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18 pm from Islamabad to Manchester Hmm, tell me that how is your sweety girlfriend I miss her a lot The response arrived the next day: Dec 15 8.47 pm From Manchester to Islamabad About my Girlfriend. As I told you about A'ishah's affair. Baasima is still awaiting my response. She is loyal, and she has created a place in my heart. You know Kadshah and Parsa WOW. I would love to get them both on my friends' list, but you know I have been thinking about their abilities. Kadshah sounds ok, but she is found [sic] of money. Parsa is sometimes bullshit. She lets you down. I am keeping my car because the jobs ask for it and another reason is you know girls mostly like guys with cars.

He was my home. He pressed his forehead to mine, his whisper a gentle murmur of words I didn’t fully comprehend but felt completely. French words that flowed from his lips like poetry. “Mon coeur… ma vie… mon âme.” My heart… my life… my soul. Every word sent a shiver through me, melted me, convinced me of a love so strong it could conquer anything. I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.”

There were racks of clothes. My father was standing by the window, talking into a phone. He looked at me and pointed to a chair. "Sit. We don't have much time." I sat. A woman with a headset walked over to me. "I'm Abby from the PR team. We need to move fast. The morning news cycle starts in six hours. We need the “Proof of Romance” package ready by then." "Proof of romance?" I asked. My voice felt dry. "Chloe is in the dressing room," Abby said, ignoring my question. "She’s ready. We’re going to do three sets of photos. One casual, one semi formal, and one official.”

His hand came up to cup my jaw, tilting my head slightly as he deepened the kiss just enough to make my chest tighten. I melted into it. Into him. When we pulled away, we didn’t go far. Our foreheads rested together, breaths mingling. I closed my eyes for a second. I wanted to feel it. To remember it. Because moments like this rarely happened to me. But they now did. Because of him. “Best date ever,” I whispered. He huffed softly. “It’s not even over yet.” I smiled. “Then don’t fuck it up.” “I won’t.”

His hand froze in the air as he paused in the middle of bringing the sandwich to his mouth. It was only then that I realized what I’d just said. Even Rina was staring at me oddly, no longer texting on her phone. For Rina to abandon texting her long-distance boyfriend, just know it had to be something huge. “I mean… I like his way of teaching. That’s it,” I rushed to correct. “Professor Gomez is also good,” Noah said. “Maybe. But I prefer Professor Frost.” He looked confused. “You’ve only known him for a week.”

Chapter 2 Ye Dil bhi badi kambakht cheez hain Jise ye khona nahi chahti Woh uska hona nahi chahta Jise iski talash hain dilo jaan se pyar hai Ise uska hone se aitraz hain ~Ankita Ghosh (this heart is an idiot whom she wants to be her he doesn't want her and who love her with his everything she doesn't want to be his)

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(You stay on my lips Like a poem I'll remain awake in your Eyes like a dream) Tu ishq ishq sa mere Rooh mein aake bas ja Jis aur teri shehnaai Uss or mein bhagure (You come and reside in My soul like love I run in the direction Where your music plays) Haath thaam le piya Karte hein vaada Ab se tu aarzu Tu hi hein irada (Beloved, let's hold hands And make a promise From now on you're My wish and my intention) Mera naam le piya Main teri rubaai Teri hi to piche piche Barsaat ayi, barsaat ayi (Beloved, take my name as I am your poem The rain keep following you) Tu ittr ittr sa mere Saansoe mein bikhar ja

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Imran put his hand on her head with love. “Welcome back uncle,” she said smiling. “Where is Roman?” asked Uncle Imran. She explained his duty. “He changed his ways, strange, are you sure no parties?” asked Eliza. She looked at them sheepishly because a few weeks back he held a party where he sort of seduced her and humiliated her. “No,” she said, shortly. “Anyhow what you made darling? I am super hungry,” said Imran. “Your favorite ‘baingan sabzi and yogurt,’ she said smiling, telling the names of Pakistani/Indian food made of aubergine.