“hume lagta hai, you need a hair cut, arnav ji!” khushi blurted out when asr suddenly looked up while fixing his tie and caught her staring at him. (i think… you need a hair cut, arnav ji!) it was seven in the morning, she was still half asleep in bed. she’d heard some noise and her eyes had opened for a moment. he’d walked into the room from the adjoining dressing room just then, in a charcoal waistcoat over a…
banner made by libranangel of india forums pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast, to feel for ever its soft fall and swell, awake forever in a sweet unrest, still, still to hear her tender taken breath, ~~~ john keats, bright star ~~~ akash walked in with an apologetic air, “sorry, sorry! i’m late… doctor verma!! good to see you… i’m glad you started dinner, we had to solve the runway problem tonight…” khushi’s eyes widened, she froze, the…