Benaam Si Khwahishein
I stepped inside the room and at once felt naked. Well, I was wearing clothes but then his gaze always made me feel like I was standing naked in front of him as if her could see me through. It excited me and made me nervous at the same point of time. He directed me towards a chair and it was my cue to sit down without questioning. It has been 3 months that I met him and since then I don't know what is it about him that I can't stop myself from coming to him. Was he handsome? No, nobody would spare him a second look (except me, I guess). Was he chivalrous? Hah! You got to be kidding me. Did he make me feel good about myself? Ummm... I don't know that but whenever I was with him I was something that I never knew I could be. He cleared his throat and it was his way to tell me that I should better concentrate rather than let my mind wander somewhere from where the way back was impossible. Standing in front of me was Saransh, the renowned painter and I was his fo