Originally posted by: Motif_Soul
A dori snapped, a girl turned and looked at the man who was the cause of this horrendous act,. A lethal yet painful eyes were fixed on her like searching for something. In those moments he knew he did something awful. Her eyes were honest and deep hurt was visible.
A teardrop started rolling down, and she still was not defeated. Cascading her hair on her back, she gave many answers to this man who was thinking he was God. Ruthless man saved her later from falling taking all the red powder on him, an act of sorry, but she wasn't in a mood.
His aviators were on and off many times and same went goes to SUV's window. Always hiding something. True feelings perhaps.
Oh, she hid her anger and hurt behind jalebis ,sizzling in hot oil or fixing dupatta but never seized her selfless courage.
Perhaps her courage was the answer to his fears that made him who he was. Her tears started bothering him the most. He wanted to see her smile even when he was the reason of those by himself. Ironic, isn't it. He fought for her until the end until she understood the man behind aviators.
Happy 10th Anniversary everyone.
Hoping someone knows who I am .
This is Mehreen. Long time. I hope everyone is safe and sound here.
mehreen, lovely pithy take on one of the central aspects of this love story. what you said about the on and off aviators and the suv windows made me think. he hid himself, his feelings, his vulnerability, yes. and she had that keen courage that wouldn't back off. very interesting writing and acting.
great to see you. hope all well with you too.
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