in pari"s eyes the light was shining , it was a different shine, washiq was impressed, he smiled a slow smile that stayed on his lips lasting a life time it seemed, informally holding out her hand she greeted him, not shaking her hand he stood there, she mischievously asked if he did not know it was fashionable to greet , he added equally naughtily that fashions were something that did not stay long enough
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