Thedreamer7

As Muhammad Imran sat across from Sana Mitsubishi in the quaint café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the soft hum of conversation enveloped them. Sana's laughter, like music to his ears, echoed through the air, drawing him closer with each melodious note. 

"You know, you're a dangerous man, Muhammad Imran," Sana teased, playfully nudging him as her eyes danced with mischief. Muhammad chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on her radiant smile. 

"Dangerous? How so?" he quipped, leaning in to meet her gaze. Sana, her demeanor laced with playful skepticism, leaned back in her chair, a knowing glint in her eyes. 

"Thirteen women, Muhammad Imran. Thirteen hearts you've captured with your charm," she remarked, a hint of amusement in her voice. Muhammad met her gaze, his expression softening with sincerity. 

"Ah, but none as captivating as yours, Sana," he confessed, his voice laced with genuine admiration. Sana rolled her eyes, though a fond smile tugged at the corners of her lips. 

"Smooth talker," she countered, though her tone betrayed a hint of affection. As their conversation ebbed and flowed, a question lingered in the air, unspoken yet palpable. 

"And what about promises, Muhammad Imran? Are you capable of making those?" Sana finally asked, her gaze searching for his sincerity. Muhammad's expression turned solemn, his gaze never wavering from hers. 

"I've learned that promises are fragile things, easily broken," he began, his voice tinged with vulnerability. 

"But I can promise you this, Sana -- I'll always be honest with you, and I'll always cherish what we have, for as long as you'll have me." Sana's eyes softened, a gentle smile gracing her lips. 

"I suppose that'll have to be enough for now," she conceded, her voice filled with warmth. Muhammad reached across the table, taking her hand in his, his touch gentle yet firm. 

"For now and for always, Sana," he vowed, his words carrying the weight of his newfound resolve.

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Info: This story is inspired from real experiences. Only the concept is derived out of it. Please not compare with real facts. 

Everything done here is just fantasy. Enjoy it, Guys.

Table of Theirteen Loves, One Fortune

Table of contents

Volume 1 :First Love

Volume 2 :The Doctor Next Door