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Chahat, Masaafat ki,
Irada, Mahroom tha,
Dil, Nigaahbaan,
Giraftar, Hasb-e-aarzu,
Dhadkan tak tham li,
Hizr ki Ibtida pe,
Ulfat-e-neelaam,
Unke ek Hukum pe,
Bawajood,
Char Dil na chali,
Noor-e-ruswayi unki,
Qubool ye haal-e-furkat,
Magar,
Bhar Hume aaghosh me,
Bistar par litaye rakhe hai,
haath hamara tham ke,
Haal-e-mukkaddar apne,
Jaan samajh, kar bayan rahe,
Na hum pighal jae,
to kya ho,
Giraft khud kar diye,
Nashe ke haal me hume,
Aur kal muzrim,
Hum ho jaenge,
Sangeen Zurm, unke,
Gunaah-e-Beadabi me,
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wish is the Distance,
The intention is the deprivation,
Guarded the heart, even,
Arrested the according to wishes,
held the heartbeats even,
At the Beginning of separation,
Auctioned my love,
On one of his orders,
But, in spite of all efforts,
Didn't last even for four days
Light of his dishonoring,
Accepted this state of separation,
but still,
Filling me in his lap,
lying on the bed,
hand holding ours,
his condition of destiny,
considering heart, telling me,
what to do but falling
for him,
caught me,
in his drunken state,
And tomorrow the culprit,
we will me
For serious crime of his
dishonoring his orders,
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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...
9 ~ Drug of a Kiss
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