Neither a thousand splendid suns on a moonless night, neither a thousand splendid suns nor a thousand splendid sins played out right there in front of her, could have made her flinch. More importantly, they couldn't have made her rise from her solemn and yet peaceful stupor, sitting on the foldable and just enough chair, out there on the ledge, and walk back to the roof. There she sat, out on the ledge that extended out from the roof of the tallest skyscraper in the City of the Mob, the ledge that burst out from the roof like maybe a helping hand just extended or maybe like another aberration in a sea of aberrations, an aberration that had suddenly decided to make its present felt. It was a moonless night.
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pura kar pura kar.. aur pta nai kyu mujhe aaj sari ads yaad aa rahi hain.. and main fir ek stupid si tagline likhne wali thi .. bt nai likh rahi
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