The strong winds on the beach made her 'dupatta' fly about.
After endless attempts at tying it and pushing it on the side, she let it go.
Sensing her discomfort, her walked to her side, wrapped the duppatta around her petite self
and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Securing the piece of cloth in place.
Main khush naseebi hoon teri
Mujhe bhi raas hai tu
Tera libaas hoon main aur
Mera libaas hai tu
hmmm....a walk on the beach with bloved...
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