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"Ata. Who is Danish Emraan?" He stiffened from across the phone, hearing his name. "Business Partner child. Now go to sleep." It was her calm voice. "Mr. Emraan. Sorry for the inconvenience." And they bid farewell. Leaving Ata Kashif answer the little girl's questions like "Were you talking to him? Why have you written his name in your book?" She was actually sulking. On the other side, Danish Emraan questioned himself for the things he did, like holding the car keys, walking out of his room, down the stairs and almost driving his car. And since some things are better left unanswered, both ignored the questions and continued to focus on the project.💙 Ata Kashif ____________I am a dissembling person. [Dissemble - to conceal or disguise one's true feelings or beliefs]A girl who lies, cheats, hates, envies, damages, and scares no one else but herself. I am just as ineffable as my feelings towards those empty eyes, the eyes of Danish Emraan my soon to be fiancée. His eyes are shadows in a dimly lit room.But to me they are a tranquil lake.[calm and tranquil, offering comfort to those who look into them]💙 Danish Emraan _________________ I heard her crying. She was crying. I couldn't take a step, neither towards her nor away from her. Her voice, it seemed so painful, so pleading, so sad. I looked at my watch, it was almost 3 am. I stood there with the support of the wall listening to her cries and pleading. What is it, that is hurting her so much? What could be the reason for her, to be crying like this? As if it was hurting her soul, even to say out loud. I can never forget this, not such a painful cry which is hurting me more than anything else.1st book from the "Beloved Series"…
