Shimmering Sands chand sifarish jo karta hamaari;

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big and broad, the pale brute was impossible to ignore, even if he wanted to. and he didn't. rehan was inexplicably drawn to the stranger, mostly because of his silence. that was good. . .this would not be a painful, awkward conversation where they said everything and he said nothing. no one here knew his language; he was the stranger, and he knew it well.

"kaun hain?" he rasped, tilting his head slightly. "who?" erm, no. . . "who you?" he tried again, hoping that was a little closer to what he'd intended. smart as he was in other areas, rehan struggled with language; he preferred not speaking at all over anything. one tongue was enough--why did he need more?