“Stop glaring at me.” “Kyun? Waise bhi mere kuch kehne se… karne se aapko koi farq to padta hai nahi.” “Aisa nahi hai, Ishqi!” “Aisa hi hai, AVM! Kya zaroorat thi unn logo se ladne ki? Main handle kar rahi thi na?” “Dekha maine kaise handle kar rahi thi!” “Dekhiye… taunts to mat hi maariye …
“Aap kyun aaye hai yahan? Maine phone pe kaha tha main nahi chaahti aap mujhe aise dekhe.” “Isiliye to aaya hoon. Mere hone ka faayda hi kya jab tum toot rahi ho aur main sambhaal bhi na sakoon?” “Main thik hoon, AVM.” “Okay.” “Main sach me thik hoon.” “Okay.” “Aap maan kyun nahi rahe?” “Kaha …
“Kitni baar aur puchna padega tab aap batayenge, AVM? Hua kya hai?” “Mere paas baithogi thodi der?” “Par hua kya -” Her remaining words died in the air when his eyes lifted to her and she found herself wordlessly sitting beside him. Her hand reached out for his, rubbing his knuckles. “Itna kyun pareshaan hai?” …
“Batao sach kya hai! Tell me the damn truth, Ishqi!” “Sach main aapko bata chuki hoon. I called off our wedding kyunki mujhe aapke saath nahi rehna.” “Tumhe mere saath nahi rehna?” His indifferent orbs ridiculed her lie. “Kal tak neend jiski dushman thi kyunki wo use kuch ghanto ke liye mujhse dur le jaati …
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