Shasmeen is lovely. Mubashir is handsome. Both have been recipients of a string of rejections. When the possibility of them marrying each other suddenly becomes attractive, questions of a union between fire and fire rise. Can love bloom between two...
The optometrist said I'm going to need glasses in the upcoming years. Something about growing and face changing shape and axis of the eyes or something. I don't want to go blind. I also don't want to be looking at you through thick glasses. If you could come find me, like, right now, you'll get a glasses-free Shasmeen. You would like that, won't you? I know I would. Because what if I annoy you and you just take off your glasses, not wanting to see me?
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