Mehr-o-mah (The Sun and the M...

By khwabeeda_afsane08

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Zill-e-qamar, a 22-year-old girl with a heart full of hope, yearns for the day when her true love will come a... More

AN
character sketches ✨️
Introduction.
|Champ and chaandni |
| Storm |
| Dream and past |
|Muntazir |
| Sorrow and darkness |
|After 6 years |
|He is changed and her anger |
| His confession |
|Mizaji khuda |
| Outburst |
|Khula|
|The journey of healing|
|Reunion |
|ANGRY WOMEN |

| His destination |

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Aa likh du kuch tere bare mein,
Mujhe pata hai,...
Ke tu roz dhundti hai,
Khudko mere alfaazo mein!!

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"Tujhe kiya sunao mere rab tere samne mera haal hai...Tu raheem-o-kareem hai, mein iss zindagi ki rah me bhatak chuki hu. Mere khuda tu hi sabka palanhar hai, tu hi sabka masiiha hai. Mujhe sahi raasta dikha, saare raaste band ho chuke hai. Meri madad kar ya rabbul-aa lamin. Tu jaanta hai, ke mene kabhi kisi ka bura nahi chaha, to phir mene apni hi behen se uski mohabbat kese cheen li? Mujhe maaf kar ae mere rab, me gunahgar hu. Hame ek dusre ke haq me behtareen ata farmaa. Agar wo mere hai to mujhe mil jaaye aur nahi hai to mere dil se unke liye sare ehsasat hata de, mere dil se unke liye mohabbat mita de". As soon as she raised her hands in prayer while rising from prostration, she started crying in front of her Allah Almighty.

Her eyes fell outside the window and she saw that the weather was becoming very pleasant, she went and stood near the window. The sky is a soft shade of pink and orange as the sun begins to rise, casting a warm golden glow. The trees are adorned with delicate droplets that glimmer in the morning light. A light fog hovers above the ground, giving the scene a mystical feel. The air is chilly, but not freezing, crisp and invigorating. The distant chirping of birds can be heard. It's a serene and enchanting view that makes her feel grateful to witness such natural beauty. It's a peaceful view.

Her gaze stopped downwards. There was a small lawn below where there were some chairs and a small table placed in between them. She opened the door to go down to the lawn and...

She is in library now, appreciating the view. Her eyes fell on a book. As she was about to raise her hand to take out the book, someone had already taken out the book but not that one which she wants.

"Yeh lo" Forwarding the book towards her he said softly.

"Na..nahi mujhe wo wali chahiye thi". She told him pointing towards the book which she wants while a pout adorns her face and a frown arching.

"Abhi yeh wali padh lo" But Aftab being stubborn.

"Nahi, mujhe wahi wali padhni hai" She insist.

"Agar itna hi shaukh haii padhne ka toh, mujhe padh lo, mein bhi ek khuli kitaab ju. Aur badi hi mazedaar kahani hai iss kitaab mein". He takes one step forward while maintaining the eye contact.

"Mujhe kitaben padhna nahi pasand"

"Toh meri aankhe padh lo". He whispered huskily in her ears.

"Aa..aankhe padhna nahi aata mujhe"

"Lekin jhooth kehna bohot achhe se aata hai" Realising she is more impudent than him he told.

"Me jhooth nahi bolti"

"Dar lagta hai?" He again questioned.

"Kiska?"

"Dil ko kisi aur ke hawale karne ka".

She didn't have any answer. So, he continued.

"Ek kaam karo, tum apna dil mere paas rakh do. Me tumhare dil ko ese sambhaluga jese wo aik phool ho, jese wo mera mukaddar, mera wajood, Meri zindagi ho".

Ignoring him she turned but her leg twisted and he held her by her waist. Get closer to her and whispered.

"Yakeen mano tumhe sambhal kar rakhuga, kyuke tum bilkul kanch ki Gudiyaa jese ho. Agar tut gayi toh mein kaffara kese adaa karuga?"

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"Aajaye". She said as she heard a knocks the door.

"Assalamu alaikum, mera beta kesa hai?" Entering the room he happily greet her.

She runs towards him and hugged him tightly. As soon as he creased her head lovingly she started sobbing.

"Bas bas rote nahi". He tried to break the hug but she didn't leave him so he make her sit on the bed, she was still hugging him.

"Ba..baba, mein kese maan lu yeh....Mein unse mo...mohabbat nahi karti". She was saying while tears were flowing from her eyes and voice was breaking.

"Toh kya wo tumhara ho sakta hai jisse tum mohabbat karti ho?" He asked asd she looked at him while having mixed emotions in her orbs still wants to answer it as yes "Nahi ho sakta wo tumhara" but the reality is sad. He is not hers.

"Tumhe pata hai zavian kitna achha hai, wo tumhare liye perfect". With a small smile he said.

"Aur hamesha yeh baat yaad rakhna, ke woh behtar leke behtareen deta hai."
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Flashback

"Me marna chahta hu. Ye tanhai ab bardasht nahi hoti. Koi nahi samajhta, na hi me kisi ko bata sakta hu. Khud ko masroof rakh kar bhi din me do ghadi tanhai ke mil hi jate hai. Uss tanhai me mujhe, uss haadse ki cheekhen sunai deti hai....Aur jab iss tanhai se bhaagte bhaagte do pal ke liye so jau to wo...uski siskiyan pukarne lagti hai...me thak gaya hu...me....mujhe nahi jeena...me..me... marna chahta hu....marna chahta hu...". He was ranting in his painful, broken voice while tears were flowing from his eyes. So many emotions in his Turquoise orbs.

When he lift up hi head there was no one, the wall of smoke was disappeared in air so as his mother.

He wiped his tears harshly while standing up and started to walk. He don't have any idea where he was going, bas jahan qadam le jaa rahe the, wo chalta jaa raha tha.

He stops in front of his bedroom, the door was open so he entered. She was sleeping uncomfortably in her bridal dress.

He sat beside the bed while his hands were placed on his knees.

"Aaj chanda nahi aayi khwaab me. Aaj uski siskiyan bhi nahi sunayi di. Bohot mohabbat karta hu me usse, Haa yeh baat alag hai ke aaj tak usse dekha nahi. Diya tha ek mauka zindagi ne bhi usse dekhne ka, par me kya karta jab wo hi apni jhlak dikhlana nahi chahti. Me uske aasu pochna chahta tha, lekin shayad usse meri zarurat hi nahi thi. Me usse deserve hi nahi karta aur na hi tum mujhe deserve karti ho. Mujhe nahi pata me yeh sab tumse kyu keh raha hu, jabke tum sunn bhi nahi rahi. Bas esa lag raha hai ke mera dil halka ho gaya, bas tumse baat karna achha lag raha hai. Pehli baar zindagi me meri diary ke alawa kisi ne meri baat, mujhe bina toke suni. Haa, yeh baat alag hai ke tum abhi so rahi ho, warna tum bhi kisi se kam nahi ho. Gussa toh hamesha tumhari naak par chdha hua hota hai. Pata nahi zindagi kese guzregi."

He let out a cold a cold sigh.

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