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— Z A H I R —

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A soft breath escapes my lips as I behold her book. Her blouse, from behind is in a v shape. It is cherry red in color, matching her saree. Still, it is not tied from behind as the straps hang through her back.

She is applying makeup, staring at herself through the mirror and I wonder if she can catch me. Like this — gawking at her like a stupid. I do not want her to lose focus, at all, or else she will stop doing it and start stuttering and staggering.

That’s what happens to her when I am around her and if she thinks that I have not noticed it, then she is delusional. I have noticed it countless times. Especially the way she blushes. I think she is going to blush often tonight.

There are some rolling things stuck in her hair. I do not know what they call it but it looks like Newton’s things.

She puts down something and grabs something else. I am totally unaware of the name but I catch the colors of them. Some are pink, some white, some creamy, and some red.

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