“So casually cruel in the name of being Honest. ” - All Too Well. “How many times have I told you not to open the window?” Ajabdeh eyed Pratap, who was sitting on the edge of the bed in his boxers, as she rolled over and drew the blanket over her body. The sunlight flooded the hotel room as the sound of waves crashing and the cars on Marine Drive filled the quiet room. “The fresh air is good.” Pratap shrugged. Ajabdeh sighed, running her finger through her messy hair. “It’s morning and the sunshine…” He eyed her. “We just reconciled, do you want to pick a fight again?” Ajabdeh frowned as she could barely open her eyes in the sunshine that hit her face. Pratap shook his head and closed the window. The room became quiet again, as he stood there for a while, watching the crowd gather at the Gateway of India for the weekend and the tiny boats on the horizon. “Did we reconcile?” He asked, glancing over his shoulder at her sleepy face. “I just remember spending two days in this room...
“Cause for every lie I tell them, they tell me three” - I did something bad. Jalal checked the light in one of the arches as he asked Heer to stand there. “You can actually do this professionally.” He said as the camera snapped, and Heer smiled. The screen set up under the gazebo immediately lit up with the picture, and Pratap nodded, impressed. “You mean modelling?” Heer asked, surprised. “Spare me, Bhaijaan.” “Why?” Jalal shrugged. “You look very comfortable in front of the camera. Now go walk in the lawn and look back when I tell you to. I need some videos.” Pratap eyed Shakti, setting his hair with narrowed brows and reminded him, “You know the whole point was to look natural?” “You mean to say I’m not naturally handsome?” Shakti asked as Pratap shook his head, amused. “Just go get it done. Where’s Ajabdeh?” Shakti shrugged. Pratap was about to get up and go look for her when Ajabdeh arrived, wearing loungewear from their label. “It’s hot out here…” She said as she fanne...
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