Feel of Love Mashup Emraan Hashmi Aftermorning HD

Video: Feel of Love Mashup Emraan Hashmi Aftermorning HD

Feel of Love Mashup Emraan Hashmi Aftermorning HD Hindi.


Video Details

VideoFeel of Love Mashup
Artist

Various

Music Aftermorning
Lyrics Aftermorning
Category Hindi

The feel of love, with breath-taking melodies and soothing aftermorning style beats, Feel of Love mashup is here!

Feel of Love Mashup | Aftermorning | Emraan Hashmi |
Music Produced by : Aftermorning @ASHA Studios, Pune
Video: Mohit Visuals
Release : AIDC
Music Production & Other work enquiries: manager.aftermorning@gmail.com

First Love..
They said that first love is forever — that it sticks with you for life and fuses itself into your very existence — for our memories are the strongest when we experience something for the first time.

I mean, who could forget the excitement of feeling butterflies all over in our stomach for the first time? Or the exhilaration of going on a first date? Or that feeling of electricity sparking on our skin when we first hold hands?

You see,
I’m one of the lucky ones.

I have the luxury of marrying my first love; the one that I’ve been patiently waiting for, for exactly 19 years of my life.

I have the luxury of recalling one name, and only one, that’s embellished and rooted so deeply within my mind when I’m asked or think about love.

I have the luxury of having him as both my first love and my partner for life, and I’m glad for that.

I’m glad I could remember every detail of our journey pitch perfectly — every thing we’ve done, every moment we’ve shared, every hardship we’ve gone through, every challenge we’ve faced, every fight we’ve started, every apology we’ve initiated, every word we’ve exchanged, every song we’ve sung, every ode we’ve whispered, every undying love we’ve professed — no matter how little.

I’m glad that it’s him.

Him — the only pair of hands I’ve ever hold, the only pair of lips I’ve ever kissed, the only pair of eyes I’ve ever looked at oh so deeply, the only person whose breath I’ve ever inhaled, the only crook of neck I’ve ever buried my face in, the only chest I’ve ever drowned myself in, the only human being I’ve ever allowed my body in its utmost vulnerable state to.

Him — my first, and only, in everything.

And truthfully, I’d be more than grateful to have the luxury of making him my last too.



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