Standing in front of the mirror in her room looking at the reflection of her blushed cheeks reliving the beautiful moments of the evening.
Rey tying the dori for her promising not to look. The way he looked into her eyes. All this things humming like a honey bee in her head.
Kria looking at herself confused- Yeh kar rahi hain Kria? Kyun itna soch rahin hain uske bare main? Pata hain na who kaun hain? Bhale hi kitna bhi chabbilal banta ho hain toh wahin na Dazzler Reyaansh Singhania.
Moving towards her windows looking up at the sky- Universe ji yeh mujhe kya ho rahan hain? Meri toh kuch samajh main nahi aa raha hain. Ab na apko hi meri confusion dur karni hogi. Apko toh pata hain na ki aaj kal dance steps se zyada Rey mere khayalon main salsa or locking popping karta hain. Kahin yeh Love shove toh nahin na? Please universe ji kuch toh sign do. Apko meri madad karni hi padegi. Goodnight.
She snuggled in her blankets drifting in her dreams invaded by Rey as if Universe giving its signs to her.
Rey looking outside his windows staring at the sky clutching his fist tightly as if still trying to lock the feel of touching her.
Rey- Please meri baat cutter ke Universe Ji usey kuch toh aisa sign do jise usey pata chale ki who bhi mujhe pasand karti hain. Main kuch bolun usey pehle toh who mera mooh hi band kar deti hain apne zabaan ke AK-47 ke use se aap hi kuch kar do na please.
Winking towards the sky goes to dream of his baat cutter both unaware of being in each others dream.
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