Ger eyes were now wide open as she read and reread the card, , the elegantly written lines were in beautifully scripted urdu, she opened the door to bring in her cycle and to put the flowers she went to her room, she once again read the card and for some unknown reason a rosey smile appeared on her face that she suppressed tightly annoyed at her own reaction she picked up a chocolate and slipped it into her bag and looking at the watch ran our
Masrat had seen her holding the flowers and also observed her expression but she couldn't muster to enquire who sent them , it didn't seem right to question her instead she said have a nice day but she was not listening and didn't respond like everyday , her mind was still engrossed in the nan with the cycle carrying flowers basket who dropped them at her door
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