I'm so very lateđ
This is because of you Nafisa . I was continuously checking MDJND and NYR for an update and the little time I was offline you have posted a new Twoshotđ . par uske liye bhi tumhe maaf kar deti hoon just for of this
let's pretend that Shyam fell down the stairs, broke both his legs, got a concussion and is now living in a pineapple farm. Ok? Ok. đ
This one reminded me of all those reasons why I love Arnav Singh Raizada in the first placeđł
The predatory gleam in his eyes,the roguish smirk,the devilish remarks and the oh-so-blush-inducing innuendos .
The love,the longing and the ache caused by the separation was starkingly evident in Arnav's thoughts.The way his eyes were stuck on Khushi...hay mein mar jawađ
And when he followed her to the kitchen and was flustering her, reducing her to to a quivering mess,shaking like a leaf inside but putting a brave face outside *swoons*
Moments which captured my heart
It was incongruous, it was eccentric, it was quirky â and it was quintessentially Khushi.
It swept over him like the shimmery caress of rain, washing off the grit and grime gathering on leaves and trees, rinsing them.
Rejuvenating them.
The farther she ran, the harder he'd give chase.
. As he tugged her back to face him, her fiery eyes flashed at him in defiance â and his heart sang its triumph.
Now THERE's the Khushi I know and lo-
Ahem.
Khushi, head hanging like a sullen little child, was mumbling disconsolately, 'Well, Buaji isn't allowed much sugar either and neither is Nani, and Mamiji is also on a sugar-free diet and-'
'That's too bad though,' Arnav cut in whispering lightly, 'I don't like sharing.'
'Delicious.'
And then, with a wicked grin and heart-stopping wink-
'And so was the laddoo.
đ¤for giving this amazing piece of work and making my day.
I want MDJND update because I feel that the story is in a crucial juncture now.đ
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