Insanely insane
A real laugh, unguarded and genuine.
It unnerved him.
This wasn’t who he was supposed to be. He was Ishtiyaq Khan, the man people feared to even cross paths with. And here he was, standing in a stationery shop, holding back the urge to prolong a conversation with his cousin’s wife just because her little pout and mismatched footwear amused him.
“You always wear crocks with saree?” he asked suddenly, his tone carrying mock amusement.
Timtim blinked, caught off guard. “It’s… comfortable,” she replied innocently, her words tumbling out before she could think.
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