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The Morning After - A drabble on Drugged Aahil.
Aahil wakes up in the morning, holding his head
"Ugh. Mera sir kyun itna dukh raha hai"
He looks at himself finally, shirtless. "Meri shirt? Meri shirt kahan hai? Kya hua yahan par? Mujhe kuch yaad kyun nahi aa raha?" 😕
And he would remember only one name. The one he has always trusted upon. Always calls for any kind of emergency and when he needs someone to help. The one name which he never forgets to remember. That one name which is always on his mind..
He stands up and yells
"Lateefff!!! Lateefff meri shirt kahan hai? LATEEEFFF!!!"
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Lateef doesn't come to his service. Aahil is frustrated "Ugh. Sab mar gaye kya yahan!" He storms out of his room still shirtless 😳
Sanam is coming towards his room with his shirt in his hands, she collides with him and they are trapped in each other arms yet again. Sanam gets lost in his eyes. And is remembering last night's events..how they turned out. She was hit on her head and is dragged to Aahil's room to have a FAKE SR with him. She casts her eyes away, suddenly shy. 😳
Aahil comes out of his trance looks confused at her. "Kya hua? Aur yeh me meri shirt,,tumhare paas..kaise?"
Sanam moves away from him suddenly and turns around. She remembers the first time when she saw him shirtless. But then turns towards him and shoves his shirt in his hands. "Jab yaad aa jaye to mujhe bhi bata dena.." 😡 She stomps away from there, blabbering to herself.
Aahil kept watching her retreating back, still confused, holding that shirt. "Sanam! What are you talking about? SANAMMM!!"He shakes his head and puffs in frustration at her "Unbelievable!"
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Anupamaa
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