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Sultan POV
When you don't really feel anything beating inside your body, you look normal. But suddenly when your eyes fell on someone that holds that power to race your heart in moments, you go Insane. That's what I got.
True, that I wasn't new in falling for someone but how could I describe that everything was new with her. I did love someone with my heart and soul but it's like all my organs are regenerated. They got new blood and soul.
The moment I realized she entered the hall my heartbeats raced and I could feel my blood getting warm out of feeling her presence.
"Bhaijaan, Say something"
I heard Ibrahim's voice insisting me to say something. I diverted my gaze to him slightly and I smiled.
"Sure" I muttered slowly and read it.
"Saanso ko moti banake usne dhaage me kuch is qadar piro diya,
Toote dil me jese dhankan daal dil gayi ho...
Bhare samandar me safina doob to hamari bhi rahi thi,
Lekin usne sukhaya samadar kuch is qadar jese hamari maut taal di gayi ho,"
A huge applaud was made by everyone but my sight was fixed on a person who was hiding her face under a slight veil. I didn't know but looking like at her was making me feel more craving for her.
There was a slight desire in me to sit beside her.
Suddenly, my attention caught by Ibrahim's voice.
"Gulaab Bhabhijaan, now you say something"
He insisted with slight happiness and my eyes thinned in a row.
No way, she doesn't even understand it completely.
"I think, Sultan is best enough to be heard"
She said with a slow and calm voice that made me smile and then my attention caught by Ibrahim who insisted on her one more time.
I didn't understand it, how could she say anything.
But my world stopped for a moment when I heard her slow and melodious voice saying a poem.
Dariya vo aag ka jisme terna shayad kismat me shumar tha,
Dariya vo aag ka jisme terna shayad kismat me shumar tha,
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