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Hey forum-wasis, here m again with my piece of writing but this time an SS! This SS is lil bit inspired from the movie Fanna as the title suggests ...no no not completely but at times I mean the scenes are inspired by the movie. Here is the prologue... its just to make you understand the scenario, the story is different though.
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Fanaa...
"Tere dil mein meri saanson ko panaah mil jaye ...
"Pani, Pani"
"Abbu he is waking up!!"
"Aliya beta bring some water for him"
"Ji Abbu"
Zain could not assume what they both were saying. What he could hear was only voices which was confusing him. He slowly opened his eyes, still not able to properly see. A girl was standing in front of him with a glass of water. She gave the
glass to the person sitting beside him.
"Here, have water"
The man made him sit and offered him water. Zain was not able to sit properly. After drinking water again he dozzed
back to sleep.
"Abbu!", the girl was confused.
"Don't worry beta, he will soon wake up.
Lets leave him and let him sleep."
"Ji Abbu"
After an hour.
Zain again woke up to find that same old man sitting beside him.
"Captain Zain Abdullah"
"Huh?"
"How are you Jawaan", the man sadi
enthusiastically.
"Fin..fine", Zain was confused. He looked and examined the place he was staying in.It was a room made of wood. There was a window in front of him from that he could see the snowfall.
"You are at my home", the man said smiling "My daughter found you injured..." Zain had forgotten that he had had bullet on his right shoulder, but now that the man had made him remember,
the pain was again terrible. His head was also paining a bit...he had hit a stone, remembered Zain.
"Great job...you all do huh! Sacrificing life for the nation. Brave thing!", the man opened her mouth to say more when the same girl entered. Zain could not see her face properly as she was standing at the door with some things in her hand, also
blocking half of her face. It was clothes she was handing, assumed Zain.
"Abbu? Chachajaan wants to talk to you",
the girl left saying that.
All Zain wanted was to see the face
behind this sweet voice!
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How was it? If its nyc and you like it, I
will update the 1st part tomorrow Also
tell me if you want PMs
ps-Sorry If anyone has written a story with
the same title.
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Part 1 - Pg 3
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Fanaa...
"Tere dil mein meri saanson ko panaah mil jaye ...
tere ishq mein meri jaan fanaa ho jaye"
"Pani, Pani"
"Abbu he is waking up!!"
"Aliya beta bring some water for him"
"Ji Abbu"
Zain could not assume what they both were saying. What he could hear was only voices which was confusing him. He slowly opened his eyes, still not able to properly see. A girl was standing in front of him with a glass of water. She gave the
glass to the person sitting beside him.
"Here, have water"
The man made him sit and offered him water. Zain was not able to sit properly. After drinking water again he dozzed
back to sleep.
"Abbu!", the girl was confused.
"Don't worry beta, he will soon wake up.
Lets leave him and let him sleep."
"Ji Abbu"
After an hour.
Zain again woke up to find that same old man sitting beside him.
"Captain Zain Abdullah"
"Huh?"
"How are you Jawaan", the man sadi
enthusiastically.
"Fin..fine", Zain was confused. He looked and examined the place he was staying in.It was a room made of wood. There was a window in front of him from that he could see the snowfall.
"You are at my home", the man said smiling "My daughter found you injured..." Zain had forgotten that he had had bullet on his right shoulder, but now that the man had made him remember,
the pain was again terrible. His head was also paining a bit...he had hit a stone, remembered Zain.
"Great job...you all do huh! Sacrificing life for the nation. Brave thing!", the man opened her mouth to say more when the same girl entered. Zain could not see her face properly as she was standing at the door with some things in her hand, also
blocking half of her face. It was clothes she was handing, assumed Zain.
"Abbu? Chachajaan wants to talk to you",
the girl left saying that.
All Zain wanted was to see the face
behind this sweet voice!
-------------------------------------------------------------
How was it? If its nyc and you like it, I
will update the 1st part tomorrow Also
tell me if you want PMs
ps-Sorry If anyone has written a story with
the same title.
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Part 1 - Pg 3
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