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Zain opened the album and gazed at it, smiling with tears at the face that was starring back. As the drops of salty feelings merged on the plastic covering of the pictures, he held it close to his heart. Wish things would be different, as memories painted their vibrant smiles and painful tears in the shadows of his eyes. Aaliya silently stood behind him, soaking the emotions that he had just vented out on her. Those set of eyes tore her down, how far could they walk together. Untangling relationships that never existed in the first place was clouding her mind. As she stepped back, closing the door yet again. Her soul was still lingering in the room somewhere, as Zain picked the broken glass piece and entrapped it in his fist. Blood seeped through to color Aaliyas face that laid smiling at him through those captured moments. Moments that had started all this ....Love or hate ...Pyaar yaa Waar
Ek Jhalak
