❝ Ishq saccha wahi
Jisko milti nahi manzilein ❞ - Humari Adhuri Kahani
It is the mid 50's, the time when Anahita Devi was a regular teen. At first, she was soft-spoken and an ideal child to her parents. Then her life takes a drastic turn opening her...
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❝ O piya main tera, main tera, main tera Ho... main tera
main tera, main tera, main tera ❞
-Kalank
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Half an hour later, Anahita walked in the Khan Haveli with two sticks of Kesar Kulfi. Her face crackled into a wide smile, - "Nausheen!" She gushed and hurried upstairs from where her voice echoed.
Nausheen was in Asif's room, chattering animatedly with her elder brother. Anahita gleefully squeaked and rushed to her friend, engulfing her in a tight hug from behind. Nausheen yelped loudly and fanatically slap her hands. Anahita's kulfis fell from her grip.
"Eeeee, creep get off me." Nausheen reprimanded. Asif froze and just watched the scene. Anahita stared at the mess on the floor and groaned. Nausheen turned and fumed, looking at the old man, - "Rascal! Have you no shame touching a girl who is your daughter's age? Bhaijaan, get him arrested."
Anahita pouted and kept looking at the melted and spattered kulfis. Asif gently slapped his forehead, - "Nausheen, when will you stop reacting so impulsively? She is Anahita, not a random old man."
Nausheen's mouth dropped open, and she took a gush of air, looked back at her friend.
"Didn't you recognize her touch?" Asif shook his head.
