Delhi,India 1957.
She was looking beautiful in the orange saree she had worn and her jewellery just made her beauty more visibly bliss.She had tried a new hair style,he guessed a bun which was clad with pins.How he wanted to hold her tightly and never leave her.He was just glancing at her again and again looking at how grown up she's now.There was no 17 years old little girl she was looking like a woman now.Long gone the innocent little girl,now she was taking part in each and every function and helping her family with all the customs and traditions.
Ibrahim looked at the girl in front of him, he was totally aware of the presence of a man beside her but his heart was not allowing him to think something else but only to go near her and confess his love once again.
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