Par woh baat apne zehen se nikal nahin pa raha hoon...And then all I hear is ehsaas? JUNOON? Who's feeling what. Wait what? What! He's actually. Oh God Oh GOD!!!!
Is this really happening.
I mean.
So close. So very close.
And!
Outdoor! Where there are trees. And grass. And well everything green.. and flying dupattas and then the sky. Oh sky se yaad aaya...nahin! Abhi nahin. Woh dusri kissa. Let me deal with this first.
Toh kahan thi main.
Haan. Ehsas.
So ehsas? Do you feel what I feel. Do you feel it too?
And then.
Aapko kuch chahiye?
Hit, crash. BURN.
Damn!
It was a...dream? Wha-
Oh dear.
What a dream.
I was like huh? HUH!!!!
Oh he had the same reaction.
His answering HUH?
So dazzling!
Arre yaar. Farz tu toh aaj bhi gaye, kam se.
What a thought. He was dreaming. He was thinking. Of her. And going by what she has to say Uh...aap bohot dher se isi tarha chup chap kadhi rahe hai.
He was just quietly looking at her, thinking. Approaching her and finally saying what he wanted to say. Alas. Aisa toh nahin hua.
Oh Aahil. That sensuous. Unintentionally seductive and every bit husky voice of yours. Oh God.
So, so, so provocative. Very inviting. And damn it if it wasn't arousing.
Yellow pants be damned.
And then he actually came near her.
I can't help thinking...kahin yeh bhi dream hai...? Jijag jijag jijag. If I didn't know him better, I would definitely think he's nervous. And hell confused. Wait. I do know him better. Oh God.
He's actually nervous.
So close. I wish he holds her arm or something.
But before that!!!!!!
I need to clear something.
Sabse badi baat and I forgot.
The bump. Where they collide.
We got the collision the very first scene. Like it just started. Like just like that and then bump!
So tell me.
Did. Uh.
Did their nose...touch?
*I can't be sure 'coz nobody resurrected me. Not even Junoon*
Think about it. That was so so so hot. I'm burning.
Nida resurrected me back to life. IRONIC. But it was HIS name really that did the trick. Aahil. Nam toh suna hi hoga?
Nahin?
Intro karoon?
Goway.
He's mine. Yellow pants and all.
But Aahil. Handsome. I need to know something. Find it in your gorgeous body, eh, I mean head and heart to answer me sincerely.
No? Aahil not answerable to me.
Fine.
Imma still ask.
Aahil the sexy excuse of a man, looking at her...hoping what exactly? That penetrating gaze, the intensity of which caught even me. EVEN ME. Okay I was caught way before the gaze but hey. Not the point. The point is. If Sanam remembers it...? If her mehsoos is what you're mehsoos-ing? Then..? If she feels the same. Uss din jo hua tum dono ke bich hua. If she feels the same...toh?
Then?
What would you do. What would you do.
That thought is making me go mad.
Aahil Raza Ibrahim. Rich, debonair, Prince of the castle. Aahil.
Dare I say...
Dare I dream.
Would you have...I mean. Am just wondering...would you even consider...
Oh. There's still hope. I'm not gonna jinx it by saying it out loud.
And all I'm thinking is. I love you Germany, but Aahil is having flashbacks.
Ammi is always important. Even if she's a billi. But. That's not what I meant.
I'm talking about a certain terrain of thoughts. Of a memory. Flashback.
Flashbacks about 'uss din jo hamare bich hua'
Oh God. How many buttons were opened?
Damn black shirt. Mere dhyan kidhar the. Hero toh idhar hai.
I'm a goner.
Damn. Damn. DAMN.
Voice. Focus on that voice F. That voice. Get your mind off of a certain chiseled chest. What?
;)
Oh Sanam. I love you. I love you. I mean I don't really. Coz you're messing with my darling Aahil. But. YOU'RE MESSING WITH HIM! And I'm so very very VERY glad.
I mean. Yo.
Junoon-e-Ishq needs plenty of Junoon! Abhi toh ehsas ki baat chal raha hai.
And oh Sanam. You poor thing. Khamzor hogayi. That was a 'lil sad coz here she's still recovering from a tragedy...and Aahil is waiting for her to say something about...well...that ehsas!
But Sanam!
YOU DON'T REMEMBER AAHIL TAKING CARE OF YOU!?
Why why why!! Yeh kaisa khel hai!
*Junoon-e-Ishq*
I'm thinking I should stop here.
And celebrate Germany's winning.
And.
Raha and Hayat?
Hmm.
Today indeed is flowers and pots.
Khushboo. Aasman. Hawa.
Smile smile smile.
And THUMP!
Earth. Broken vases. Shocked Haya. And equally shocked Rahat.
But that look Haya gave Rahat when the vases broke. That deadly glare. I squirmed. And I dare say even Rahat did.
Thus happened the plastering of the gamla *K3G reference*
And sweeet answering smile. Pehla kadam! Dosti ki?
Hmm.
And before that Haya wiped her face with earth-filled hand. And the mark is there on her forehead.
I'm thinking.
Will he wipe it for her.
No. He won't.
But.
He will give her a handkerchief. Or a tissue? To wipe it off.
*Sukoon-e-Ishq*
Am loving both!
And I want both.
Junoon and Sukoon.
Call me greedy.
I want.
And I get.
On another issue.
The swimming pool sure plays a major part in QH2.
Today it acts as a beach.
Nida in a summer dress. And a cocktail drink. Possibly fruit punch. And Khala Khalu playing 21 questions. About woh.
And Asma. Standing enjoying the view?
And Tannu. Playing hide? *no one's seeking her, okay lame.*
And look. Minus a kneel down and a ring. A proposal just happened.
Right. Next. To the pool.
Sanam. Sadly, in your face. But not to you.
Will she get a certain...ehsas?
Not yet?
Hmm maybe after picking out a ring of her choice. But not for her.
Maybe then she'll bet the ehsas?
Still no..?
Hmm.
Oh it doesn't matter.
It's a good night.
It's a good good night.
Thank you Germany. Bye Portugal. *Two different matches*
And. I love you sexy. Rrr.
*totally talking about a certain black shirt*
Thanks for reading.
⭐️FaRz
p/s Not my best, but am way too high to care.
p/p/s I love flashbacks
p/p/p/s Is love in the air?