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Originally posted by: SanyaEterna
Obviously, that's the biggest Trump card Prerna has to make her boyfriend move on
Prerna nervously knocked the door of his study.
After an affirmative reply, she stepped in.
She slowly walked in, framing and re framing her questions and perhaps, requests. Her heart was beating loudly and those awkward rumbles in her 8 month pregnant belly didn't help either.
"Mr. Bajaj... Woh umm, aap... aapki flight kab ki hai?", she asked, biting her lip. She mentally slapped herself.
He gave her a queer look through the corner of his eye. She moved her gaze away.
"I've told you this thrice already", he remarked.
"2 am midnight"
Prerna felt the sudden surge to blurt out everything in one go. Yes, there were mood swings. But he was beyond them. She clasped her saree and took a deep breath.
She was finding reasons to atleast stay back in the room so that she wouldn't receive the get out order within 30 seconds.
She saw an antique radio placed on one of the shelves.
She scuttled across to have a look.
She pressed the ON button to see if it works.
He did feel annoyed but to indefinitely postpone the topic in hand, he allowed her to meddle with his beloved artifacts, with a low grunt.
The old piece rattled to life with a hiss.
"Ruk jaana oh jaana...."
(To be continued)
Awww...Originally posted by: Mishti_Dahi
Prerna nervously knocked the door of his study.
After an affirmative reply, she stepped in.
She slowly walked in, framing and re framing her questions and perhaps, requests. Her heart was beating loudly and those awkward rumbles in her 8 month pregnant belly didn't help either.
"Mr. Bajaj... Woh umm, aap... aapki flight kab ki hai?", she asked, biting her lip. She mentally slapped herself.
He gave her a queer look through the corner of his eye. She moved her gaze away.
"I've told you this thrice already", he remarked.
"2 am midnight"
Prerna felt the sudden surge to blurt out everything in one go. Yes, there were mood swings. But he was beyond them. She clasped her saree and took a deep breath.
She was finding reasons to atleast stay back in the room so that she wouldn't receive the get out order within 30 seconds.
She saw an antique radio placed on one of the shelves.
She scuttled across to have a look.
She pressed the ON button to see if it works.
He did feel annoyed but to indefinitely postpone the topic in hand, he allowed her to meddle with his beloved artifacts, with a low grunt.
The old piece rattled to life with a hiss.
"Ruk jaana oh jaana...."
(To be continued)
Continue karo.
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