Kayal's POV

On the day of Reshma's engagement I couldn't come early because I was stuck in a Press Meet. After filing my article, I flew to my home in my bike. I changed to a Silk Cotton Chudithar and left for her place from my home. It seems the function had started. My parents had already left. Instead of walking through the front door, and attracting lot of attention for being a late comer, I jumped our compound wall and entered her home through the back door.

All her relatives had gathered in the hall, so nobody actually noticed me. Reshma loves Jasmine flowers. The whole house was decorated with Jasmine flowers. On top of it many of them were wearing strong Attar (A type of perfume). I could also smell the inevitable Attar Full Talcum Powder. Reshma's family never runs out of that particular brand of Talcum Powder. Since the time we were kids, her Uncles who are working in Middle East bring that powder as a gift for their family. I think it is now available in India as well in few places. But Reshma vouches for imported Attar Full. As a matter of fact, it is her strong argument that even Johnson's Baby Powder which is sold in UK, US and Middle East is of much more superior quality than what we get in India. All these strong smells instantly triggered my migraine. I settled down in her room. I think she is being fed sugar now. She will return to her room in a while. When I opened our group to text Salim, I saw a message from him saying that he has already reached. I then messaged Salim as well as my parents that I have reached.

Appa had replied, "Stay in her room."

Salim had replied, "Okay ma. I am here with Yasar Bhai."

I thought of seeing Salim. I went near the door and peeked out. Since Salim was tall, I saw him. As usual he was looking very handsome. He was wearing White color Jhubba and a skull cap. It looked nice on him. I am always afraid of wearing white because I or anybody else always ends up staining it. All my new white dresses were showered with sambhar, chutney, cake, ink, paint, turmeric, mud and what not. So long back I stopped wearing white. Somehow for few seconds everybody went out of focus and I could see him only. Suddenly he started blushing. Why is he blushing now? That too red hot? He wasn't talking with anybody. All his friends were looking at the bridegroom. Just then he took his mobile and typed something.

I got a message personally. "Like what you are seeing???"

Oh my God. Have I been staring so badly that he could sense me? He didn't even turn towards me. Shame on me for staring at him. I immediately closed the door and went inside. I replied to his message, "Obviously, white color goes nicely with your beetroot red color blush. Haraami for sending me a private message."

"Kayal, if I am a Haraami, how about you for staring?"

"FYKI I am not a Muslim. I can stare as much as I want and I enjoy looking at your blush. Ha ha ha."

"Kayallllllll."

"Now, I can be a Haraami, but I don't want to encourage you to be a Haraami. No more private messaging."

Salim then sent a smiley in our group.

Is there any way I can fast forward my life by two months? Just when I was wondering how to push these two months, Reshma came in with Vidhu and our other friends. I gave her a happy hug. "Congrats dear."

"Thank you, still I am angry for you had come very late."

"I am doing my internship now. I couldn't take leave. Sorry, sorry, sorry."

"Okay. I am forgiving you for now. But, you have to come very early for my marriage."

"Okay, done."

Vidhu said, "That is possible only if she can spare time for things other than staring at her new husband. She is staring at him now as if he is chocolate cake. I am sure after marriage, she will not come out of her bedroom for one whole month".

"Shameless Vidhu".

"Says who?"

Before we could go on, Reshma was called again to pose for photographs. By now my migraine had reached its peak. If I stay here for some more time I may end up puking. I felt bad for not staying with Reshma, but she will understand. So I messaged Salim in our group, "Salim, I am leaving now. Bye. See you tomorrow in Skype."

He replied, "You are leaving without having dinner???? Any problem???"

"Migraine due to so much of jasmine flowers. With this headache, I can't eat Biryaani."

"Okay, take proper medication and rest."

"I will, you enjoy the engagement. I have just promised Reshma that I will come early for her marriage. Please remember for future reference."

"I am having a nice time here with my old friends. As with Reshma Sister's marriage, yes, we can definitely come early. Now no more messaging, go and take rest."

He would have been a very successful school teacher if at all if he had done his B.Ed (Bachelor of Education, A qualification required to be a School Teacher in Tamil Nadu and many parts of India). Before jumping down from the compound wall, I turned around because I could sense somebody looking at me. Salim was looking at me with a worried expression in his face from the window. Is he worried thinking how I am going to survive our Nikkah? Because there will be even more Jasmine flowers. Honestly I am also worried about that. I asked him to smile with my hand gesture. He gave me his shy smile. I then waved him bye and jumped our compound wall.

After reaching home, I messaged him in our group.

"Salim, if you are worried about how I will be surviving on the day of our Nikkah then please don't worry. I will take all the precautionary steps. Today in my excitement I forgot to take my precautionary steps."

"Insha Allah, everything will be fine. Now eat something and take some rest."

"Okay Salim. Done."

In the night, before going to sleep, I messaged Salim in our group. "Salim, I am fine now. My migraine is gone. Good night."

"I am very happy to know that. Good night ma."

Next morning, when we saw each other in Skype, the first thing he asked was, "How is your migraine now?"

It is really nice to know that he is so caring. "I am absolutely fine."

"Good to know that."

After that I started with my lecture.

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In the evening as soon as I reached home, I got a message from Salim. "We have to book a car. What is your favorite brand and color?"

"Why do we need a car? Both of us have our bikes. Car pollutes the air. So much money goes wasted in Petrol/Diesel (Heard fuel prices may go up again). Driving a car in Chennai's traffic will be a headache. It is very difficult to find parking space for a car in Chennai. If we need a car for long distance we can book a cab. On top of everything else, I would love to travel with you in your bike."

"KAYAL. I will take you out in bike occasionally. Now we have to book a car because we will be travelling to Trichy frequently and taking a cab every time will be a pain. Now tell me your favorite brand and color."

I think his KAYAL is the code word for me to see his angle. I am sure, now if I tell him that my favorite brand is Tata Nano, he will get irritated again. Every time I look at the car, I pray for Mr.Ratan Tata who strived to fulfill the dream of every common man because he gave India, one of the most affordable cars. Yes, there are a lot of problems with Nano but the vision of Mr. Ratan Tata has to be complimented. But, Salim is a millionaire. I can't ask him to buy a budget car.

"Salim, cool down please. How about Tata Bolt? Color can be grey color? So that it wouldn't look dirty even if we don't clean it on a daily basis. What is your choice?"

"BMW or Volkswagen, Black color."

Oh my God. "Well Salim, think like this. We are a small family now. We can have simple cars now. When our family grows bigger, we can have bigger cars."

I didn't get any reply from him for a while. Suddenly Feroz sent a message in the group. "Ali, you have to be happy that she didn't say Nano because Nano is her favorite car. There is a huge improvement in you Kayal."

Salim replied, "Alhamdulillah for that. Kayal can we take a middle ground? It is going to be our first car. So let it be BMW. I am not going for a very expensive model in BMW. It will be a simple model. Color can be your choice grey."

Why the hell did he ask for my opinion if he had decided on his favorite car? On top of it, he is placating me as if I am some dumb woman. But, he is buying the car with his own money. I didn't want to ruin his enthusiasm when he has to book his first car. "More than grey, black looks good in BMW. Go for Black BMW."

He replied, "That would be great."

"Happy driving"

"Thank you Kayal."

"Welcome"

There is no point in discussion if you have made a decision. But in the next few seconds, I got a message from him privately. "Are you angry Kayal?"

"No"

"I think I can judge your mood, even if I can't see your face. My Kayal instinct tells me that you are angry now."

"No I am not"

"You didn't call me 'Salim'. You call me 'Salim' in every two or three messages. You didn't call me 'Salim' for the previous five messages. You never reply to my messages in one word. You are always careful with punctuation. There is no full stop in your previous four messages and no coma in your last message. I know you are angry."

What is this? He is reading me as if I am an open book. I have to credit him for being so observant about me.

"I am not angry Salim. I am just a little irritated."

"I didn't know that our choices in car would be this different. It was my mistake to ask for your opinion when I had something fixed in my mind. I could have said something like, I am thinking of buying a BMW for us. But, that would have been something like informing you rather than asking for your choice. Thinking about it, I guess it is a male ego thing, asking for your choice because I want to think that I respect my woman's choice, but then ultimately sticking to my choice, because this car has been in my mind for years. Sorry ma."

Oh my God. Why is he feeling sorry?

"No need of sorry Salim. I am just thinking that whether can there be a middle ground at all when choices are in extremes?"

"Good question Kayal. Please tell me what you would have done when you really want a BMW but your partner is in the other extreme."

"Okay, next time, when you have decided on your choice, DON'T ask me for an opinion and insult my choice. If I were in your position, I would have told you that I like BMW a lot and I am passionate about it and it is my dream car. So, I am going to buy a BMW for us.

Salim, I would have never given my choice if I had known that you are passionate about BMW and if you hadn't asked for my choice. It is not my idea to make you feel unhappy while buying a car. You don't have to prove me or for that matter anybody (including yourself) that you respect my opinion and choices. We don't have to establish gender equality by giving up our preferences. I will be more than happy to come with you in a BMW, if you are pleased with it. I don't have anything against BMW other than the fact that it is quite expensive. But, if you really want it and you can also afford it, I am not going to feel bad for it because you have a great choice in cars."

It's true. If Salim can afford it and really want it, then there is no point in me grumbling about it.

"Kayal.........."

"Sollunga (Tell me).............."

"First thing, I have learnt my lesson. Second thing, still I am sure we are going to have many many more disagreements. Third thing is..........."

"Salim, I understand that even though we have similar tastes in most things, there are matters where we are poles apart. I am sure that this will not throw our relationship on rocks. It is just a teething problem. Don't worry. Remember you told me that we can solve our problems amicably. We can and we are trying. Now please finish what you were trying to say. Third thing is......."

"Third thing is I am crazy about you Kayal. It was very sweet of you to put the effort in making me see things without hurting me and with your anger in control."

What happened to my romantic hero? "Salim, is this called as Oodalaku pinn Koodal (Can be roughly translated as 'Making up after a fight')?"

"I think so Kayal."

"In that case stop texting right now Haraami. Find a paper and pen. Write everything you feel now in a letter to me. I will read that letter after our marriage. I want to read at least one love letter in my life."

"I can write letters after marriage as well."

"You will not be a lover then. You will be a husband."

"Can a husband not be a lover?"

"Fiancé lover is different from a Husband lover."

"Okay, agreed. I will go and write a letter now. Bye ma."

"That's so nice of you. Bye Salim."

I might be the first woman since Eve to ask for a love letter from a guy. It is embarrassing, but nothing can be done about it.

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Salim's parents had insisted not to buy anything expensive for the House Warming Ceremony because, in that case it will be indirectly a dowry and Haraam in Islam. Even though many Muslim families are victims of Dowry, I was happy that Salim's parents were strictly against dowry. So, my parents had made a gift hamper of few things like an Adhaan clock (It can be customized to ring alarm for every Prayer), a nice wall hanging and some very good stainless steel coffee and tea cups. I know ceramic is in vogue. But anybody who washes ceramic cups will tell you that it is a pain to wash ceramic cups and safeguard them from people with butter fingers. On top of it, ceramic absorbs heat. Our South Indian Coffee gets very cold by the time we gulp the last sip. We prefer our poison to be hot till the last drop.

On my part, I bought Salim a new Arabic to English Dictionary. Arabic Alphabets and words CD which will help him in proper pronunciation of Arabic. I asked Rasheed to send them from Dubai. I know he is taking Arabic classes now. So, it will be very useful for him. I also created few handmade bookmarks for him. On top of every book mark, I had written, 'May your prayers be answered' or some Islamic quotes like, 'Worries end when Prayer begins', 'Before going to sleep every night forgive everyone and sleep with a clean heart.' Hope he likes them.

I let my parents leave for the House Warming Ceremony on one condition that my Appa should be in Skype for the first ten minutes when he is there. So that, I can watch Salim. I know sometimes I can be creepy. I asked my Appa to keep his mobile in his Shirt pocket in such a way that, the camera can easily focus on the opposite person. So now I am waiting in front of my laptop for my Appa's call. I received a Skype call from my Appa. Yessssssssssss. It seems Appa was just entering the apartment. Salim came to meet my parents and say, "Vaanga Maama (Uncle) and Vaanga Athai (Aunty)." He was wearing a blue color jhubba and a skull cap. After that, all his family members welcomed my parents. Salim was constantly looking around as if searching for somebody. Can he feel my stare through my Appa's mobile as well. Oh my God. Any way to ease his mind, I texted him, "Salim, blue looks good on you. Don't worry. I haven't come to attend the function."

"Oy.... Tell me the truth. Then how come I am feeling as if you are seeing me?"

"You have a great feeling Salim. I am looking at you through my Appa's mobile. We are on Skype now."

"Kayal.................."

"I know I can be creepy at times. Sorry, it was fun. Anyway I just wanted to see you. I will sign out now."

"Wait, wait."

"For what Salim?"

"I will show you all the rooms."

With that he kept his mobile inside his jhubba pocket and took my parents to show all the rooms. He showed the master bedroom and said, "This will be our parent's bedroom." After showing Thambi's (Younger Brother, referring to Umar) room, guest bedroom and the kitchen finally he came to our room and said, "This will be our room, we will be fixing a swing here, this will be a book shelf and this will be a wardrobe for us." He said this by directly looking at my Appa's mobile's camera. He was standing with an enough distance so that the camera could focus on his face. I am sure that my Appa must be bewildered to hear him say that. When my parents moved away a little Thambi who was standing next to him slapped him in his shoulders. He spoke something in Thambi's ears and then Thambi started laughing like a mad man. Thambi then waved his hand for me and left. The rooms looked lovely after a fresh coat of paint. Our room was painted in blue and white combination. Appa then gave my gift to Salim saying, "This is for you from Kayal."

He immediately opened with so much of enthusiasm that I couldn't help smiling. He was so happy to see that. He read what was written on each and every book mark and then he looked at the camera and said, "Thank you. It is awesome."

I said, "You are most welcome. And thank you for appreciating my gift. I feel good."

He was grinning in such a cute way that I wanted to pinch his cheeks. Suddenly somebody called him and he left with an "Excuse me." I then told my Amma and Appa that I am signing off. I also sent him a message, "Salim, I have signed off."

"Kayal, I was excited that you could look at our house on its house warming ceremony. I was seriously missing you ma. Now I feel better. Never thought, that little head of yours could come up with such creative ideas."

"Salim, this is the time in my life when I want to tell you that I was born intelligent and I get inspiring ideas by looking at the stars, moon and the night sky. But honestly I have to accept that this idea is an inspiration from 'Singham' movie. No, no, no mocking me. Go and take care of guests. I am missing you too. We will catch up later. P.S. Thank you for designing our room similar to my room."

"Kayallllllllllllll........:)"

"I know..... I know..... Lock all those feelings and keep them for after marriage. I am waiting. Now I am getting late for work. Bye Salim."

In the next message he had sent a picture of a key. The caption was 'Our home key'. Only upon close inspection I found that the key chain in which it was held was the same key chain which I had gifted to him on our first meeting. Wow.

"Salim, that's romantic."

":) I do try, drive carefully. Bye ma."

"Then let me tell you I am more than impressed. I will drive carefully. Bye Salim."

Salim's POV

Yesterday was pretty hectic with our house warming ceremony. Today we have to return to Delhi. I was waiting for Kayal in the airport. To pass time, I logged in to my facebook account. It's been a long time since I opened my facebook account. The first thing I had noticed was Akka has liked the relationship status of Kayal. I tried to check Kayal's profile. But her privacy settings didn't let me check her posts. But, I remember from last time when I saw her pictures through my Akka's profile that she had around 800 friends on facebook. I was happy that she had announced our engagement to all of them. My sweet Kayal. I too changed my relationship status from 'Single' to 'Engaged'. Just when I thought of messaging her, she entered by waving a bye for her parents. As soon as she saw me, her eyes lightened up. I like that so much. "Hai Salim. Sorry, are you waiting for a long time?"

"Hai Kayal, no problem. Now come, let's go.

We immediately checked in. Alhamdulillah, we got seats next to each other. There was a middle aged woman in the window seat, Kayal sat in the middle and I sat next to her. As soon as we sat Kayal asked me, "Salim are you feeling tired or sleepy?"

"No. Why?"

"In that case I need a favor from you."

I smiled and asked her, "What favor?"

She then took something from her bag. It was an album. When she opened it, it had my childhood photographs. "Hey, how did you get this?"

She gave me an amused smile and said, "Salim, this is an engagement gift from Thambi and your cousins."

The album was really beautiful. I knew Umar was working on something, but I never thought it would be this beautiful.

She then said, "Now, please tell me few details and good things which I have to know about all your relatives."

I was happy that she was taking the effort to know about my family members. I have seen in many families that newly married men in their enthusiasm to share everything with their wives share about few ill things about their relatives. These new brides in the name of being loyal to their husbands take the existing enmity between relationships to a new level. I didn't want to do that mistake. As a matter of fact, in our family our elders see to it that even when there is a small misunderstanding between them, they never let it affect us children. Alhamdulillah, Kayal also asked only about good things. She is a good judge of character. She will learn about everybody by herself. I just had to give her a little push. So, I started explaining to her about all my relatives.

When I was done, she asked me, "Thank you so much Salim. I am sure this will help me in the long run. Now tell me are you tired?"

I knew she was asking me this question because yesterday it was extremely tiresome. "Don't worry. I had a nice sleep and woke up very late in the morning."

"Great. Now would you like to know about my relatives?"

"Sure."

She brought out another album where she had kept our engagement photographs. Since I knew most of her cousins she introduced her aunts and uncles as her cousin's parents. Most of her family members were in Government Service. Some were in Railways, State Transport, Revenue Department, School Teachers, College Lecturers and Banks etc. There were few I.A.S. Officers as well.

At last when we were done with all the introductions she said, "Salim, I wanted to ask you something."

"Sollu ma (Tell me)."

She instantly smiled but there were worry lines etched in her face. "Salim, I am seriously worried about all these Love Jihad controversies happening in North India right now. I don't want anybody to poke their nose in our relationship. I don't want anybody to judge us before our marriage. I am okay with telling everybody that I am engaged but I don't want to tell anybody over there in our class that we are engaged to each other. Of course John, Harneet and Sara will be an exception because they already know. Is it okay with you?"

I too read about all these Love Jihad controversies. When a Muslim man marries a Hindu and when the Hindu woman reverts to Islam many Hindu outfits fight against their unison. Many people have also been getting death threats. Kayal is not a Hindu by her belief, but according to our constitution and according to the Community certificate issued by our Government she was born a Hindu. I know that she will never revert to Islam. But, we can't explain these things to strangers now. In this period of time, when we are in Delhi, exposing about our relationship will invite trouble to both of us from both Hindu as well as Islamic outfits because according to Muslims I am marrying a Khafir(Non believer). We have already been victims of the vulgarity in human minds on that night when we took the train from Delhi. I don't want to put our lives in danger again.

After few seconds, I told her, "You are right. We can't tell people about our relationship over there in Delhi."

She might have sensed the disappointment in my voice, "Salim, this is just for two weeks after that we will be returning back to our State."

She had a point. It's not like we can't see each other or anything. We can see each other daily. This is just for our own safety. So I told her, "I understand Kayal. It is just a little frustrating because we have to act like just friends in front of everybody. But, it is important for our safety."

"Yes. True. But, there are few perks about it."

"What perks?"

"I can tease you, taunt you how much ever I want to without anybody else knowing about it."

"Kayal, remember, I will get back to you for each and everything after our marriage."

"I am waiting Salim, I am waiting. But now say thank you to me."

"For what?"

"I am going to sleep now, so that our conversations don't jump towards Haraam. By that I am helping you stay Halaal. So say, thank you to me."

I didn't want her to sleep. I wanted to talk with her. "Are you feeling sleepy?"

"No. But, I can sleep now. The temperature is really cool inside the flight. You are sitting next to me giving me the right amount of warmth. So I think I can sleep."

Ya Allah. Now I think it is good if she sleeps. "Okay, thank you so much for your benevolent gesture. Sleep now. I will wake you up when they serve snacks."

She smiled and then searched for something in her handbag and said, "Oh no."

"Ennachu ma? (What happened ma)?"

"I forgot to keep a handkerchief in my handbag. All of them are in my backpack. I can't sleep without covering my face in public spaces."

Since we can't open the luggage counter now, I offered her my handkerchief and told her, "Don't worry. I haven't used it yet. But, tell me any particular reason why you cover your face while sleeping."

She took it and said with a smile, "You can ask any of my woman friends, all of them will tell you that I look very beautiful while sleeping. And I don't like it when people stare at me when I am sleeping. So, I cover my face when I have to sleep in public spaces."

I smiled and nodded my head. She then covered her face with my handkerchief and slept. I wanted to tell her that she looks breathtakingly beautiful when she wakes up from a good night's sleep. I wanted to pull her and let her snuggle in my chest. Insha Allah soon.

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They say staring makes people uncomfortable. Almost for the past three days since we returned from Chennai, Kayal frequently stares at me. But, I am glowing with her attention. I feel very special. Sometimes she stares at me with so much of dream in her eyes, I wish I could take a picture of her eyes. Earlier, her stares used to make me blush. But now, I keep practicing some exercises to control my blush (I found them online). Now, Harneet was talking about some ghost movie. In addition to we five of us, there was another group discussing about something in our class room. I thought if at all if I catch Kayal staring at me, she may blush and I love to see her blush which is quite rare unlike mine. John and Sara were intently listening to that Ghost story. John was holding Sara's hand. So, I turned towards Kayal and lifted my eyebrows with a smirk. Kayal, evil woman she is, smiled and winked at me. I immediately stood up and left the class room. Harneet was shouting behind me, "Ali, what happened?"

"Nothing. I have to make a call. I will be right back."

I went to the restroom to bring my out of control organ in control. I wanted to twist her ears for testing my patience. I didn't want to go to the class till break gets over. So, I took my mobile out to make some calls when I saw Kayal's message.

"Salim, I am very very sorry. Please please forgive me. I know that I should help you in staying Halaal. I am very sorry that I slipped."

I didn't want Kayal to feel bad. I was not angry with her. Because, at the bottom of my heart I liked her surprises and playfulness a lot. At the same time I didn't want her to continue this because it is very hard to keep my sanity when she does this to me. I wanted to let her know that I can't stand such things. There is only so much control a man can have.

So I replied, "Kayal, let this be the last time. Next time you test my patience, I will not leave the class room but I will pack my bags and leave the campus for Trichy in the next flight."

She replied, "I am extremely sorry. I promise I will not repeat it again. Please forgive me."

Oh my lovely Kayal, I am so sorry that I had to be a little harsh with you. If not for Halaal rules, I could have pulled her to my lap and told her that I don't mind at all. Above all, what sort of man can stay angry at his woman who is crazy about him? Almost six weeks left for our wedding. And if I have to stay sane till then, I have to put a little strict look in front for her.

So I simply replied, "Okay."

Throughout the day, forget about staring, she didn't even look at my direction. The next day when she brought my Pre dawn breakfast she didn't look at my eyes. She simply stretched her hand and gave it to me. Inside there was a Post It note which said, 'May your prayers be answered.' She is such a beautiful woman, inside and out.

When she had to take a class for us, she took it without looking at my eyes. She mostly looked in her notebook or her keyboard. Nobody noticed the difference in her. But, I noticed. For the past few days she was reading romantic novels. But today she was reading, 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. He was a Latin American writer. My Akka(Elder Sister) used to read his novels during her graduation days. She used to tell me that his novels are not meant for light reading. Kayal's expression was pretty serious while reading that book. She refused to join us for the cafeteria and stayed back in our class room. Since I was fasting, I could have stayed back in the class room with her, but it would have been Haraam because nobody else was there in the class room. So with a heavy heart I left for the cafeteria.

She is a caffeine addict. She will get a headache if she doesn't drink coffee at 11 a.m in the morning and 4 p.m. in the evening. I think she refused to come to cafeteria just because I was there with them. So few minutes before the break could get over, I bought a coffee for her and went to the class room. Now there were some other students in the class room. So I placed the cup of coffee on her table. She smiled, but didn't look at my face. "Thank you Salim."

"Welcome Kayal."

I thought of speaking something else but many students were in our hearing distance. So I left it at that. Even though I very well knew that Kayal is helping me in staying Halaal, I couldn't see her face like this. I always used to take pride about the twinkling of her eyes when she sees me. But since yesterday she didn't look at me at all. I felt bad for scolding her. I know I could have started a conversation in our WhatsApp group and make up to her, but I really don't want others to know about this. I could have sent her a private message but, what can I send? 'Kayal please forget that I scolded you. Please stare at me as much as you want because I love it. Please look at me because I am lost without you. If you want you can also wink at me. I wouldn't mind.' That would have been weird. What is this love? You want something, but you also don't want to want that thing. I know I have hurt her because she is not her normal self. Ya Allah, please help me.......

Readers please vote, comment and share. The song I have attached is 'Ennaithu' from the movie 'NalaDamayanthi' (2003). Music Director: Ramesh Vinayakam Sir, Lyrics by Late Vaali Sir, Singers: Ramesh Vinayakam and Chinmayi. This is a song where two people from different traditions meet in a foreign country(Australia) and how they teach other about their respective traditions. I love this song and the lyrics which says 'Love never stays within the boundary drawn around it' (Full subtitles are within the video). But the Hero is not our Salim.

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