Life update: work is exhausting. It makes me so tired and I realised why my updates take forever. It drains me mentally. Send help 😩😷😭

I just had a wisdom tooth extracted so it took me a while but here is the update 😆

I have just been told there are still a lot of typos... I'll fix them later, I can't be bothered right now 🙈

I like this chapter. It's cute.

Happy reading :)

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SHEHRYAAR's POV

"I think I should have a quick pre-presentation meeting today to discuss some pointers with the team," I scratched my stubble, talking mostly to myself.

Gul sighed in agreement beside me. "And maybe run a quick spell check," she commented as she looked up and grinned, "do you ever proof read your work?"

"What did I spell wrong this time?" I asked her, tiredly, "I was up until four, finishing this. I couldn't be bothered."

"Imagine presenting slides on the projector with 'brother' instead of 'bother'," she chuckled, pushing her glasses up her nose, and ducked her face behind her laptop's screen again, reading my slides.

"As far as I remember, I haven't used that word anywhere," I frowned as I leaned forward to grab my computer, "where is it?"

"It's not," she shrugged, "I said imagine."

I stared at her for a moment and she snickered without looking up at me. "Very funny," I made a face at her once she stopped.

Sometimes I really wonder what would our relationship be like if she wasn't working for me. I'd probably hate her for being too bossy and irritating. But then she might not even stick around to hear me whine about my problems if she wasn't being forced to like she is right now.

I voiced my thoughts when we had nothing to talk about.

"Nah, I think we would have still found our way back to each other. If not my boss, you could have been anyone else," she gave it a thought and grinned, "my husband's friend? My cousin? Plumber? Electrician? My house servant! I'd love to scare you with the whole I will fire you crap you keep giving me all the time."

I blinked, taken aback. I sound like a bully! I chose not to tell her though.

"Plumber? Servant? Really?" I gave her a bored look instead.

"You gave me a job when I needed it the most. If anything, I would always be grateful to you," she smiled as she closed her laptop's cover, "and I am done for the day, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Done for the day? Excuse me? I need you to arrange the meeting so we can discuss pointers!" I told her as she stood up. She frowned at me and then mouthed 'oh.'

"You were serious about it?" She blinked me, "oh you don't know?"

"I don't know what?" I asked her as she sat down again.

"You do know that no ones there outside, right?" She asked me, "your father gave everyone paid half day off so we can attend some fundraiser. He said he wants all his staff members to take their families to go and support."

"Sanam's fundraiser?" I asked and Gul nodded at me, "He said that?" I asked her to confirm, my frown deepening. What the heck? He gave everyone paid hours off to attend Sanam's fundraiser? Why is that so important?

I leaned back in my chair and cleared my throat, "so, are you going?"

"Duh," she rolled her eyes, "I am getting paid to enjoy. Why not?"

"So you wana go with—"

"Not going with you, sir!" She groaned, putting more emphasis on sir, before I could finish. She mumbled something under her breath and fake smiled at me before running out of my office.

Fundraiser, aye?

PAKEEZAH's POV

I spun my spoon around in the bowl, scraping the very bottom of it every now and then. My eyes still fixated on Hussain while he peacefully ate his food. He did manage to make a face every time my bowl and spoon made a screeching sound though.

"Would you stop doing that?" He crinkled his nose as he looked up at me.

"Is this why you want me to go away?" I asked him quietly, "because I bother you with my actions?"

"You don't bother me," He frowned at me as he ate another spoonful of rice.

"Just admit it." I huffed loudly and dropped my spoon in the bowl. Losing my appetite, I got up to dump the food in the bin but Hussain stoped me.

"Stop it!" He groaned. I sighed again and kept the bowl on the bench top.

"Now even this bothers you," I muttered, almost to myself. My eyes were beginning to sting, and I absolutely hated this feeling. I didn't want to feel miserable, especially not right now. If anything, I was confused and that shouldn't require any tears.

"For the last time, you don't bother me. Nothing about you does, okay?" Hussain groaned again, "okay maybe some things do— but in a good way, I promise."

I tilted my head to look at him. He was about to take another bite when he dropped his spoon and stared at me apologetically.

"Bet you won't be getting these when I am gone," I commented as I reached for a glass and filled it up with filtered water. I downed a whole glass of cold water, hating the burning feeling in my throat.

"Stop being so dramatic!" I flinched when he raised his voice a little, "I'll be there in two- tops three- weeks. Its not like I am never coming back!"

"I don't want to go without you," I told him, probably for the fifth time, and he shook his head at me.

"Pakhi, I really need to head out for another shoot and I can't leave you in London alone. You have to go to Houston, why don't you get it?" He asked me the same question again. His expressions made me feel like this conversation for him was a lost cause.

"You can make me go to Houston alone but you can't let me stay here alone?" I asked him. My question was valid and maybe that's why he groaned even louder this time.

Hussain pushed the bar stool back and hopped off it before striding towards me, "Why don't you get it? I'll be at peace if you are at home and not—"

He paused to stare at me for a moment and then pointed a finger at my face, "this. This look of yours is starting to bother me."

I scowled at him.

"Stop looking so sad," He said, narrowing his eyes at me. Then he pinched the sides of my lips and pushed them upwards, "it looks better this way."

"I don't want to go alone," I pouted again as soon as he pulled away.

He glared at me for a second and then rolled his eyes, "this stubbornness bothers me too! Who do you even get this from?"

"My abbu," I told him without wasting a second, "we used to boss ammi around all the time."

Hussain blinked at me, confused, and I realised he didn't really expect me to answer that question. But I was too full memories and emotions by now to just laugh it off and change the topic. Its not like I didn't try to change the topic; its just that I lost my voice while trying to do so.

"He was a journalist, right? So he worked for a newspaper, I am guessing?" I didn't miss the stutter in Hussain's voice as he quickly came up with a question.

I smiled a little, appreciating his effort, "he used to work for himself and then sell his stories to newspapers."

"That sounds interesting," Hussain nodded as he turned around and grabbed my bowl of rice.

"He used to say, he can't help the entire country but he will make sure our village will be free of corruption," I told him and opened my mouth as Hussain brought a spoonful of rice close to my face.

"And your mother?" He asked. I stared at him as I chewed, wondering if he was asking out of formality or if he really wanted to know.

"I remember meeting her once during a picnic," Hussain narrowed his eyes at the knife stand as he tried to remember, "I remember she used to have super long hair. I think there are some photos in mama's old album."

"They used to reach her knees," I smiled again at the memory of my mother brushing her hair every single morning, "she used to wrap her bun with a scarf even under her dupatta to avoid getting any dust from ruining them. We didn't have a lot of money but abbu used to still buy her new dresses and she used to stitch new dresses for me out of her old ones."

"Memories suck, don't they?" Hussain asked, bringing the spoon closer to my mouth again, but I pushed it away this time.

"It gets better with time," I told him honestly, "when you have the right person to lean on, anything and everything works out."

"Of course." He nodded at me as he ate the final bite and tossed the bowl in the sink. I smiled, realizing he managed to feed me all of that and wondered if he realised he was my 'right person'?

Hussain stepped back and raised a hand to rest behind his neck. "I don't think I want you to go either," He shrugged to my surprise, "I'll ask Yasmeen to stay with you while I am gone or we will figure something out but when I am done with my shoot, I would love to come back here to you."

He looked down at my feet and rolled his tongue over his lips, "in fact, we can apply for your visa now and go on an official vacation before going back to Houston."

"So, you will not force me to go back?" I widened my eyes at him, and he chuckled.

"I wasn't forcing you. I still feel you should go but not if you don't wan—"

"Thank you, I love you!" I threw my arms around him and hugged him before he could finish his sentence. I felt relieved after an entire day of constant pleading.

Hussain laughed at my reaction as he wrapped his arm around me. "You sound like I just told you that you weren't grounded anymore!"

He pulled me in for a tighter hug, his laugh still vibrating in his chest, but I found myself stiffening uncomfortably. My mind only fixated on one thing; he didn't say it back. Again.

After all that has been going on between us, he wouldn't say it. Not even after I said it first; not even playfully.

The first time I said it, I felt butterflies in my stomach, but he didn't even react. Does he not feel the same about me?

Why is this man so confusing?

SANAM'S POV

"No clown? Are you serious?" I gasped at Andrew as he broke the news to me. I let go of the helium balloon and it floated up in the sky.

"The kid cancelled last minute," Andrew sighed as he turned the knob of the helium gas cylinder. I was relieved for a moment because clowns are scary and I couldn't care any less for them but kids love them. Especially the clowns that give out free helium balloons.

I looked at the balloons that were floating few feet above the ground, attached to the thin white strings. "I was going to give him a reference letter for volunteering."

"Its okay, its just a clown," Andrew waved it off, "we can give these out. We don't need a clown."

"But a clown is better," I told him as I sighed, "first no scooby and now no clown. This day is just great."

"Well, I told you to pay someone to do it, you wanted volunteers," Andrew pointed out, almost accusingly, "sounds like now you and I will have to do it."

"kids are so greedy these days. I thought reference letter was a good incentive," I sighed, shaking my head.

"It never is," A voice replied from a distance and I rolled my eyes upon recognising it.

"Who works for no money these days? I wouldn't." Shehryaar scrunched his nose disapprovingly and then grinned at Andrew, "what's up.... man?"

"Oh hi, Andrew," Andrew quickly introduced himself and both of them fist pumped each other. Weird guy things.

"What are you doing here?" I narrowed my eyes at Shehryaar, interrupting their interaction.

"I am here to support you," He frowned at me and then bowed in front of me, "at our service ma'am."

"Obviously, like you said, no one works for free," I scoffed, rolling my eyes again, "what do you want?"

"I am here to help my friend." He frowned again.

"We are not friends," I quickly pointed out, almost laughing at him for saying that.

"Oh no, I wasn't talking about you," His frown deepened before a smirk appeared on his lips, "I meant my friend Coco. I bet we are hoping he will get adopted today."

I blew out hot air through my nostrils, irritated by his presence already. "Whatever," I half smiled at him instead and excused myself.

"Sanam, please wait," Shehryaar sighed behind me, making me stop. He jogged up to me, "I left work to be here. Can you be little nice to me?"

"I didn't ask you to be here. You are not doing me a favour so don't make it sound like you are," I pointed it out to him.

"you are right," he nodded, "but come on, I am ready to anything. I can stay back and help you clean. Just... Can we put it past us now? I am sorry for what I said, yaar. What do I have to do for you to believe me?"

My eyes roamed around his face for a moment as I tried looking for the right words. Slightly overgrown beard, messy hair and a pleading look on his face, but he still managed to look perfect. His desperation almost made me grin.

"If you can be my clown, I can consider your apology," I told him and folded my arms in front of my chest as couple of children ran past us.

"As in dress up as one?" Shehryaar widened his eyes at me and suddenly I was the one wearing his annoying smirk.

"My colleagues are here. These people work for me, I can't dress up like a clown in front of them! Anything but this, please," He whispered, pleadingly.

"Its either scooby or clown, the choice is yours. Take it or leave it." I shrugged innocently but who was I kidding? Even he knew it was a very wicked move.

Shehryaar groaned as he looked around and ran a hand through his hair. They didn't sit where they initially did, scattering all over his forehead and eyes that looked mesmerizingly golden with black freckles under the scorching sun. I almost felt bad at making him do this on a hot day. Almost.

"Fine!" Shehryaar huffed and pointed at me, "only for you."

I shrugged again as I turned around, purposely flicking my hair in his face. When he groaned again, I tried not to laugh and gestured him to follow me.

"Impressive," Shehryaar gaped when we entered my office and I felt a tug inside my stomach. He scanned the room, his eyes bright as a star. For the first time the approval wasn't coming from my father and it made me feel proud.

"You actually work here?" He asked me and grinned when I nodded, "wow, I thought Tum bas kutte billi ke saath time waste karti ho. Didn't realize you were smart enough to actually run a clinic."

I gasped at his remark and threw a stuffed animal at him. He dodged it and laughed when I narrowed my eyes at him. I tried to look angry but I knew my flushed cheeks weren't helping much.

"There is your costume, get dressed," I snarled at him as I threw scooby's head in his way, "Andrew will show you what do to."

SHEHRYAAR's POV

I looked at my reflection in the small mirror and sighed helplessly. What was I even thinking? I wondered as I placed the red clown nose on my face and headed outside. I had initially decided to dress up as scooby, only to realise how hot it was today. Then I opted for being office's hot gossip topic of the week by dressing up as a clown instead of melting in this heat.

"Balloons," Andrew chirped as he handed me to lot, clearly holding his smirk back. I gave him a small smile before making my way over to the kids. They were playing with a puppy and their giggles made them the safest group to approach.

"Hey," I said, "want some balloons?"

One of the boys looked up at me and gasped. I offered him a balloon anyway, which he obviously refused to take from me. "You are scary!" He widened his tiny eyes at me.

I grumpily knelt down in front of him, "just take it."

He shook his head again and a girl turned around, still giggling, "don't mind him. He hates clowns," she made a serious face at me. I frowned at her expressions before smiling at her.

"How old are you?" I asked her as I handed her a balloon. She held up seven fingers and before I knew it, she leaned forward to grab the clown nose and then pulled it away from my face. My eyes widened at the realization but she let go of it before I could react. The elastic band made the plastic nose smash against my face.

I growled, falling back, and the entire group laughed at me. My eyes spotted Sanam in the corner. She stood there, lips pressed together in a thin line, cheeks red, like she was holding a laugh back.

"Sir?" If that wasn't embarrassing enough, now people who knew me, surrounded me. I looked up and flashed a fake wide smile at Gul.

"Wow, I thought you were busy," She smirked, "clearly."

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes as I got up from the floor and offered her a balloon that I was still miraculously holding on to.

"Thanks," she smiled and I bowed in front of her before making my way to the balloon stand to grab some more.

"Are you planning to adopt?" I asked Gul as she knelt down in front of a small puppy. She scooped it up in her arms and stood up again.

"Maybe. I am not sure if I can look after it," she frowned, "I mean I am at work most of my waking hours. Dogs require the same amount of attention as little children. I don't feel like becoming a mom."

"Fair enough," I nodded as we walked over to the paint ball section. It was separated with high fences to keep any animals out. A couple of kids raced towards me, screaming in their high pitched voices, making me wonder if this event is any good for the animals. These little maniacs were so loud and scary!

Masking my face with fake enthusiasm, I handed all the balloons to them before turning to Gul, "I have had a cat before but cats don't require much attention after some time. They only care to come home if it rains and of course for food."

"Needy much," Gul grinned and I rolled my eyes.

"Selfish much!" I snorted, shaking my head, disapprovingly, and she laughed.

From the corner of my eye, I spotted Sanam glaring at us–mostly me. The thin lines on her forehead disappeared as soon as I turned my head and smiled at her. She glanced at Gul first and then approached me.

"What are you doing?" She narrowed her eyes at me accusingly, carefully positioning herself between Gul and I.

"Uh he was talking to me," Gul raised an eyebrow at Sanam, even though Sanam had her back turned towards Gul.

"Not you," Sanam acknowledged Gul by slightly tilting her head, but not even enough to look at Gul over her shoulder. Gul widened her eyes at me, as if she noticed too, and I bit my cheeks to hide my smirk.

"Uhm, my niece is playing paintball. So... I think I should go and look for her," Gul awkwardly shifted away from us as she lifted the handle on the fence and ran inside.

Sanam sharply blew out the air through her nose, not caring to respond verbally, while her eyes burnt holes on my skin. I wondered if anyone ever told her how her nose swells up whenever she gets annoyed or upset— that the tip turns red, but just a little bit.

"You know what?" I raised an eyebrow at Sanam, challenging her, "Paintball sounds fun. I think I want to join them," I gave her a toothy smile before opening the fence gate and running inside.

"Wait— I was talking to you!" Sanam yelled behind me but the loud cheers and screams swallowed her voice instantly. I smirked to myself as I swam through the crowd but it didn't last very long.

SANAM's POV

Serves you right!

My fists curled tightly by my side and I grinned devilishly as a group of kids attacked Shehryaar with their nerf guns and water balloons. By the look on his face, I could tell he was screaming but since he chose to ignore me, I decided not to care. While they pushed him down on the bouncy platform, I leaned against the fence, enjoying myself.

"Woah!" That girl he was talking to, gasped beside me, "they are going to kill him, aren't they?"

"I hope so," I mused as I turned to glance at her. She gave me a smile which looked genuine so I smiled back. I organized this fundraiser so I could get people to adopt animals, not so I could rip their head off.

She seemed nice but I still didn't like her! I sighed, pushing my weird thoughts away. I so wanted to snatch the puppy that was curled up in her arms and it took every nerve in my body to stop myself from doing so.

"You run this shelter han?" She asked, if that wasn't obvious already. Since morning I have been running around, making sure everything is in working order, and directing anyone who showed any interest in adopting to Andrew.

"Yup," I nodded, "and you?"

She frowned at me, and then gave me a small smile again, "you don't know me, do you? I work for Shehryaar sir. We met a couple of times when you dropped by with your dad but, it's not like I am anyone important. So it's okay."

Great! Now she works with him! Probably dances around him all the time like a butterfly. I groan inwardly.

"Where is your niece?" I asked, remembering, and tried following her gaze. Before I could focus on where she was looking, something smashed against my face and blocked my vision completely.

"Oye!" Amongst all the cheerful laughters, I heard Shehryaar's voice laughing somewhere in the distance. I gasped for air, realizing what had just happened.

"What the hell!?" I shrieked, looking down at my clothes, coloured liquid dripping from my face. These balloons contained mostly colour and only a little bit of water to make sure the colour would actually stick to the person. It was a cheaper and less painful alternative to actual paintball and apparently also the messiest. I was only beginning to realise that.

"How dare you!" I narrowed my eyes at Shehryaar who had now stopped dancing with the kids. He shushed everyone and approached me with his lips pressed together.

"I am sorry, you were in our way," he shrugged and before I could protest, he added, "anyone inside the fence qualifies as a target."

"But I am supposed to be supervi—" I almost complained when he unexpectedly smashed another balloon on my head.

"Too bad," he stuck his tongue out at me and ran back, hiding behind the kids. I frantically reached out for balloons and snatched a nerf gun from a boy instead. Before he could cry about it, I ran after Shehryaar, finding it hard to balance with my sandals on.

"I will kill you!" I screamed at him, aiming at his back. He dodged one bullet and the next five landed between his shoulder blades. He jumped at every successful aim, probably realizing his mistake. I didn't stop there. I grabbed four balloons and threw them at him, only one of them actually made it to his head. All the kids cheered for me and I laughed, realizing how easily they switch sides.

"Attack!" I commanded and all my little minions ran towards Shehryaar.

"I surrender!" Shehryaar screamed, still laughing, but his voice drowned under the super energized children. They somehow made him topple over and then climbed on top of him, crushing him under their body weight.

"And that's how you win, loser!" I grinned as Shehryaar looked up at me from under them, begging me to save him.

SHEHYAAR's POV

"Bleh bleh bleh bleh," Sanam danced around me, earning a scowl from me, every time our eyes met. The day was over, the sun was almost setting and she was still gloating about the paintball incident, refusing to hear my side of the story.

"Whatever, just because I let you win!" I murmured as I sat down on the steps of the shelter, my eyes focusing on everyone who was driving away with a new pet tonight. Maha has begged mama to let her adopt a puppy but she refused to even consider it for ever a second. On the other hand, Gul ended up taking a dog home.

"Someone's being a cry baby!" Sanam teased again, "if anyone, I should be having a problem here. At least you get to change in your normal clothes."

"I have green food coloring in my ears and a meeting tomorrow," I reminded her and turned my head so she could see.

She sighed and sat down beside me, "why do you always worry about meetings and work?"

"I don't!" I responded immediately, almost sounding like her statement had offended me. "Okay fine, I do. It keeps me busy," I admitted finally and she smiled.

And stops me from self sabotaging my existence. I added inside my head.

Although, I am not sure how true that really is anymore. Back in the days, I used to have meetings lined up. I stayed away from home so my late hours won't disturb my parents but now I barely leave my house and rush home as soon as I am done with my scheduled meetings. I barely have two meetings every week and I keep postponing those too.

"How have you been?" Sanam's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. She placed her curled fists on her lap and looked up at me.

"Been good," I half nodded, "you?"

"You should know," she frowned at me, "you have been stalking me."

My mouth almost opened wide. How does she know? Did Gul tell her about the detective I wanted to hire?

"You keep coming here to talk me," Sanam added, shrugging, and I sighed, "isn't that stalking?"

"I don't know, maybe," I chuckled nervously, "so are we... are we friends again?"

"What do you mean? That was never the deal," Sanam raised an eyebrow at me and I almost chocked out a desperate cry when she laughed.

"I am sorry, you sounded like a little girl for a moment," she shook her head, still laughing, and then sighed loudly, "you can't just break up with friends, you know? You just get really mad at them for behaving like an idiot."

I blew out a sigh of relief. For some weird reason it felt like a heavy object was lifted off my chest.

"It's just that," she spoke again, shifting a little to turn towards me, "you are very inconsiderate at times, Shehryaar. Nothing gives you the right to yell at people and apologize at your convenience. You don't ever take a moment to pause and think before offending people. You are very impulsive."

"I...." my voice trailed off as a lump formed in my throat and Sanam continued instead.

"You know, when I finally told Shifa, she said I was being too stupid and that I should just focus on my other friends. But she has no idea what it feels like. She is the popular one in school," Sanam shrugged, letting out a dry laugh, "I don't have many friends Shehryaar. I never did. I find my comfort in these animals and my books. So it broke my heart when I allowed you to be a part of my life- to be my friend- and you yelled at me."

Her eyes gleamed silver as hurtful tears filled them. She blinked to contain them and I looked away, feeling a twisted knot in my chest. I gulped the lump down my throat and chose to apologize but then decided against it. I have said that to her and so many other people before and still managed to mess up.

"You can use coconut oil," Sanam's voice snapped me out of my thoughts again and I looked up at her, surprised. She shrugged again as she glanced at me, "coconut oil will help. This is organic colour so shouldn't be that messy."

"You know you can still call me whenever you like, right?" I asked her instead, "I won't get mad even if it's at 3am."

"Even when you are in a meeting?" She asked

"Yup!" I nodded before I reached out and pulled out a ripped balloon from her hair.

"What if it's to discuss my dates?" She questioned further. I scowled in response and she started laughing at me.

"I missed you so much," I blurted out, finally feeling at ease.

"Me too," A faint yet assuring smile lingered on her lips like she felt the same way about this situation. Another knot formed inside my stomach, realizing how bizarre this situation really is. Am I actually craving for a girl's time and attention?

A car drove past the shelter and it's headlight reflected on the yellow paint just under Sanam's jaw on the left side. I took the not-so-white glove off my hand turned it inside out before reaching out to clean the paint. Sanam flinched for a split second before nervously smiling at me. She tilted her head a little, giving me access.

Heat crawled up to my neck as I wiped the paint, uncovering a thick black mole that proudly sat under her jaw bone. An oddly perfect beauty-spot. I slowly pulled my hand away from Sanam's face, suppressing the urge to touch it.

"Ahem," someone cleared their throat, making us jump in our spots.

"Fahad, hi!" Sanam fumbled as she reached out to grab the glove from my hand, pretending to still clean her jaw. I almost cringed at how she accident caused it to spread on her cheek instead.

"I was just cleaning the paint," she quickly got up and I scooted away from my spot before looking up at him.

"Uhm, you have met Shehryaar already, right?" Sanam reluctantly smiled at Fahad and then looked at me, "Shehryaar, this is Fahad."

Fahad gave me a long hard look, eying me from head to toe. I stood up, feeling like I had to look presentable for some reason.

"Hey, nice to meet you finally.... and formally," I offered him a hand shake. He glanced at my hand and then nodded instead, "same here."

He doesn't like me.

I awkwardly looked at Sanam but so did Fahad. "I thought that fundraiser thing might have disappointed you. Who adopts these days anyway?"

"Uhm n—" Sanam began to speak, definitely to disagree with him, when he decided to interrupt her.

"I thought I'd cheer you up with a fancy dinner but you look," he eyed her from head to toe, disapprovingly, "I think you are busy anyway."

My clenched my fists at his comment, my short nails digging in my palms. She doesn't need your approval or a formal dress to go to restaurant. She doesn't even need a snob like you!

"Oh, I am sorry," Sanam looked down at her clothes and sighed. I almost raised my eyebrow at her for agreeing with him.

"But you can drop me home and we can get McDonald or something on our way?" She offered him.

Fahad's jaw tensed like he didn't approve of anything that was happening right now but then he looked at me and loosened up. I stood there like an outsider while they planned the rest of their night and before I knew it, Fahad had dragged her away from me.

Disappointed, I ran a hand through my hair as they drove away. Before the light completely faded from the drive way, I bent down and picked up the white glove that was now coloured in yellow paint. My fingers closed around it, clutching on to the thick fabric as something lit up but also shattered inside me at the same time.

What have you done to me Sanam Mallik?

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What is she doing to him?👀🤷🏻‍♀️
I hope he figures it out soon 🤭😛

Love always !