Falak’s POV
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I was busy in cooking when Maria’s phone rang again. She pulled it out from her pocket, and a smile broke on her lips. That expression was enough for me to tell that who was on the other side of the phone. Well, my expression was no more different than her when I received notes from HIM.
She received the call.
“I can expect that you’re alive; that’s why you’re calling me?”, She teased.
“WHAT?”, She sounded shocked.
“But why?”, She asked in confusion.
“Oh, okay!”, She sounded disappointed now. Once she disconnected the call, I looked in her direction and raised my brow to know the reason behind her disappointed look. “Umm…I’m sorry, Falak.”, She apologized all of a sudden.
“What happened? Why are you apologizing?” I asked and lowered to the flame of the stove.
“Umm..r
