Good afternoon/evening/morning lovely Sahibas and James Banna.🤗
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Originally posted by: roseraja1915
Good afternoon/evening/morning lovely Sahibas and James Banna.
Happy Christmas, James and Baisas!🤗
X'mas deco at Pavilion, Kuala Lumpur. My sis clicked this last Saturday.😳
Many, Many Happy Returns of the Day, Bond!🤗
Originally posted by: karkuzhali
Hiding BehindASTRANGERA Historical Romance by Lashy(Abridged)Part III The Floods.Chapter 14.Bhabhijaan Heera..Akbar's Quarters..Next morning...Dipping the blade in medicated water, he shook the excess water off. Peeping into the mirror, at the face that was still glistening from sweat fresh out of his morning exercise routine, he ran a wary hand on the 5-day stubble coarsening his jaws. 'Too dishevelled...'
'The aroma!' Azeez suddenly gasped 'Do you smell that? We might visit the richest households... but somehow the fragrance that emanates from Maharaj Sahib's kitchen is unparalleled! I've missed this the past month' So enamoured was the young chap by the smell of sugar and spice that he didn't realise he'd brought his chores to a brief halt. 'I wonder what sweet dishes are on the menu today... laddu... ghevar...'
Letting Azeez dream on, Akbar called out to his best mate 'By the way... I noticed Mahadev Rai Sahib has written to us out of gratitude... for the kind of money Sufi is making him...I hope you've responded...'
'No Akbar...' Ibrahim exhaled, having set aside the water flasks that had to be taken away for a clean 'the message only arrived yesterday... I was meant to respond last evening... but I ended up getting occupied...'
'Occupied with?' Akbar murmured a quiet question, while fashioning the stubble on his chin.
'Playing chaupar...'
Azeez was surprised. 'Chaupar?'
Sayyid was surprised. 'With whom?'
'With Ratan Sahib... Chacha jaan... and bhabhijaan...' Ibrahim was quick to add 'on bhabhijaan's orders, of course!'
The blade was brought to a steady halt midway down the arch of his chin - as was everything else that Azeez and Sayyid were doing.
'Bhabhijaan?' Interesting! Akbar cast a long stare at the silhouette of his busy friend through the mirror. 'Go on...'
'I should've expected the evening would get busy... and planned ahead...' exhaled Ibrahim, continuing to sort through the mess 'I'll respond to the message straightaway'
'And Mirza Sahib...' Akbar shifted around in his spot to tend to the other half of his face 'may I ask why is it that you should've 'expected' the evening would get busy?'
'Because... over the past month, it's how most evenings would go... chaupar... cards... riddles... we all would get together... share a few conversations... laughs...' Ibrahim was quick to add 'that we do so, was bhabhijaan's wish, of course!'
'I see' Akbar raised a brow, trying not to react too much to the slew of unexpected updates. Chaupar most evenings? With 'bhabhijaan'? This was actually getting QUITE intriguing! Wonder how much more was to come.
Azeez, however, had been poised about the updates for as long as he could be.
'Bh...' he almost coughed, but muffled it down instead when he recalled all the past instances he'd been reproached for his untimely 'coughs'. 'Bhabhijaan?' he shoved an old towel at Ibrahim 'What's with the new title? Flattering the Sahiba, are we?'
'Hey...' Ibrahim jerked sideways in defence 'That new title is in keeping with Harka Sahiba's wishes too...'
'In keeping with Harka Sahiba's wishes'
'HER wish?' Azeez exchanged a quick look with Sayyid, who not surprisingly, appeared just as amused! 'Oh then... isn't that how we're meant to start addressing her too? After all she's our Sahiba...'
'It'd be disrespectful not to...'
Their chatter hushed down, when the trio noticed Khan Sahib glaring right back at them through the mirror - the glint in his eyes sharper than the blade he was holding. That could not be a good sign.
Clamming his grin shut, Ibrahim sobered up the tone of his sentences 'Come on... there's still plenty to do...'
'Yes... let's get serious... and wrap up the chores here...'
Azeez was finding it far tougher to clam up the grins. So, he decided to resort to the other forms of diversion to mask his amusement. 'Yes... let's wrap up the work here quickly... for, the aroma of melting ghee is inviting me! Might it be Balushahi? Might it be Kheer? Might it be Malpua? Or... might this be our lucky day... and be all three? Khan Sahib has returned after a month away... therefore... at the suggestion of bhabhijaa...' he had to pause when he was interrupted by a low sound - the sound of the Sahib clearing his throat.
'That's enough with the repeated references, Azeez'
'But Khan Sahib...' the young chap turned around, the sparkle in his eye bright as ever 'I was only following Harka Sahiba's wishes... being respectful'
'How kind!' The gravity in the master's tone abruptly rose by a few intimidating notches 'But, shall we get back to work now? In silence?'
'Yes Sahib'
Once certain his words had taken effect, Akbar finished up with the final touches on his right half. When done, his palm glided along the skin on both sides of his neck and jaw, making sure they were even and smooth. 'Much better...'
He set the blade down, before splashing a few handfuls from the cauldron of warm water and patting his face dry with a clean cloth.
It was more than an hour later, when the letters had been read and the important scrolls sealed away. The messages were mostly business as usual. But there was one about a plausible development on the Chota Faizan case and another from an informer at a safe-house - both of which he'd get back to, later in the day.
In the meanwhile though, he needed to take a break. Ibrahim and Sayyid had just left for their respective homes and there were other responsibilities beckoning him outside the 4 walls of that chamber too.
Stretching his stiff neck, Akbar stood up from his desk, picking up his dagger belt as he approached the bed to put it where it belonged - by the bedstead. Then, he paced across, to grab a fresh set of clothes from a trunk to head for a bath.
However, three steps on and his feet came to a faltering halt. A vague image was drifting in a corner of his mind. Had his sight chanced upon something unusual?
He had to check.
So, he backtracked.
And he was right.
There it was. On his pillow. So tiny it could be missed. Yet unusual enough that it stood out when spotted. A fine strand of hair.
Pinching the tress between his fingertips, he held it up against the sunlight. Long. Dark brown. Wavy. And enticingly familiar.
'My... my' The lines of intrigue crowding around his brows dissolved - to give way to a look of disbelief. And then smooth surprise. 'Really?' he questioned the facts, as his glistening eyes focussed on the prized find in his hand.
Had she spent time here in his chamber, when he was away? Why? To snoop? But if her intentions were not benign, why would a strand of her hair be lying on his pillow?
'Mustafa...'
'Sahib'
The guard posted at the doorway hastened in 'Yes Sahib?'
'Did any of the maids enter my room when I was away?' Akbar kept his approach casual, not wanting to give away much 'To clean the place, maybe?'
'No Sahib... we'd never disregard your orders...'
'Hmmm...' he nodded slowly 'someone else came in though...'
'Oh...' For this query, the guard wasn't as forthcoming with his reply 'none of the maids... OR the guards...'
Akbar took a calculated pause. It was enough to caution the guard that he could see through the lies. Enough to render the guard unnerved. 'Harka Sahiba, then?'
Mustafa lowered his eyelids 'Last night... she came by... asked us to keep it hush hush... anyone else and we would've... b... b... but the Sahiba...how could we stop her? In her own home?'
'I see'
What compelling reason could the Sahiba have had to spend time here and lounge on his pillow to the extent that she'd defied his guards to be able to do so? And why was he getting the repeated impression that his presence had been sorely missed?
'It's fine... you go on... I'll deal with it...' Akbar indicated towards the exit, a smile waiting to toy at the fringes of his lips 'and... please send a message for the Sahiba... letting her know that... I'd like to meet with her... if she's free this noon... over a few glasses of sherbet, maybe?'
'Yes Sahib'..
The Terrace...
That Noon..
'Khamma Ghani Khan Sahib...'
One month.
One month later, they were here. As it is, seeing him in flesh and form was rare. Even rarer was the fact that he'd requested her company, over a few glasses of Sherbet.
Not surprising then that as she'd walked in, her erratic emotions were worse than those of a bride meeting with her groom on the first day.
Thankfully, the tumult had shown signs of settling now.
HE, on the other hand, was anything but. Reposing on the low divan an arm's length across from hers, his right foot lay casually on top of his left leg. One arm was stretched out, to rest over a bolster and the other one was loosely splayed across his thigh. Deep blue he'd chosen to wear - a colour he tended to reserve for more informal occasions. 'Relaxed' was the first word that came to mind.
With it being noon, the awnings had been pulled over to shade part of the terrace. However, he'd chosen a spot that allowed the sunbeams to bathe his torso. The aura that this brought about, reflected a content man.
Was this aura of contentment because his mission had been a resounding success? Apart from a small gash on top of his wrist, there was nothing to show that he was affected psychologically or physically - a welcome contrast from his appearance at the end of his previous mission
'Salaam Begum Sahiba...'
Reposing on the low divan an arm's length across from his, her legs were crossed to a side, at the ankles. Yes, her right ankle had healed perfectly. The Sahiba was returning his gazes in her characteristically-elusive way. Yes, her sight had recovered. Thank the Lord! There were no signs of fatigue on her features either. She had been taking care of herself well. Of course, he knew all of it since he ensured Ibrahim kept him informed. Still, it could never be as reassuring as witnessing it first-hand, for himself.
She'd chosen a shaded spot to sit. She generally did, to avoid the chances of the sun giving her a headache. Her fingers were crossed on her lap. It meant she was still guarded in his presence - though not as guarded as she used to be. Nonetheless, there was something markedly different about her today. Two things to be precise. One, that sparkling necklace embracing the base of her neck invitingly - its array of diamonds trying to compete with the fair skin along the delicate arch of her shoulders. The wedding gift.
'Splendorous' was the first word that came to mind. Yet, in all its glory, it could not match the dazzle pervading her smile. Over the past month, it was the image of a smile on her pink lips that would caress his eyelids shut every single night - however good or bad the day was. But what he noticed adorning her lips this noon was something else altogether. She was truly happy. At peace. When they last parted, she was upset with him. And they'd never corresponded thereafter. So, what could've happened since then to reflect these changes in her? These 'interesting' changes. The walls and distances should've pulled them apart. Yet, she seemed more comfortable around him, as he felt around her. As if in this time apart, they'd sought and found a small breach in that wall to be able to reach out to each other.
'Beautiful indeed!' he whispered, coming off the backrest to help himself to one of the two brass goblets of sherbet, and to offer her the second one.
'Did you say something, Khan Sahib?'
'That set looks beautiful on you'
Heera was going to hazard a bold guess - but the subtle language of his eyes gave the impression that it wasn't only the diamond set he was complimenting when he whispered 'beautiful' twice. 'Thank you...' she took a sip of the sherbet to mask her grin.
'Take care... keep it safe'
'Safe?' A mild frown brimmed between her brows 'I would, of course'
'Because I suspect there are thieves in the Haveli.'
'What?' Heera half-giggled in disbelief. Was he serious? On studying him closely, it became obvious that there wasn't enough gravity in his tone to back it up.
No. She wasn't swayed. It had to be a joke. 'Thieves? Can't be...'
'Well... there's one at least!'
'Where?' the half-giggle returned 'And how did you find out, Khan Sahib? You've only just arrived'
With a deep-throated sigh Akbar leaned forward, resting both elbows upon his legs. 'I am an intelligence officer Begum Sahiba' he bore into her eyes, albeit gently 'I would be no good at my job if I wouldn't know when a thief's been in my room'
Her barriers unexpectedly disarmed, Heera glanced aside for a moment, away from the sight of those frighteningly handsome features invading her space. Why this strange approach? Almost felt like playful aggression. No doubt, he came up close because he didn't want others outside hearing what he told her - but she also got the feeling that he was trying to tell HER something.
Unless...
'Know when a thief's been in my room'
Unless...
'In my room'
Her pulse quickened a beat.
Unless...
He was referring to HER as the thief who'd been in his room!
Some of that sweet sherbet that was half-way down her mouth nearly rushed the wrong way out as she tried to stifle a gasp. But, how would he know? The guard had sworn not to tell. And she'd taken special care to leave things just as they were.
'Thief...' she cleared her throat, managing to cover her tracks quite well 'I hope they haven't taken anything'
'Strange...' he shrugged a shoulder 'apparently, they haven't stolen anything. However, they did leave behind a clue.'
'What?' All that drink and her throat was still drying up. 'Clue?' she swiftly reminded herself not to forget to keep smiling, while her fingers fidgeted with her braid. She'd fluffed up the pillows, straightened the sheets and touched nothing else. What clue could she have possibly left behind?
It was then that she noticed - as he took the drink to his lips - how his expressions had gained an edge. There was a crafty smile dancing between the eyes that were watching her through the stem of the goblet. Watching her fingers, to be precise.
Heera quickly looked down to see what it was that her fingers were holding.
The edges of her hair!
'Hair?' She'd left behind a strand of hair, hadn't she? Could well be. It was dark and she might not have spotted it.
'Darn!' She was truly caught!
An awkward instant later, she mustered the grit to meet eyes with the officer who'd found her out, her face a good few degrees warmer now.
However, that didn't mean the young lady intended to surrender either. She just let it be. For, she was confident the Mansabdar couldn't and wouldn't be able to punish her for this misdeed.
Quite frankly, the Mansabdar was taking a real fancy to her stance. What he was getting to witness because of it. The various shades of feminine wiles - a coyness in her smile at knowing she was caught and yet a defiance in her gaze at knowing that she was immune to his rules. It made him want to do both, challenge that defiance, and claim that coyness.
'Anyhow...' he set down his empty goblet, using the break to quietly tame the adrenaline rushing through his veins that was setting his pulse on fire 'I wouldn't worry you... or bore you with facts... since this does not involve you... so...' his fingers drummed on the bolster 'let's get down to business as usual... any updates on the crops? The revenue? The town? The people? The haveli?' his words slowed 'Life at the haveli?'
'Well...' she shook her head, after giving his question a good thought 'life at Parnagarh has been mundane... routine... which can actually be a good thing'
With a low smirk Akbar dropped the hint that somehow, he wasn't buying her answer 'Wonder why I heard so differently...'
Sipping on her last sip, she set the goblet down too. 'Differently? Care to elaborate, Khan Sahib?'
'Hmmm...' He ran a thumb along his temple slyly 'Riddles... laughter... games... cards... chausar... I hear the evenings have been lively here!'
Oh, so he had been keeping quite a close eye on her. Closer than she'd imagined. Then again, she was married to a master spy.
'Well... that's how it used to be' Heera chuckled. But it wasn't an entirely happy chuckle. 'I have to keep myself occupied in the evenings somehow... since jiji... since... since... she's... not around' she inhaled sharply with a shrug. It got difficult - for an instant - to continue voicing her views. 'Well... jiji's not around... and neither are you Khan Sahib, most of the time'
Averting his gazes, the young lady picked up the empty goblet and tilted it at her lips, as if that would dissolve the lump forming at the bottom of her throat.
Akbar watched on. Said nothing.
Instead, he picked up the jar of sherbet and held his palm out - gesturing with his fingers to hand over the empty glass, which she did. Then, he refilled the goblet and gave it back before returning to the comfort of his backrest.
'So...' he spoke up - having given her a few moments of solitude before trying to lighten the ambience again 'Ibrahim is an ideal choice for a competitor. He is good at chausar'
'Mirza bhaijaan is quite good with the dice... I managed to learn a few tricks from him...'
The young man's dark eyes toyed with hers, gleaming with intent.
'Then I must invite you to a few matches... for an evening or two...'
'My' Heera rose her left brow. Was he inviting her to a couple of evenings of games and fun? After hearing that she'd been indulging in the same, in his absence? 'Any particular reason?'
'That way...' the deliberate pause sent the tension in the air peaking 'I'll get to see what tricks he's taught my Begum Sahiba'
'My...my' She felt the rush of warmth in her skin again - not failing to detect how his voice had become thicker when he uttered the 'my' of my Begum Sahiba. Could she hazard her second bold guess for the day that the Sahib was actually feeling possessive of her?
She hadn't indulged in games to grab his attention. She'd only befriended his mate, because she knew no other way to learn of her husband's welfare. But that she got to see this side of him was a welcome surprise.
'It would be my pleasure...' a sultry smile broke through the melancholy 'to accept your invitation'
'Thank you...' he acknowledged her acceptance with a blink, his left arm returning to the comfort of the bolster. She was right. He was a warm-blooded male. He wouldn't deny it. If and when it could be helped, Akbar would rather HE be the man in whose company his wife enjoyed her best days and loudest laughs. He wouldn't deny it either. Did that make him possessive of the woman he loved? So be it. And what's more - he couldn't even be fussed about keeping this reality a guarded secret anymore.
BO OO OOOM!
The sweet tension was suddenly interrupted - by a flash in the distant horizon, beyond the woods - the unsaid words and unrestrained pulsebeats drowned by its blast.
Her mind wandered off for a bit, towards the source of that noise 'I forgot to mention THAT ... the miners have started working away... full-fledged...'
He watched her watching the blast. The fuzzy plume of smoke and the mild stench of fumes didn't sully the beauty of her spirit. But it did dampen some of it.
'I understand...' he gently nudged out the stillness that'd crept up on them 'it must be hard...'
'What?'
'16 years of living in paradise... in a home... with nothing but the comforts of the wind, the greens and damp Earth... and suddenly one day...' an empty beat passed 'and suddenly one day... you wake up to find it being taken away...' he sensed the dip in his voice. The words were flowing, and he was beginning to flow with them, backwards, into the past. No, he had to stop. 'It must be hard...'
'17 years Khan Sahib...' she corrected him with a smile - to make sure he understood that she was grateful enough for the home they had!
'17?'
'I am 17 years old now'
'Oh' he frowned, as he sat up gently - her words making him wonder if she was jesting.
Evidently, she was not. 'When?'
'A few days ago'
'I see' This was awkward. Why wasn't he made aware? Why was nothing mentioned? 'I apologise... I had no idea'
'It's alright Khan Sahib...'
He clasped his palms together, tapping one thumb against another, trying to think of an apt sentence to continue. Amongst his men, such occasions were commemorated by a trip to the mosque and charity - no more. He knew rich homes celebrated birth-anniversaries with pomp and splendour. So, how was it done here? For the 'baisa'?
Heera could see the wheels in his head turning. And she could see that it wasn't materialising into words as swiftly as her husband was hoping it would. Pleasantly refreshing it was to find the Ustaad at a brief loss for words. Nevertheless, after having had her share of fun, she decided to end the suspense and thus his misery.
'We never make a big affair of it here... and this year... I did not celebrate at all'
'Well...' his face was a picture of at least 4 different sentiments. If anything, her words hadn't made it better serving as reminders of the fact that she'd spent the day alone with no relations - be it, in mind or form. And with her only remaining family unaware of it.
A picture flashed in his mind's eye just then. Of him acting on an emotional impulse, getting off his divan and pulling her passionately close to show she wasn't alone. Clasping her within his arms to show he would always be around watching out for her, even if he couldn't always be with her. Fastening her palm to his chest to show how her joys and sorrows mattered. Having her gaze into his eyes to show none of this was an exaggeration.
'But...' He rubbed the back of his neck.
For now, he would resort to words. 'I might be late in saying this... but know that the best of my wishes would always be for you, Begum Sahiba... I pray that Allah fills your life with endless happiness by bestowing his mercy and kindness upon you... that He protects you from all evils of the world... I hope that the days ahead would bring you prosperity and umpteen moments of joy'
Heera smiled. That was beautiful. That was what she needed anyway. 'Thank you'
'Timely then... the gifts I sent for you?'
'Gifts?' her eyes widened 'When?'
'An hour ago' he rolled his glances towards the corridors and back 'The ones I had sent to your chamber'
'Oh... I... I wasn't...' Heera realised she was using every womanly trick she was familiar with, to stay poised 'I wasn't aware...'
So, he HAD got her something. Only, he'd decided to bring it along with him. How silly she felt for having presumed otherwise all these days!
'Thank you...' she eventually nodded, telling herself over and over that it was 'only a gift'. But the enthusiasm of a 17 year old came through. So much so that she didn't even mind interrupting this rare noon with her favourite companion, to find out what it was that he'd got her. After all, it was the first memento that her husband had chosen. And the longer she sat here, the more her nerves burned with an inexplicable curiosity.
'I'm guessing...' he studied the riveting canvas of expressions that were her brightened features 'you want to go... have a look'
'If you wouldn't mind, Khan Sahib...'
'Be my guest...' Akbar blinked both eyelids with an air of quiet confidence. He might have missed an important day in her life. But knowing his wife he was certain that the gifts he'd brought for her wouldn't miss the mark.
Heera's chamber..
'Jewellery?'
'Silks?'
'Fragrances?'
'A rare book?'
'A painting?'
All those guesses went flying out the window, when her feet came to a halt in front of 2 simple wooden cases set upon the chaise -
One was small enough to fit into her palm.
The second slightly bigger.
'Big one... or mid-sized one first... big first... or the mid-sized'
Her mind made a small game of it, darting back and forth, back and forth, till she settled upon the small case first.
'What could it be' she opened it with care, her heart fluttering as excitedly as wings on a butterfly 'what could it b... oh... oh my... my God... Bapusa!' she laughed in delight - though that couldn't explain why her eyes were beginning to mist over 'Bapusa... look at what your jamaisa has got me...' her fingers gently carried the gift out of the box 'I remember how fascinated I was, when you brought me this... from the capital... years ago... and now...' And now, she didn't feel any differently, any less whelmed - as she beheld that sparkling new magnifying lens.
It was more expensive than the one her father had brought her though - set inside an ivory frame encrusted with jewels. And not surprisingly, it was far more potent too - magnifying the ridges on her fingers like she'd never seen before, as she posed her hand under it. Possibly made by a very skilled lens-maker in some exotic continent. With her old one overused and chipping away at the edges, this thoughtful gift couldn't have arrived at a better time.
'Oh thank you Khan Sahib' she held the precious memento within her palms. However, before she could begin exploring and experimenting with her new lens, her attention drifted towards the 'mid-sized' gift.
Replacing the lens in its case, she picked up the second box and ran her fingers over all 4 corners, till she chanced upon a clasp.
Click!
'What could this be?' She opened its lid with even more care. But unlike the previous one, was left puzzled by what she saw. 'Wh... what is this? A musical instrument?' Well, it did have two small metal pipes stuck to one another. However, as the curious young lady lifted it out of its case, she found it wasn't hollow. No sounds came from within either. It was no instrument for certain.
So, she cautiously turned it around.
Finally! A familiar sight. There were lens on both ends!
But peeping at her palm through the pipes yielded a very funny blurry image. As did peeping at the floor.
'Funny lens...' her lips pursed 'sunlight?' Maybe THAT was what the lens needed.
Pacing up to a corner window, Heera sneaked a look. 'Still funny...'
With a sigh, she rotated it front to back, and peeked into the other end, not knowing what to expect.
'Ma Bhavani!' the next moment she had to clench the gift tightly, so she wouldn't drop it. 'W... wh'
The herb gardens and the stables were suddenly much larger and clearer - as if they'd mysteriously come closer to the Haveli! 'Lord... this is magical'
Once moved aside, everything went back to normal. And when she viewed the scenes through the lens again, the gardens and stables were larger and closer as before. What these magical tubes were called, the young lady had no idea. What she DID know, was that all the silks and jewels in the world couldn't have enchanted her as much as this gift had!
She repeated the experiment in the next window. And the next, her fascination showing no signs of fading - till she was compelled to take a break. Her glimpses had spotted something peculiar. Not in the views outside, but something peculiar within the instrument itself. A small rolled-up note tucked between its two pipes that she'd somehow missed in all of her excitement. 'A bill of sale?'
Tugging the note out, she unfurled it
Dear Begum Sahiba,
I didn't send this gift along earlier since it is delicate and rare - but be assured that I was reminded of you, as soon as I chanced upon it three weeks ago. The adventurer who sold it to me explained it was a 'bin-ocular' or 'two eyes'.
Personally, I would hope it is a means for you to explore, study and discover more of the world around you, thus adding to its beauty like you always have.
Regards,
Akbar Mahmoud Khan.
( Journey Continues)
Originally posted by: Sabdabhala
AUNTY WHAT A WONDERFUL CHAPTER 14 😲 👏
IT WAS LOVELY TO GO THROUGH IT
SAHIB RELAXED ON THE TERRACE IN HIS BLUE TUNIC ❤️ I WAS THE BLUE TUNIC 😉 HUGE BLUSH COMING 😳
😳😉
LASHY SAHIBA GOOD MORNING 😉 HOW IS THE VACATION GOING SO FAR?The fog's beginning to clear up in the morning.. so we are getting an idea of the lodge/cabin... that's a lake just outside our fence..There's Christmas stuff and Santa visit for the kids today... generally life in UK used to be very quiet at Christmas, with it being a family holiday etc etc...Pleasantly surprised to see the place full of Christmas activities for kids etc
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Originally posted by: karkuzhali
"... A picture flashed in his mind's eye just then. Of him acting on an emotional impulse, getting off his divan and pulling her passionately close to show she wasn't alone. Clasping her within his arms to show he would always be around watching out for her, even if he couldn't always be with her. Fastening her palm to his chest to show how her joys and sorrows mattered. Having her gaze into his eyes to show none of this was an exaggeration. ..."Chapter 14- HBAS (Abridged)
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Originally posted by: roseraja1915
Happy Christmas, James and Baisas!🤗
X'mas deco at Pavilion, Kuala Lumpur. My sis clicked this last Saturday.😳
Originally posted by: binduprasad41
Good morning Sachu Patti , James and all my dear baisas! 😳Happy Tuesday! 🤗Good evening Lana di, Vathsy di, Rekha di and Aparna di! 🤗 🤗 🤗 🤗
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