Mujhko barsaat3/31/2024 He stood there lost in his thoughts when from the corner of his eye a black silhouette caught his eye. Why could he still feel his heart skipping a beat at the thought of all that happened? His heart still beat for her, something he would never admit to anyone, but even he knew it in every inch of his soul.Ī cold wind blew and the slight thunder crackled in the pitch of the night. It hurt more to see her away, when a part of him wanted her back. It had burnt his heart to refer her as someone’s girlfriend. Every time he dared to bare his emotions to the real him, it would hurt back. He couldn’t help but look at her face, closely after years as she had held him while pressing the ice onto his itchy skin.It reflected the same emotions he would have read any other day. But why did it still feel good to see the same warmth and care in her eyes that he always saw all those years back, for him. Was it her warmth he was searching for? He immediately rejected the thought. He moved his hand along his skin, now that he couldn’t feel any of the allergy that had tormented him during the shoot. The coldness of the ice and the warmth of her touches still lingered, mostly her touch for all he could admit. He could still feel her tranquilizing touch all over his skin.
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