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SSSaaasssaaassaSixxxx!!!!!!!!

It was exactly this time, albiet PST!!! yes... the first overly romantic sms that buzzed on my nokia 2300..(I still have that mobile with me) the first sms which I did not delete, n the first sms which made me hide my phone from my brother, if u r reading this bro. :P i m sorry...

and I could not sleep that night...it was so scary, too much anxiety, too much fear that next day I am not sleeping in my room, I am not having the double bed to myself.. Theres gonna be someone else, someone I hav to spend the rest of my life with!! what a feeling.. what a night!!

And then, the next day!! God blessed us with rain.. so much rain so much rain that my silver stilletos went wet!! I was so worried ager saloon band ho gaya tou... (no makeup, ugly me?? :p)
Karachi doesnt havent a proper drainage system... I loved it jab aapne bhi koshish kiii ke mera sharara doesnt get spoiled!! I cant forget that scene!!! I can't forget sitting with u in the car goin back home, ur home, my home!!!! I cant forget u telling me its okay u r with me!!! it definitely is okay being with u, heckkk its lot more than just okay!!!! janay kyun dil janat hay tu hai tou I'll be allright!!! sach mein!! the only reason I drive in Dubai is because of you, you are my GPS!! my TOmtom!! ager duniya ki ulti seedhi galiyon se u can pull me out to a safe heaven, then why would u ever leave me stranded in the fuc*ed up problems in this world. u'd never inshaAllah!!!!!!!!

Thank you Allah for whatever u kept in store for me!! You always do the best, maybe i never understood!! but I know!!!!



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