Preface
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Siddharth wants to be the biggest actor in Bollywood, just like his elder brother who's the Biggest well-known actor and producer in the industry..., He loves him too much...
Whereas Shehnaaz belongs to a very reputed family bu...
What the Fuck..., where she left.., siddharth bang his paw on the side after walking around the set but her presence not feel here to ask the crew members about naaz but they didn't know about her...,
Move ahead then his eyes landed on the terrace where shehnaaz moves drapes settle it aside likewise her long hair drifting with the wave of air which disturbing her Cause of she brings her little palm from forehead to get rid of it but they are rigid.., after witnessing the scenario Siddharth move ahead from stairs without dropping eye contact...,
Everyone who presents there eyeing Siddharth, watching him when he went towards the shehnaaz.
Shahnaz's bangles soft twining voice arrive like a flute tone, her Red Anarkali makes her beautiful or maybe her beauty makes her dress beautiful don't know at the same moment her chiffon dupatta creasing his face and her misty fragrance cover his soul's depth then he carries the dupatta pull down from his face watching her when she unaware of his existence move ahead seeing downward from the terrace then.....
Ahhhh...
Shehnaaz's legs shake heel stumbles cause a bump when she arranging drapes and at the latter move she closes her eyes shout top of her lungs after-feel that she swinging in the air, making some courage open her eyelashes seeing on the top, where Siddharth picked her from her injured palm which already aching, she feels his harsh grip make it more vulnerable rolled her eyes on him then seeing downward from the corner of her eyes flinched...
Leave me..., are you going crazy or what?...., but it is implying as he becomes deaf,
She just stares at him from her dark deep hazel eyes, which show looks pious but his mind doesn't want to see that looked her grace which is like cherry over her innocence says with an authentic and coarse tone...,
Beinteha,bepanah,beshumar, beyhadh or beparwah hokar is dil ne pehli barr kisi se mohabbat ki thi magar kabhi ye nahi socha tha ki bewafa se ishq karne ja raha hai...., it feels like his hidden love his broken faith and his shattered fragments of heart needs the answer of his every debatable question...
without breaking the eye contact shehnazz looking at him capture his every feature and his every venomous word sent a quiver to her spine make her weak after his imposing and beautiful declaration of affection first time, she notices his speech is fierce but one thing give her peace of mind that his lips don't move according to his eyes cause his eyes speaks a different language.....
The Language of love...., which she knows he didn't admit right now the cause of his hate then he picks up her upward catch her from waist shehnaaz grab his tunic from her delicate palm and she fell knots knotted in her stomach also provide a sensitivity from her stomach to heart when his hot breath fell on her neck turns her body into jelly speed up her heartbeats cause of his dominance she closes her eyes until the voice of the clapping didn't drop in her ear open her eyes in confusion seeing everyone who stands there....,
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