Originally posted by: Anusha16
And then his fingers faintly linger.... brushing against her lips, wondering how soft something can ever be to his touch.... a miracle perhaps?
Not "Jaan Ban Gaye"
But "Labon be Labon ko Sajao"

There was reverence in his touch, as though they were discovering something sacred. He didn’t claim her; he asked for her, silently, tenderly, waiting for her heart to answer before his body did.
"I won't break," she whispered, half-smiling through the glint of unshed tears.
"And I won’t let you fall," he replied, his voice low, velvet-like, as his forehead gently touched hers...
"Kismat se hame aap humdam mil gaye....
Jaise ke dua ko alfaz mil gaye"..🤣
My fear is tooo real 😭
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