I felt his gaze on me. I don't know why he is trying to intimidate me with his creepy gaze.

He smiled, his face more intriguing due to the expression. "Quid pro quo, Mr. Carrington." "I'm all yours, baby. You can take all you want and leave whatever marks you feel necessary. I just want to hear you come again." "Then you shall."

I replied to her. "Okay, okay." Iqra just tries to make me pause. Then I look at Aayu and her face. Oh God, save me. She is jealous. Need to pacify her. "Okay, Iqra. Let's not disturb you more. You complete your task. I am coming." I tell her and she smiles at me. I also smiled back at her. Then I hold Aayu's hand and bring her to the living area. "What is this Jaan thing ?" Aayu directly asks this question. I am doomed. Now, no one can save me.