"Sexy lagtaa hain naa black lingerie mujhpar?"
I saw him in the rearview mirror, smiling.
They would demand to see their gifts.
It has been four or five years now.
Let's not talk about memories, I have a treasure chest full of them.
My memoirs with you are in my secret notebook.
Had he claimed all rights to her by taking away hers?
His voice trembled and reeked of regret.
"Please take me home," Radhika replied.
“When something is left unsaid, it keeps the hope alive.”