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Immersed in the task of designing the perfect lehenga for Mr. Shaik's daughter, I lost track of time, forgetting even the need for sustenance.
As the clock struck six, Sana and I realized the lateness of the hour and decided to head to a nearby restaurant for a much-needed meal.
Over dinner, Sana leaned in conspiratorially, promising to share her "idea" on how Azaan could to confess his feelings.
As we savored our coffee in the cozy ambiance of the restaurant,
Sana unveiled her elaborate "idea," and I couldn't help but gasp in shock at its audacity.
Yet, beneath the surprise, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips, for deep down,
I recognized the brilliance hidden within her plan.
Me:- sachhi magar isme khatra hai agar unhone confess nahi Kiya toh, nahi nahi yeh nahi ho payega mujhse.
Sana:-Aree tu na bhut kutti hai, hina please yeh bhut acha idea hai, agar usne confess nahi Kiya toh Mera naam badal dena ,par aisa hoga nahi, woh jhak marke apni mohabbat ka izhar karega.
Me:- Sana mai na tera chana bana dungi agar aisa nahi hua toh dekh lena.
After our discussion, I drove home, only to be greeted by a scene that left me utterly stunned.
Bade Abba and Badi Amma were locked in a passionate embrace,they were kissing each other like a mad person,oblivious to my presence.
I quickly retreated, not wanting to intrude on their private moment, and rushed back to my room.
In the privacy of the washroom, I caught sight of my flushed reflection in the mirror.
The intensity of the moment, coupled with thoughts of Azaan, sent a wave of heat rushing through me.
Imagining myself in a similar embrace with him, my senses ignited, and an unexpected surge of desire caused my thighs to involuntarily press together.
Completing my nighttime rituals, I finally succumb to sleep, anticipation coursing through my veins as tomorrow marks the beginning of our carefully crafted plan.
As I groggily answered the sudden ringing of my phone, I couldn't help but let out an exasperated groan.
"Who the fuck is this?" I grumbled, only to be met with a sharp retort, "Tera baap " .
As the voice registered in my sleepy mind, I bolted upright with a sudden jolt of realization.
"Baba?" I exclaimed, my heart racing with a mix of surprise and confusion.
Ba...baba as...... assalamualaikum khariyat With a tremble in my voice, I whispered,
"Only he... Only he has the power to make me shudder like this."
And in response, his voice softened, carrying a weight of familiarity and comfort as he spoke.
Haan jii baba ke bacche ,toh Ghar ki yaad nahi aarahi hai 6 mahine ho gaye hai azaan, mai maanta hun ki tum abhi naye naye CEO ho,
lekin iska matlab yeh nahi hai ki tum kisi ke bete nahi ho,
With a gentleness that stirred doubt within me, he continued speaking, prompting me to question whether my actions were indeed the right ones,
beta tumhari bhi kuch zimmedarian hai hamare taraf,
tum company ko priority do magar uske chakar mai, aapni family ko priorities na karna, yeh toh galat hai na, toh kab ghar aane ka irada hai janab.
Running my hands through my hair, I replied, "I'll be there by tomorrow, Baba.
But please, don't tell anyone."
Okay and he disconnected the call.
As I got ready, my mind wandered to thoughts of her, consumed by the uncertainty of how she would receive me after six long months.
I wanted her to forget me but,
I couldn't help but wonder if her love for me had faded away.
Yet, buried deep within, I yearned for her affection, hoping against hope that it remained unchanged.
Shaking off these conflicting emotions, I steadied my heart and mind for what lay ahead.
In the office, I swiftly called my PA and instructed him to book my tickets for tomorrow morning, determined to face whatever awaited me with resolve.
Gathering my luggage and essential belongings, I made a beeline for the airport, my determination propelling me forward with a sense of purpose.
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