[ Based on my personal encounter with a Pakistani guy, Abdullah Haseeb ]
"I will escape, one way or another. No more walls." - Shanvi Mehra
"I plan on giving her my heartbeat before I let her go." - Hafid Ali
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"... ji... ji.... Shab Bakhair aapa, dhyaan rakhein" (....yes.....yes.....good night sister, take care of yourself) Hafid tossed his phone back to the pockets while locking the door carefully not making any noise.
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The room was dimly lit by the moonlight shining through the large window.
He glanced towards the bed instantly his brows knotted in confusion when found it empty.
The opened window grabbed his attention when the cold breeze caressed through his form making his already messy hair more messy, compelling him notice the sofa chair which is usually kept in the other corner of the room. Taking slow strides he halted near it as he watched her sleeping lazily on his grand sofa chair with her mouth open and legs pulled close to her chest. He wondered how she managed to draw it here as it was quite heavy.
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He froze like a deer mesmerized by headlights when the breeze made her locks flutter on her face and few strands adhere to the corner of her lips as if calling him to tug them back.
He couldn't resist the urge to touch her so he leaned resting his left hand on the arm of the chair, he could feel her breathing on his neck as he caressed her cheeks with his knuckles. Her skin glowed in the moonlight making his orbs turn darker. Tugging those stubborn strands behind her ears, he enjoyed full view of her beautiful face but went cold feet when she stirred in her sleep. Getting up quickly he looked around for a hideout however breathed a sigh of relief when she nestled deeper into the chair. His hand involuntarily went to his chest as he let out a deep breath that he didn't realised he was holding.
"What are you doing to me..." he simpered patting his head realising how he lost all his intellect near her.
Even the Mafia king got scared at the thought of being caught gazing his wife or ... QUEEN?
A knock on the door disturbed the king as soon as he snug under his blanket after freshing up and changing into his sweatpants, avoiding to wear T- shirt as usual as he feels suffocated.
He groaned loudly before barking, "YES?"
"Baba I have bought dinner for you" he softened at the concerned voice of Maham.
