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Memory lane OS- 4:
part2 : page 4 kiss eise kefte hai.. miss farooqie..
part3: page 9.. hungry for you..
part4: page 11.. we are home
part 5: page 14.. imperfectly perfect
From zoya PoV
allah miyaa what is my connection with mr khan... i didnt decide any of this.. but i got engaged twice to him... why it doesnt feel wrong... is it bcoz i wanted the same... allah miyaa...
as i closed my eyes... all i could see was mr khan in my dream... him carrying me in bridal style after saving me from akram...
the valentine day dance...
the shooting star...wish
our airport engagement...
i just closed my eyes... again... all i could here was his manly tone calling me.. Miss farooqi...
i opened his eyes... to see him staring at me..(naturally)
oh god... how did jump from my dream... but why the change in the looks...from romantic to akdu...
.. zoya u have gone mad... i closed my eyes... only to hear his voice again..
Mr khan.. please go.. i replied to my dream man... and closed my eyes..
what is wrong with miss Farooqie... the famous taunt from his mouth landed on me... to see my Greek god standing in front of me...
dinner is ready najma sent me.. he declared... and ordered his kaneez i.e me.. to come..
i still couldnt believe it is him... i pinched myself to believe it is him... and of course it pained.. and let out a aah...
kyua hua.. he asked in sexy arrogant tone..
nothing i am coming... i got up from my bed... but alas... me being the messy me... i tripped on the bed cover... and i landed in the floor, with a sprain in my right ankle... only the sound of pain was a bit louder.. and tears flowed out of my eyes..
as i looked up only to see him sitting by my side... making me lean on the bed.. and slowly stretched my legs... on his lap...
is it paining... he asked... the difference is the tone.. no more arrogance.. only love and care overflowed...
i just nodded my head postively.. he came close and his hands wiped my tears... and that action soothed the pain... not just in my legs but also in my heart...he is man of few words.. but his actions always speak for itself..
he slipped my kurta pants up. and looked at the swelling.. and i saw najma entering the room with a first aid box and retreating slowly.. leaving as alone...
he applied the pain reliever and tied the crap band with care...
dont worry miss farooqie.. it will be gone by morning.. he said as he tighted the band..
but what about the pain here .. mr khan.. i asked him..
where else is it paining he asked.. and looked up at me pointing my heart...
jee.. he stammered...
Mr Khan... why dont u tell the truth... behind this.. i showed him the ring... please...
zoya.. he spelled and the eyes locked... and his hands held my hand... and it kissed the ring...
i smiled.. and my heart jumped... and declared my connection with Mr Khan...
Dil KA...connection...hai...the heart shouted.. and it almost felt like doing a happy dance... but in the presence of akdu.. it was not ready for getting one more round of lecture on being perfect... but inside.. it thrilled.. and jumped... why wouldnt,... after all.. he just declared...in his style...
is it lame... or ok... i kind of typed it off..
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