The atmosphere had shifted. The once lively Walima, filled with music, laughter, and warmth, now felt heavy—as if an invisible storm had settled over it. Conversations had hushed, eyes had turned, and in that silence, all attention had fallen on one person.
The tension in the air was suffocating. No one moved, no one spoke.
Her cold, burning gaze locked onto his, a silent battle passing between them. She didn’t blink. She didn’t look away. And neither did he.
i have 2 say this ki aapki poetry bhot hi zyada khubsurat hai like mai kaise bataaon, I truly love it nd I m not exaggerating the imaginary the vivid depth the floating metaphors. Do u have pen name do u post them somewhere seperately, I want 2 read them .
2025-03-09
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Chaita
Let's see how Rameen and Zaif's story brings out to be
2025-03-02
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katelynclaire
so... rameen will eventually fall in love with zaif... y do I feel like zaif is not normal... 🧐🧐🧐
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FluFlu
i have 2 say this ki aapki poetry bhot hi zyada khubsurat hai like mai kaise bataaon, I truly love it nd I m not exaggerating the imaginary the vivid depth the floating metaphors.
Do u have pen name do u post them somewhere seperately, I want 2 read them .
2025-03-09
1
Chaita
Let's see how Rameen and Zaif's story brings out to be
2025-03-02
3
katelynclaire
so... rameen will eventually fall in love with zaif...
y do I feel like zaif is not normal... 🧐🧐🧐
2025-03-28
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