Bride of Youngest Rajvanshi
Inches apart
Vishali took Sameer's hand and began running to find a good hiding place. When she spotted a small storeroom, they both quickly entered. The room was cramped, with only a few old cardboard boxes and faded paintings scattered around. Her breath grew faster as she ran. Sameer glanced at her, noticing her heavy breathing. He immediately looked away, trying to shake off the thoughts that suddenly crossed his mind.
Vishali Mehta
I hope samira is taraf naa aaye
I hope Samira doesn't come this way.
Sameer Singh Shekhawat
*Didn't said as he was looking away*
Vishali Mehta
*noticed his silence*
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