FF - A Rude Awakening COMPLETE STORY PG 145 - Page 69

Originally posted by: --Ari--

i think i wrote review longer than ur update 🤣 ab complain mat karna 🤣

Originally posted by: --Ari--

i always read ur stories in too much of a hurry to know what happens next 😆 i m one of the first to read for sure...i think i have to aram se sit and go through ur story sukoon se one day from the beginning 😆

Originally posted by: Suvika.

I'll do one thing. Once this story is done, I will email you the whole word document. You can read it at a stretch without searching the pages back and forth. OK?? 😳

Originally posted by: --Ari--

u cud add a link at the end of chapters na...previous and next wala...it wud be easier to navigate...and dont talk about ending so soon...i will charas bo-fy u 🤬

Originally posted by: TaanuDeewani

Awesome update Suvi!!! Passion and romance in abundance... 😊 ...loved the equation of Sahir with Myrah...it was cute!! Imagining SaAz on a bike now ...
What's beautiful about your FF is that it's so close to real life and so relatable...there were many parts which I could relate to. Lookin forward to the next update. 🤗

Originally posted by: IMAnam

Suvika I was & still am very busy due to a newly born baby girl &

due to my thesis which will hopefully leave me for good this week so I'll hopefully respond early 😎

Congratulations and good luck for the thesis. 😃 🤗

So I caught up the last two updates and damn what have you done

like I was surprised and pleased at the same time 😳

I don't really have words to tell you how much I adore the detailing that you embed in every chapter and the last two chapters made me fall in love with your writting and Sahir (all the more) and Aarzoo

Pointing out parts I enjoyed most

Sahir making Arzoo understand by starting with the kiss and the passion took the route of extreme after that ☺️

(I was so not expecting this you gave me a pleasant surprise)

😆 may I ask what you were expecting then?? 😉

That little shukria note

that morning scene ☺️

All of their interactions as Hubby & wifey

Needless to say though everytime they forget everything else & are lost in each other

Arzoo Sir-ing him 😆

Sir-ing him I am loving I tell you 😆

Everything about Sahir

Arzoo is noticing her curiosity is starting to build-up about his past

The bike ride Sahir in casuals

Jeeju Sahir is so true to his nature ⭐️

The way he tried to help her overcome her fear of that hideous incident he knows her way too well 👏

(Hats off to you for using the incident in this way Have I told you that I LOVE YOU for these last two updates If not I say it now I LOVE YOU bas 🤗)

After reading the latest updates my heart wants you to be the writer to handle SaAz How I wish 😒

I love you a little more for that inquiry PM you're way too sweet 🤗

My pleasure. Glad to see you here. 😃

Assalam Walaikum Doston!! SaAz ki agli dhun haazir hain.

Chapter Eleven

Arzoo opened her eyes. The bright light indicated that she was later than usual in waking up. She was alone on the bed, the dent on the pillow beside hers the only indication that her shauhar had been there. But she didn't jump out of the bed to start her day. With a contented smile playing over her lips, she pulled Sahir's pillow and hugged it to her chest. Joy radiated through her body. Every inch of her still held the remnants of sensation from their lovemaking the previous night. The memories of it, still fresh and powerful, began to warm her body. Her eyes filled with gratitude for what he had done the previous night. He had recreated the scenario that had so terrified her, but substituted himself for the attacker. Instead of fear, pain and humiliation, he had given her desire and ultimately, an ecstasy so strong it had taken her out of herself. He had replaced a terrible memory with a wonderful one. She closed her eyes as she remembered his glazed eyes. It hadn't been easy for him. Yet he had done it. For her. And it had not been the first time he had gone out of his way to take away her pain. She gave a small squeal and rolled on the bed. He loved her. Her Sahir loved his Arzoo. She didn't know why he was hesitating to say it aloud but there were no more doubts in her mind or heart now. He loved her. As much as she loved him, if not more.

"Sahir Azim Chaudhary, I'll make you confess. You just wait and watch. I never backed down from a challenge before and I sure am not going to start now."

With another happy squeal she bounded out of the bed and ran into the shower. Her Gabbar would be waiting for his coffee. And he must be hungry too. The smile on her face lasted until she reached the kitchen and started on the coffee. Arif looked at the cup and said, "Sir has left already."

Arzoo frowned. "Left? Where? Office?"

"I don't know. I saw him leave in the car just as I was coming into the house."

"Oh." Where did he go so early? Some breakfast meeting with a client? Why didn't he wake her up? She smiled away that thought. Most likely he didn't want to disturb her. Doesn't matter. She would meet him in the office. After a hasty breakfast and farewell to Alvira, she went to Saiyyara and got to work on the next project, this time with another team. Morning turned to noon. Lunch hour came and went. Still no sign of him. She tried messaging. No reply. Then finally around three in the afternoon she called but the automated voice said that the caller has switched off his phone. Concern turned to worry. Was he OK?

"Arzoo, are you OK?" Linda having asked the same question twice, gently shook her.

"Lindaji, Sahir left this morning. Hasn't come back yet. His phone is also switched off.. Did he mention where he was going? Any meeting?"

Linda gave her a strange look. "But today is Thursday na. Sir doesn't come to the office on Thursdays. He doesn't take calls either. We get to see him again only on Friday morning. Since before I joined Saiyyara it has been this way is what I know."

Arzoo nodded. Now that Linda had mentioned, she remembered. Where did he go? Why didn't he tell her? When would he come back? The questions haunted her the rest of the day even though she did her best to smother them and get some work done. But it was useless. At the end of the day she winced at her own sketches and tore the pages away. Her concentration was shot to pieces and it was showing. Apologizing to the team and promising to do better the next day, she left the office. She knew that the rest of her colleagues were still fumbling to figure out whether to treat her as the boss's wife or one of them and normally she would've taken time to talk to them, tell them to chill out. But not that day. She just wanted to go home and see if he had returned. Finally waiting for him well past dinner time, she went and asked Alvira.

"Aunty, where is Sahir?"

Alvira frowned. "I don't know beta. Maybe he went out somewhere. Don't worry. He'll be back. You go and have your dinner." Kurti apa looked like she wanted to speak but one glare from Alvira stopped her. She hated the presence of the bakri in the house that belonged to her Zeenat but after Sahir's warning, she didn't want to take any chances. She couldn't take the chance that her anger would cause harm to Zeenat.

Frowning, worried, she came back to her room and that was when she noticed. His phone lying near the pool. She sighed. No wonder he couldn't take her call. Poor guy didn't have his phone with him and here she was getting all worked up over nothing. Wherever he had gone, she was sure he would be back and tell her. Or she would ask him in her own way.

Gabbar Chaudhary! Gabbar Chaudhary!

Arzoo grinned at Asharfi. "He is not here Asharfi but he will be back soon."

Asharfi music class.

Arzoo giggled. "Your ustaad is not here. Come, I'll teach you today." Asharfi hopped on Arzoo's shoulder. "Mein chali mein chali dekho pyaar ki gali..koi roke na mujhe mein chali mein chali..na na na meri jaan dekho jana na waha koi pyaar ka lutera loote na meri jaan.."

****

Baharon phool barsao mera mehboob aaya hain..mera mehboob aaya hain..

Arzoo's face lit up as she heard Asharfi flying into the kitchen singing the song. It was Friday morning. She had gone to sleep the previous night waiting for him and woke up missing him. Worried about him. And worried about the fact that none of the people in the house seemed worried or concerned about his disappearance. Didn't they care or did they know and were not telling her? All those questions flew out of her mind as she came into the hall and stopped dead at the sight that met her. Sahir. Tired. Not just tired. Weary to the bone. Overwrought. It looked like it was taking all of him to remain standing on his feet. Allah knows, what happened to him? She had never seen him that way before.

"Sahir?"

His eyes clung to hers as if drawing life into himself once again. Arzoo..his lips formed her name.

"Sahir, you're here. Great. That client from London has been calling me about those designs that we had sent him. Here is the list of changes that he needs. I need your go ahead." Anam handed over the file to Sahir.

He took the file and went patiently, thoroughly went through each page before scribbling his recommendations and adding his signature. He silently handed it back to Anam who left without a backward glance. Sahir took one more step when Alvira's voice stopped him again. "Sahir beta, my car has gone for servicing and I need to go out. I'm taking yours but don't worry, I'll be back before lunch time."

"OK Ammi."

She wanted to scream. Leave him alone! Can't you see that he is drained out?

****

Sahir fell on the bed with a barely suppressed groan. He had finally caught hold of the specialist from US who had come to the hospital the previous day. Another fresh round of tests had been done. The doctor's words still ringing in his ears.

Mr Chaudhary, the chances of your wife recovering are dim. It's a sad fact but you have to accept it. The trauma to the head during the accident had been extremely severe. The brain swelled as a result, pushing up the fluid against the skull. According to the report here, the patient was brought to the hospital three hours after the accident. The swelling had increased by then causing the brain to push down on the brain stem. Your wife's RAS, Reticular Activating System, has been severely damaged. Added to that the accumulated toxins and infections.. I am going to use a new drug, or rather a new combination of a few of the old drugs. It could work or it could not.

He had sat all night in the ICU. As if his will alone was enough for Zeenat to wake up. To see him. What he was today. Tell her to her face that if she had a price then he was now in a position to buy a thousand Zeenats.

I was the stupid one here. In pinning my hopes and dreams on you. You can't afford me Sahir. You have never been able to and you never would. My price has always been high and now it just went up even more.

I promise you Zeenat. One day you will see me as one of the top ten richest guys in this country. I promise you that.

Her jeering laughter as she said, You? And rich? You are a poet and a painter. Add a dreamer to that list now. You need to be reborn ten times over to even think of something like that.

"Sahir?" A soft soothing hand smoothened the frown on his forehead. "Coffee?" Her tone was low, as if she hated disturbing him even that little bit. He opened his eyes to find her bent over him, his coffee mug in her hand. He sat up and took the mug.

"Thanks." He sipped the reviving hot brew. Just the way he liked it.

Her nibble fingers removed his tie and the top few buttons of his shirt, hesitated a little before attacking the remaining buttons and the cufflinks. He could do nothing but watch her in stunned disbelief as she removed his jacket and shirt, got behind him on her knees and with firm, gentle fingers started massaging his tense shoulders. Did anyone do something like this for him ever before? He didn't remember. He greedily absorbed her tender mothering care. Her name was a benediction as his head dropped forward.

"Shhh.." her voice remained soothing. "Allah knows, I'm in a good mood today so just sit back and relax. Finish the coffee and have a nice hot shower." Her fingers rubbed and kneaded his muscular arms before gliding between his fingers to massage them one by one.

"I have a meeting at 9." But his eyes remained closed.

"I'll tell Linda to reschedule it post lunch."

"I'll lose the client Arzoo."

"His loss," came the confident reply. "Allah knows, if he refuses to reschedule, I'll talk to him personally." Aur charas bodungi, she muttered under her breath. He huffed out a small laugh as he heard her mutter. "Finish your coffee and have that shower. I'll get some breakfast." Before she could move, he turned and wrapping his arms tight around her waist, hid his face in her tummy. Her heart squeezed and melted. Running her hands through his hair, she hugged him to her. "I was so worried when you didn't take the call yesterday. Then I saw that you had forgotten to take your phone." Guilt stabbed him. His arms fell away from her waist as he forced himself to leave the haven of her arms. "What happened? Where did you go?"

He swallowed. "I went..I went to see Zeenat."

Ice froze her veins. Panic exploded and she stumbled, almost falling off the bed before regaining her balance, only to stumble again as she tried to get down the bed and stand. The thought that she'd made the same mistake twice twisted her insides like rapidly spreading poison. The wounds of her healing heart were already bleeding again. And that was her fault. Despite everything, she'd opened herself to him again and allowed him to cut her open a second time. Allah knows, wouldn't she ever learn? Sahir read the thoughts chasing across her face. Ashen, he muttered something unintelligible and reached for her but she snatched her hand away and dodged him.

"Arzoo..no..it's not.."

Her emotions overflowed. Her voice cracked. "Don't. Touch. Me. Y-you s-spent t-the da-day and the n-nigh..n-night w-with y-your f-first wife and now I'm..I w-was.."

She wrapped her arms around herself, sinking onto the floor, boxing herself between the bed and the side table. Sahir stood frozen to the spot, sifting through her words and closing his eyes as it hit him the conclusion she'd drawn. Did she think so low of him that he would do something so vile and disgusting? First Sarfaraz and now him. She had trusted two men in her life and both had turned and stabbed her. A part of him understood and accepted that while another part of him roared in fury at being put in the same level as her father.

With the same care and caution that he would have approached an injured animal, Sahir squatted down next to her. Keeping his voice soft and non-confrontational, he said slowly, "Arzoo, no. Listen to what I am saying. I was in the hospital all day yesterday and last night. I am coming home from there." Her eyes lost the haunted look and turned wary. He continued, "Zeenat is in the hospital. She had been in an accident and has been in a coma for the last seven years. I go to check on her progress every Thursday."

She blinked, arms around herself slowly loosening, gaze turning confused. Bewildered. "Coma? Hospital? She's been in coma all these years?" He nodded. "You go to see her every Thursday." It was a statement. And he wasn't even sure she was speaking to him anymore. It was like she was talking to herself. She slowly got up, moved to the side and away from him.

"Arzoo..wait.." And looked ready to hit something as his phone started ringing. He waited for it to stop. It stopped only to start again. With a muttered expletive he picked it up. Arzoo didn't waste a moment in leaving the room.

****

"Badi begum, you thought now that you got Sahir married to that bakri he would forget all about my Zeenat, didn't you? But see, he went to the hospital like he does every week. No one can take my Zeenat's place in his life begum and it's time you realized and accepted that," Kurti apa, all but dancing on the table, said to Alvira.

"Kurti apa, Sahir going to the hospital doesn't mean a thing. And it's time you realized and accepted that. Had it really meant something to him, he wouldn't have made that threat to you that day. You forgot already? Age is catching up with you is all I can say. Your memory is not as sharp as it used to be."

"Begum, I'm fine and so is my memory. Had you been Sahir's mother you would've realized that.." She left the rest of her sentence unsaid as she spotted Arzoo standing near the door of Alvira's room. She contemplated on needling just for the heck of it but none of her taveez were having any effect on Sahir where this bakri was concerned. She smirked as she walked out of the room silently. There was no need for her to say anything now, was there? From the looks of her, the bakri has already come to know where her shauhar had been the previous day and night. To see his first wife. Not to mention this latest titbit about his mother.

Arzoo waited until Kurti apa left the room and the corridor before entering Alvira's room. How she had worked in the office till evening that day she honestly had no idea. Finally unable to sit still, she had come to talk to Sahir's ammi and had been hit by this. To say that she was shocked was putting it mildly. "Aunty, Sahir..Sahir is not your son?"

Alvira sighed and sat down on the bed, patting the place beside her, inviting Arzoo to sit beside her. After a slight hesitation Arzoo complied. "I'm his stepmother. My shauhar, Sahir's abbu married me when Sahir had been five years old. His ammi had died while delivering her second baby. Both mother and child."

"My ammi knows this?"

Alvira shook her head. "We had lost touch for quite a few years in between and connected again later on. Arzoo, if she had known, she would've told you." Her faraway look seemed to be lost in the past. "I had been very young. Didn't know much about bringing up a child and neither did I like the fact that my parents got me married to a guy who had been married once and has a child too. I'm not making excuses Arzoo. Just giving you the facts." She looked down at her fingers. "My husband had relocated to Mumbai just then and had been in the process of starting a new business. I threw myself into helping him in any way I could. Then within a couple of months I had been pregnant with Shiraz."

Arzoo swallowed. "And Sahir? Where was he?"

"He was with us. But.."

"Neither of you cared for him," Arzoo completed the sentence, feeling shattered on the inside. A five year old boy who had both parents yet unloved by both. An outsider looking in while his stepmother lovingly brought up her sons. How did he bring himself up? Who took care of him?

Alvira nodded guiltily. "My husband had always been a little detached kind of a person. He spent every waking moment building up his business. Soon after Shiraz, I had Zaki. It was while they were growing up that I realized my crime. That there was another child in the house who needed love just as much..if not more. But by then..it was too late. I was too late. He had withdrawn from everyone and I didn't know how to connect with him." She paused. "We had hired Kurti apa when Zaki was about three years old and she took care of all three kids. I think she was the only one who had treated all three kids equally and that's why Sahir to this day respects her a lot." The look she gave Arzoo was filled with resignation and remorse. "After Sahir sold his abbu's business and started Saiyyara, that was when I found some connect with him. We could talk about business and I tried to help him in any way I could."

"And Zeenat? Why does Kurti apa keep saying my Zeenat? Are they related?"

Alvira nodded. "Zeenat is Kurti apa's niece. After her parents passed away, Zeenat had come to stay with Kurti apa for a while. That's how Sahir met her."

"And now she is in coma." Arzoo looked at Alvira's stunned face. "I know aunty. Sahir told me." Her fingers touched her bracelet.

"I admit that despite my reservations about Zeenat, I had hoped that Sahir would find happiness but.."

"But she met with that accident and he was left alone again." She swallowed down the scream of her heart. He doesn't love me. He loves his first wife. "He loves her a lot, doesn't he?"

Alvira gave a sad smile. "Is that what you really think Arzoo?"

"I don't know what to think and I'm tired aunty. Like an onion, I peel one layer and I find another layer underneath that. I don't know anything anymore."

"Sahir has learnt a lot of things Arzoo. He learnt how to hide and act indifferent from his abbu. How to feel unloved and unwanted from me. And Zeenat taught him heart break, betrayal and hatred."

The unscrambled pieces got a little more distorted for Arzoo. "Betrayal? Hatred? Zeenat betrayed him? Why? How?"

"Only Sahir can answer those questions Arzoo. I know I have never given any reason for you to trust me but please believe me when I say that if anyone can teach him and make him believe in love, it is you. If anyone can hold the broken pieces of his heart together, it is you. Allah gawah hain Arzoo, you are his only hope."

****

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Arzoo got down from the car, her feet slowly taking her to the doorstep of the dargah.

Arziyaan Sari Mein Chehre Pe Likh Ke Laaya Hoon
Tumse Kya Mangu Mein Tum Khud Hi Samjah Lo
Ya Maulaaa...
Maula Maula Maula Mere Maula
Maula Maula Maula Mere Maula

Would she find her answers here? When she didn't find them anywhere else? Would HE help her? She didn't know. All she knew was she was tired, confused, hurting.

Dararein Dararein Bandhein Pe Maula
Maramat Mukdar Ki Kar Do Maula
Mere Maula
Tere Dar Pe Jhuka Hoon Meeta Hoon Bana Hoon
Marammat Mukdar Ki Kar Do Maula
Marammat Mukdar Ki Kar Do Maula

"Begum, flowers," the driver handed over the huge basket of flowers. Covering her head with her pink dupatta, she took the flowers and stepped into the dargah. Her feet halted once again at the group of singers as she thought back to the time when she had come to the same place with a different kind of conflict and pain.

Jo Bhi Tere Dar Aaya Juhkne Jo Sar Aaya
MAstiyan Piye Sabko Jhoomta Nazar Aaya
Pyaas Le Ke Aaya Dariya Woh Bhar Laya
Noor Ki Barish Mein Beeghta Sa Tar Aaya
Noor Ki Barish Mein Beeghta Sa Tar Aaya

And here she was, once again. She entered the holy place and gave the flowers before going down on her knees and praying. For strength, peace. She begged HIM to show some light in the right direction. And when she opened her eyes she saw the same fakeer who had spoken to her that long ago night. And he was looking at her. A strange smile playing on his lips. She got up and went to him.

"Pareshaan hain tu. Aaj bhi. Toofan hain tere seene mein. Aaj bhi. Aankhon mein aasu ka sailaab hain. Aaj bhi."

"Par issbaar toofan ki wajah alag hain baba," Arzoo said.

The fakeer smiled. "Dard ne dard ko kheencha aur dard ki pukaar par dard chala aaya. Tera humsafar tujhe milgaya. Uske dard ko tumhe samjna hoga."

"Par baba kaise? Unki zubaan toh khamosh hain!"

"Tera pyaar uss dard ko awaaz dega. Aur tera pyaar hi uss dard ko mita bhi dega." He blessed her. "Jao beta. Allah hamesha tere saath hain. Tera humsafar tere saath hain."

****

"I understand that Parvez sahab but you should understand that Saiyyara does not compromise on the material of the cloth. The shipment is being sent back to you. I need the fresh material as per my specs before tomorrow noon. Khuda hafiz." Sahir threw the phone carelessly on his desk and rubbed his forehead. He was tired, irritable and worried. He didn't want to be talking to the agent. He wanted Arzoo. He had barely seen her in the office that day. She made sure of it as she spent most of her time in the conference room with a few other designers. He didn't even know when she had left. Where did she go? She would still be there at the house, wouldn't she? Of course she would be there, he tried to tell himself. What if she was not there? His chest felt tight. What would he do? His jaw ticked as a low growl escaped as he swiped his hand, crashing the files on the table to the floor. She would not leave him. He would not let her go. She signed the deal, didn't she? She has to stay. Has to, that's IT!

His phone beeped with an incoming email. Smothering a vile curse he nevertheless clicked it open. It was from Zaki. The designs..twenty out of twenty five that they had submitted had been rejected by the client and the client was threatening to pull out. That one client alone contributed to 12% of Saiyyara's profit generation. If he pulled out now..

"NO!" With a loud denial, he tried calling Zaki. The line was busy. He tried again and again only to get the same answer. Line busy. Please try again later. Impotent savage fury enveloped him. Every time he got near his goal, every time he started to breathe easy, something had to happen to threaten it. Why! Ya Khuda! Why! He raised his fist to smash it against the glass wall of his cabin. But the fist never connected. A firm hand held it, breaking the momentum. Preventing the damage. His wild eyes met her panicked ones. She took both his palms between hers, touched them, making sure he was unhurt before letting them go and cupping his cheeks.

"Sahir! What happened? Talk to me. What happened?"

His fury died the second he felt her hands on him. Inhaling deeply, he struggled for control. "The Singapore client wants to pull out. They have rejected our designs."

She paused. "All of them?"

"Twenty out of twenty five."

"Did you talk to Zaki?" She silently cursed herself wishing she knew more about the business side of things. Allah knows, she was a designbaaz not a businessbaaz.

"His phone is not getting connected. I can't lose this deal Arzoo." He shook her by her shoulders. "I. can't. lose."

Arzoo gently guided him back to his chair and pushed him into it. "Sit. Here. Drink this water." She waited until he emptied the glass before saying, "You won't lose it. You are the same person who brought this company from ground up Sahir. One contract is not going to change that fact." He shook his head. She got down on her knees in front of his chair and gripped his palms between hers. "Listen to me. I'm telling you that you won't lose it."

"How-How do you know?" His eyes looked desperate as they clung to hers.

"I just do. Now, call Zaki again." He picked up the phone while gripping her hand with the other. "Zaki? What happened?"

"Bhai, they didn't like the designs. They're saying there are too many similarities between the designs and they expected each one to be totally unique from the other. I'm still talking to them."

"Email me the ones that have been rejected." He read the note that Arzoo had hastily scribbled, looked at her as he asked her question to Zaki. "And ask them if they would be OK getting a complete new set of designs by tomorrow noon."

Zaki spluttered at the other end. "Tomorrow noon? But bhai.."

"Ask Zaki. I'll be waiting here. Let me know." He cut the call and both of them waited in silence. She didn't let go of his hand and neither did he. Fifteen minutes after he spoke to Zaki, the phone rang again.

"Bhai, they agreed. But how will we.."

Looking at Arzoo, Sahir replied, "Saiyyara has the best designbaaz Zaki. We'll get it done. Just email me those files."

Zaki remained silent for a few seconds and then he ended the call with a, "Good luck both of you."

Arzoo got up. "Looks like it's going to be a long night. I'll tell Arif to send our dinner plates here and we'll start."

"Ruko." Her feet halted. She turned to face him. "Are you OK?"

She met his turbulent eyes. Sahir. The unwanted, unloved boy. The betrayed broken man. Her husband with a scarred past and a shattered heart. The man she loved above everyone and everything. "Yes, I'm fine."

She reached the door when he called her again. "Suno?" She turned again. "Thank you."

Amazingly, she smiled. "Thank me once we complete those twenty designs. And today I'm going to have the rare chance of not only working with my boss but also seeing him as a designbaaz. Let's see who will get out the maximum number of unique designs before tomorrow morning. Boss or his wife."

Needling him, fighting with him, hiding her love in the guise of the deal..none was yielding her any answers. They were not long term solutions either.

Tera pyaar uss dard ko awaaz dega. Aur tera pyaar hi uss dard ko mita bhi dega.

Maybe fakeer baba was right. Allah knows if Zeenat had shown him betrayal, then she, Arzoo Sahir Azim Chaudhary would show him her love. So much love that he would be forced to talk. Starting now.

Kaisa laga?? Iss nacheez ko batana na bhooliyega. Intezaar rahega. Khuda Hafiz.