Shaheer Salman
Two options gleamed of reject or accept
On her face a minute tear drop rolled down , sighing heavily she pressed the reject button before leaning back on the couch, she had finally shut the table lamp off , a procession of bitter memories began sawing her peace of mind, in her unhappy mind rose the image of shaheer Salman, his eyes, his high forehead his high cheekbones, well groomed bearded and neat moustaches , his shoulders , broad chest , his manly swagger, majestic like Alexander the great, his manner so courteous that impressed everyone, in Mrs waqar s study room it was complete darkness and the memories were not illuminating but looming
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.are you ready asked alya emerging from the washroom
Yes, let's go, what time is the class she spoke hanging her bag on her shoulder
What do you mean, aren't you getting ready surprised Alta looked at her appearance from her head to toe
But this is how I get ready
No way , like this wrapped up in a sheet, get dressed properly trendy
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