Danish Taimoor AT #5 II Hero of All Heroes II - Page 32

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Aaj kal kaafi zyada shamsher ke ghar mein shooting chal rahi hai.

Originally posted by: Ashley.Tisdale

I can understand bro.

Sorry to say this but Dilliwalon ka problem hai, ek baar mere kuch cousins aaye they Delhi se aur bata rahe they ki ye show-shaa ke chakkar mein kitna faltugiri karte hai, specially those raees paise wale Delhi-ites. Shagun ek cheez hoti hai but faltu ki bak***di karne walon pe bahot gussa aata hai

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Aaj kal kaafi zyada shamsher ke ghar mein shooting chal rahi hai.

Originally posted by: -shopaholic-

I think Anila styles Danish's looks whenever Ayeza Danish do something together be it photoshoots, ads etc. But dont know whether she did for Meherposh or not. She even Did Wajood's look for him right? Which is why she had tagged along with them to Turkey. And i dont know which show it was in particular but Danish had mentioned in the caption, styled by Anila. (Haara dil/Rubaru Ishq Tha/Jaanbaaz, it was one of these shows) So thats when i was like oh Anila styles him for shows as well. Not sure if it is for a particular look only or for the entire character.

Ali Abbas and Hiba Bhukhari both are in Dubai for PISA. Jisko Deewangi ke taraf se actually jana tha wahi nai hai. 😆

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Originally posted by: Puruuu

Yaar i know, i dont deny what you are saying. I have lived in mumbai for a few months and kaafi aana jana hai mumbai offcourse before covid, i have a lot of friends there, vibe hi alag hai wahan, and bilkul no sho sha even when bollywood hai whan pe tab bhi. Delhi ki to capital wali akad nai jati. I am part of that vicious circle, i can go on and on on not liking it but ultimately i do how the society is following everything you see. Yahan frustration bahaut nai nikal sakti thi, PM pe karni hai to karle.

Haan na bro. I know what you mean. PM pe aaja, no problem.

@bold: Bro aise wala C bhi bahot hai yahan, sahi jage pe jayegi tab pata chalega 😆 PM pe bata mujhe kaha kaha aayi ho, phir main jage batati hu udhar next time jaake dekhna 🤣

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yes, every time i see this pic, i always feel that this is his natural texture. Which is wavy.

Ayeza in an interview while talking about hoorain was saying that she was straightening her hair or something when hoorain started to laugh some story like that. So that convo made me think, Ayeza might have straight hair, slight wavy but not pin straight hair like we have been seeing since so many years. And the thing is we hardly ever see these two in their natural texture hair, i wonder how they manage to keep up. Kudos to them for showing the world only what they want to show. 😆

And neither ayeza's fam nor Danish's fam members have curly hair, yeh rayan ko kaise spring wale baal aagaye pata nai 😆 hoorain has wavy and slight curly.. woh toh Danish ke hi lagte hain

His turkey pics too had his natural texture showing

Ayeza's got slight waves, whereas Danish has wavy but leaning towards curly hair. Isliye bacchon ke baal aise hai. However ab Hoorain ke curls jaise tame ho gaye ho...itne young bacche ke baal toh straighten nahi karaenge na.

@bold: Wahan pap culture nahi hai na ab tak, celebs there show only what they want to show 😆 Shoot ke waqt style kar dete hai, straightener use karke, baaki time ghar pe normal hi hota hoga.

Turkey ke photos mein Danish ne jaan muchke bhi style nahi kiya, Ayeza toh kar hi deti uske hair ko style, but I think he was letting us get used to it before the Shahzaib transformation.

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Viu is officially unavailable in India from today

Lets see what Geo does, because Deewangi does have fans in India.

Originally posted by: -shopaholic-

Ali Abbas and Hiba Bhikhari both are in Dubai for PISA. Jisko Deewangi ke taraf se actually jana tha wahi nai hai. 😆

Danish ka alag hi chalta hai bro 🤣 I love his idgaf wala attitude honestly 😆❤️

Uska sahi hai na, jab LSA jeeta tab bhi bola ki maine lobby ki hi nahi thi, matlab subtly sunna diya sabko ki dekho bc mere fans hai 😆

But Hiba and Ali hai na wahan, koi represntative hona chahiye.

Danish ka record hai, jitne bhi awards jeeta hai na. kabhi function pe nahi gaya hai 🤣 Usko jab Best Debut for Jalaibee mila tha na ARY Awards mein, tab bhi nahi gaya tha 🤣

So those Shahzaib-Isra pictures just popped in a scenario in my brain ☺️😆

This is set after the two got back together and are living in the small house. The outfits and vibe are the same as those new photos.

I've tried to make it more of a drabble than an OS so its shorter than what I usually write. 😆 And please bear in mind that I am still exhausted over the festivities but couldn't resist writing this for ya'll. 😳

I hope my version of Shahzaib and Isra still sound like them, its been a while since I've written about them!

Enjoy 😳 And drop me a review 😆

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Lazy Sunday Afternoon

It was a cool, breezy day, the sun was bright enough without being too harsh. It was also one of those days when all I wanted to do was…nothing. Even though I had an assignment submission looming over my head, I did not have the will to take my laptop and begin typing.

Oh well. Perhaps I could occupy myself with something else.

The coffee maker buzzed, indicating the brew was ready. Swiftly I added just the right amount of milk and sugar, picking up the two mugs and walked outside to the garden, where my husband was.

The warmth that spread through my insides was indescribable, and it was just because I saw him. He was perched on the grass, his curly hair being caressed by the wind, handsome face scrunched up while he tapped his phone screen. I took in what he wore today for the tenth time. How could he make the simplest of outfits look so sexy?

Shaking my head, I moved closer to him, he had not noticed me standing right behind him.

‘Coffee?’ I asked softly.

He turned to look at me, smiling gently, ‘Of course. Sit with me?’

I complied, adjusting my lavender kurta, passing him his mug. He pulled me next to him and I twined my right arm with his left, running my free hand across the length of his bicep. Never did I let go of a chance to physically objectify him…in a respectful way of course.

He took both the mugs, placing them at a distance from us. I raised an eyebrow, ‘Shahzaib, we’re supposed to drink that.’

‘And we will Isra,’ he said, continuing to smile at me. ‘But I need your help.’

‘Yes?’

‘How do I clear this level?’

My nostrils flared in frustration, ‘You’re playing Candy Crush again? I told you its addictive!’

‘Sorry,’ He looked embarrassed. ‘But I want to get through this one. Please baby help me, its been three days.’ A tiny smile adorned his face, while I grinned widely at his childishness.

‘Of all the things you could ask me to do on a Sunday…’ I shook my head and took the phone from his hand. ‘Here, see this.’

As I worked on the level, I felt Shahzaib’s arm wrap around me. My grin turned into a huge smile when I felt his cheek rest against my neck.

‘Stop distracting me,’ I told him.

‘You aint the boss of me,’ he teased me, pushing my hair over my left shoulder, peppering the exposed skin with tiny kisses.

Goosebumps rose on my skin. I struggled to keep my focus on the screen, since I had less than five moves left. Shahzaib continued to distract me, and might I say, he was successful. Just when I had one move remaining, he started to nip my skin on purpose, only so that I could not get complete the level.

‘Shahzaib Sadat!’ I half-yelled. He knew I was a sore loser and was enjoying every bit of this.

‘Yes, Isra Shahzaib,’ he turned my face away from the screen to kiss me soundly. My right hand immediately grabbed the collar of his light-blue denim shirt, moving upwards to grab his soft locks. We deepened the kiss, the game forgotten and my grip loosened on the mobile. Slowly I felt his hand move down my front, his feather-light touch making me crave for more…until he grabbed the phone from my hand and broke the kiss, only to finish the game and beam at me.

‘I won,’ he winked at me.

I saw red, nostrils flared. ‘Did you just…do that?! Chose a video game over me?!’

Shahzaib tried to stand up and run away from me, ’See I wanted to cle—’

‘Nu-uh!’ I pushed him on the ground, straddling him. ‘You started something and then behaved like a teenager!’

He sat up, snaking his arms around me, ‘Sor—’

‘Nope.’ I cut him off. ‘I swear Shahzaib—’

‘Baby!’ He said louder than me. ‘I’m sorry.’ His deep, dark eyes had turned softer, lips jutting slightly out in a pout.

I sighed, shaking my head, deciding to forgive him for only one reason. He looked like a complete snack in his denim and white vest combo, and I was not going to waste such an opportunity.

My eyes bored into his as I swivelled my hips slightly, inciting a throaty moan from him. I unbuttoned his denim shirt and pushed it off his broad shoulders, exposing the white vest he wore underneath.

‘Come on then, make it upto me,’ I half-commanded him, running my hands on his chest through the fabric.

‘Here?’ He looked surprised. ‘Outdoors?’

‘This is our house, darling, we can do whatever we want, wherever we want.’ I pulled the dupatta off me, noticing how his eyes were following all my gestures, pupils dilated after this one action of mine. ‘Come on, Shahzaib, you can’t deny me after the stunt you pulled off…’ Gently, I held the dog tag locket around his neck, pulling him towards me, sealing our lips together.

‘Well then Isra…I’m gonna have to warn you to control your volume, you wouldn’t want the neighbours to hear us.’

My kurti came off and Shahzaib rolled us over, laying me on the soft grass. The mugs of coffee were long forgotten while he fulfilled his promise. The heat of his mouth and the cold of the locket was addicting, making me more responsive than usual. He continued to whisper dirty nothings into my ear, salacious praises which were scandalous, but solely for me. My fingernails dug into his back, as I came undone repeatedly under his touch.

Soon, we basked in the glow while facing each other, the wind drying us off. Shahzaib continued to stroke my face, my fingers ran across his torso.

‘I thought you didn’t want to do anything today,’ he quipped, teasing me again.

‘This isn’t counted,’ I replied. Before he could say anything I quickly commanded him, ‘Tell me you’re mine.’

He kissed my forehead, ‘I am yours, Isra, you know that.’

‘No. I mean you are only mine. So that next time I won’t have to share you with a mobile game.’

‘Only yours. And I love you.’ He chuckled. ‘Come here.’

‘I love you too.’

We cuddled unabashedly, soaking in the sun. As Shahzaib tucked me under his chin, his fingers soothing skin on my back which had become slightly sensitive because of our ministrations in the grass. My eyes fluttered shut, letting my husband take care of me.

It was a Lazy Sunday Afternoon…but apparently there was one thing I wouldn’t mind doing, no matter what.