Ruhani POV
आखों से ही दिल में उतर रही,
जालिब तासीर मेरे मेहबूब की,
गुनाह-ए-इकतरफा है, ख़बर है हमें,
मगर, यही है कसक, इश्तियाक़-ए-हुज़ूर की,
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Aakhon se hi dil me utar rahi,
Jaalib taasiir mere mehboob ki,
Gunaah-e-iktarpha hai, khabhar hai hume,
Magar, Yahi hai kasak, Ishtiyaaq-e-huzur ki,
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Reaching the heart through eyes,
Attractive Impressions of my beloved,
Aware I am, Sins of one-sides,
But that's the pain of longing for my love,
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Nervous and afraid were the right words to describe my trembling fingers. And above that, these naughty bangles were piercing the silence in the chamber around the couches every few moments.
My eyes frequently glanced at him as I tried to keep my racing heartbeats unnoticed.
"Umm, Bhaijaan, what will you have?"
Adeena spoke, holding the jug of the fruit juice for him.
He lifts his eyes from the corner of the table to her, clearly sunk in his thoughts. His broad shoulders rested against the oversized couch, revealing how manly and strong his body was. His left elbow settled on the side of it, fingers lightly on his lips.
He took a sharp breath coming into reality and shifted a little.
"Ah, anything,"
Beside him was Saeed, whose eyes glared at the food. He seems a food lover, like my father. I smiled at the thought.
"Bhabhijaan, you?"
I looked at Adeena, sitting beside me and expecting a reply.
Hesitantly, I signalled.
"She is fine,"
Nagina interfered quickly with a smile.
She was standing beside my couch. I was willing to ask her to sit but controlled my emotions as everything was new to me too.
"You should try this juice,"
YOU ARE READING
Ruhani ~ The Language Of Love
Historical FictionSitting on the bed, I was waiting for my husband to arrive. It was our wedding Night. I rolled my toes as the visuals of him slowly touching my cheeks, making love to me was blurring my vision again and again. I was trying to compress my frequent bl...
