Love and respect could not be forced... they had to be earned, right?
“Isn’t he a dream, Aapa?” giggled Seema, as Noor and her younger sister peeked from behind the curtain.
Noor poked her elbow into Seema’s side.
“Well, he has to match with to me, you know!” Noor replied with mock disdain, rightly aware of her captivating beauty.
As she looked up again, she found herself staring straight into Ali’s eyes. He winked. Startled, she drew in her breath sharply as she fell backwards, blushing furiously.
“Cheeky devil!” she muttered under her breath.
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This story is under re-construction! Watch this space...
