Vasl: reunion / meeting
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Faiza Ahmed:
Arsh Abbas:
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Prologue
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"Kya khaana hai tumhe?" A man in his late twenties asked his friend.
(What do you want to eat)
"Tumhi kuch order karlo. Nahi pata kaha le kar aagaye ho mujhe," Faiza said fixing her hair while glaring at him.
(You order something. I don't know where you took me to)
"Yaar, Isse accha chaat hi khaa lete. Yaha bohot awkward lag raha hai," She continued while looking around the expensive restaurant.
(Man, it will be much better if we would have eaten street food. It's very awkward here)
Faiza was dressed up in a peach color kurti and denim jeans. Her white dupatta was hung around her neck.
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