Dhak ... dhak-dhak ... dhak-dhak ........ the heart was beating loudly. Impatient big eyes were waiting and looking at the clock. The movement was clearly visible on Masoom's face. Even so, the light was dripping as soon as I saw that face. Someone's longing for the presence of the lips were now biting. Even the wind, as if playing, would slowly pass through her long exposed hair. The gentle hand rising up to handle the breeze flying in the air was adorning the moment. Tick-tick ... tick-tick ... tick-tick ..... time seems to have stopped there, the waiting time has not passed.
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