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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalAamir Bashir is from the valley of Kashmir. He has been blogging since 2014. With an inclination towards writing right from the beginning, he writes short stories, poetry and Novels. Her Choice to Love is his first novel. He is also an academic writer at Writerbay (US). He is also a PhD research scholar. You can reach the writer at aamerbasher.wordpress.com.Read More...
Aamir Bashir is from the valley of Kashmir. He has been blogging since 2014. With an inclination towards writing right from the beginning, he writes short stories, poetry and Novels. Her Choice to Love is his first novel. He is also an academic writer at Writerbay (US). He is also a PhD research scholar.
You can reach the writer at aamerbasher.wordpress.com.
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The sun was now playing hide and seek with a patch of cloud, the patch that was sighted by Hamid. The sun was winning here by hiding behind the pervasive patch of black clouds. The weather was unpredictable like death. It was sunny for a moment and in a swish the sky turned sad, brooding with a mass of black clouds. A scarce distribution of large raindrops soon changed into a full-fledged shower. The rain was intense, the people scurried and hurriedly took she
The sun was now playing hide and seek with a patch of cloud, the patch that was sighted by Hamid. The sun was winning here by hiding behind the pervasive patch of black clouds. The weather was unpredictable like death. It was sunny for a moment and in a swish the sky turned sad, brooding with a mass of black clouds. A scarce distribution of large raindrops soon changed into a full-fledged shower. The rain was intense, the people scurried and hurriedly took shelter beneath the protruding eaves of sloping roofs. The people driving the cars rolled up their windows to prevent unwanted water from entering.
Hamid and Maliha walked without caring for the change in weather, non-responsive to the large raindrops that drenched the whole market. Hamid looked towards Maliha and smiled.
‘What?’ Maliha smiled back as if she already knew the answer.
‘I don’t know.’
‘You also like it?’ Maliha waited for his smile to end, she waited for his mouth to open but he only nodded his head.
This was the first time Hamid fell the urge to hold her hand but it was not appropriate given the number of people present in the market. Will he ever hold her hand? Will he be able to say what he feels about her?
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