Then he went to the owner, but the owner was still denying. The shutter was almost halfway down, and he kept shaking his head. The dim yellow lights inside the small parlour flickered slightly as he counted the cash in his drawer.
"Band ho gaya beta, kal aayi."
(It's closed, son. Come tomorrow.)
Show your support
“Your support helps me create more fanfiction and bring beautiful stories to life. Thank you for being part of my journey 💕
Write a comment ...