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Aaahon pe baahon pe
raahon panaho pe
Aaahon pe baahon pe
saaho salaahon pe
MERE ISHQ PE HAQ HUA
TERA....
O Maahi O Maahi O Maahi O Maahi O Maahi O Maahi O Maahi O Maahi
LO MAIN QAYAMAT TAK HUA TERA....
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Today is our engagement,As I sit here, adorned in a stunning cream-colored sharara, I can't help but feel a sense of enchantment wash over me.
The intricate details of the dress complement my features exquisitely, enhancing my natural beauty with each delicate stitch.
As I prepared myself for the momentous occasion, Samiha entered my room with an infectious energy that lit up the space.
Her eyes traveled from the top of my head down to my attire, and with each glance, her excitement seemed to intensify.
Bursting with joy, she exclaimed, "Oh my God, you're getting engaged! I am absolutely thrilled for you!" Her voice resonated with immense happiness, filling the room with a palpable sense of celebration.
As I made my entrance into the engagement hall, a hush fell over the room as the lights dimmed and the spotlight illuminated the stage.
With each step forward, I could feel the anticipation building in the air, my heart pounding, my palm sweat.
And then, as I lifted my gaze, my eyes locked with his, and time seemed to stand still.
His mesmerizing pair of brown eyes held me captive, leaving me speechless and breathless.
Clad in a cream Jodhpuri suit that accentuated his every feature, he exuded an aura of undeniable charm and elegance.
It was as if the outfit had been tailor-made specifically for him, perfectly complementing his stature and style.
With each beat of my heart, I felt drawn to him, unable to tear my gaze away from his captivating presence.
In that poignant moment, a profound sense of certainty washed over me, enveloping me in a feeling of absolute rightness.
It was as though the universe had orchestrated this encounter, guiding us together as if it were destined to be.
Every fiber of my being resonated with the belief that this moment was not mere happenstance, but rather a fulfillment of our shared destiny.
As I approached the stage, he extended his hand with a gentlemanly grace, and I hesitantly placed my trembling hand in his.
As our hands met, the sensation felt strangely familiar, despite it being our first touch.
It should have felt foreign, yet it evoked memories of another, of MR. AJNABEE.
His presence lingered in my mind, casting a shadow over this momentous occasion, reminding me of a connection that I couldn't quite shake.
In that fleeting touch, an electric current seemed to pass between us, yet our eyes remained locked in a silent exchange, refusing to stray from one another.
Suddenly, as if on cue, the dim lights of the hall gave way to a luminous glow, enveloping the space in a radiant ambiance.
It was as though the entire atmosphere had transformed, casting a spell of enchantment upon us.
With a gentle release, we reluctantly tore our gazes away from each other, momentarily captivated by the newfound splendor surrounding us.
As we settled onto the stage, the proximity between us only seemed to intensify the rapid beating of my heart.
Moments later, we rose to exchange rings, and as he delicately slid the beautiful ring onto my finger, a wave of realization washed over me.
I was now officially his fiancée, bound to him by this symbol of commitment.
A nagging thought crept into my mind. Could it be possible that he is my MR. AJNABEE?
The connection between us felt inexplicably familiar, evoking the same fluttering of butterflies in my stomach that I experienced with MR. AJNABEE.
Lost in contemplation, I momentarily forgot make him wear the ring.
He gently extended his hand towards me that I snapped back to the present, realizing my oversight.
Taking the ring from its box, I grasped his hand, my fingers trembling slightly as I carefully slid the ring onto his finger.
But as our hands touched, a surge of emotions overwhelmed me, causing my heart to race uncontrollably.
Without fully understanding why, I quickly released his hand, needing to distance myself for a moment to calm the tumultuous feelings stirring within me.
After exchanging rings, the moment for the photoshoot arrived, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness.
As we stood poised for the camera, the photographer requested him to place his hand on my waist.
However, to my surprise and relief, he sensed my discomfort and refrained from doing so. Instead, he subtly adjusted his stance, making it appear as though his hand rested on my waist while keeping a respectful distance.
His considerate gesture not only put me at ease but also garnered my utmost respect.
Together, we gracefully navigated through the photoshoot, politely excusing ourselves from certain poses that felt too intimate, ensuring our comfort and dignity remained intact.
We made our way to the dining area, but my mind remained restless, consumed by thoughts of my MR. AJNABEE.
Despite the opportunity for conversation, neither of us spoke, and the weight of unspoken words hung heavily in the air.
As we ate, our eyes met once more, but this time, they conveyed a different message, a silent promise of understanding and connection.
Yet, while his eyes brimmed with emotion, mine remained impassive, unable to reciprocate in kind.
Eventually, amma intervened, breaking the silent exchange and urging me to depart with her as the hour grew late.
Finishing my meal in silence, I exited the dining area and settled into the car, closing my eyes to reflect on the whirlwind of emotions that had unfolded throughout the day.
Returning home, I relieved myself of the day's trappings, shedding my makeup and slipping into comfortable attire.
As I settled into bed, I couldn't shake the persistent thoughts of MR. AJNABEE, his memory lingering despite the tangible symbol of my engagement ring adorning my finger.
Reaching for his watch, I held it close to my heart, seeking solace in its familiar presence.
Eventually, the weight of the day's emotions overtook me, and I succumbed to the embrace of sleep, hoping to find clarity and peace in its embrace.
Yaar ab bss kar ghar ja taiyar ho aaj teri engagement hai aur tu abhi bhi yahan baitha hai,
Dekh Bhai kaam toh hota rahega agar tu time se nahi pahucha na toh dekh teri hone wali fiance teri hone se pehle hi bhaag jayegi.
Haan jaraha hun, obviously it's Ayaan telling me to go for the hundredth time now.
Dressed in a meticulously tailored cream-colored Jodhpuri suit, designed specifically for the occasion, I made my way to the engagement hall with a sense of anticipation coursing through me. Upon arrival, however, I noticed that she had yet to make her appearance.
Undeterred, I ascended the stage, taking a moment to compose myself and settle into the surroundings, awaiting her arrival with a mixture of excitement and patience.
As I engaged in conversation with Ayaan, the lights in the hall dimmed, heralding her arrival. In that moment, she appeared, ethereal and breathtakingly beautiful, adorned in a sharara that perfectly complemented my suit, enhancing the allure of our pairing.
Our eyes met as she gracefully made her way towards the stage, and in that instant, time seemed to stand still. As she drew nearer, I extended my hand in a gesture of chivalry, and her soft, delicate hand met my own with a gentle touch that sent a thrill through me.
The sensation of her fingers interlacing with mine felt strangely familiar, as if it wasn't our first encounter with touch. It stirred memories of MISS RAJD... no, I refused to let my mind wander down that path.
This moment was about her, about us, and I was determined to cherish it without the intrusion of past memories.
Despite the commotion around us, our gaze remained locked, unwilling to break the magnetic connection between us.
Suddenly, the lights flooded the hall once more, illuminating the space in all its splendor.
But as the spell was momentarily broken by the intrusion of brightness, I couldn't help but curse the interruption, longing for the uninterrupted exchange of our enraptured gazes.
As I gently held her trembling hands in mine, sliding the ring onto her finger, a surge of possessiveness washed over me.
In that moment, she became mine, and I was ready to dedicate myself entirely to her.
However, as we waited for her to reciprocate the gesture, it became evident that she was lost in her own thoughts.
Taking the initiative, I extended my hand towards her, prompting her to snap out of her reverie, she took hold of my hand, slipping the simple yet elegant ring onto my finger, sealing our commitment in a moment of shared intimacy.
After that photoshoot session starts,during the photo shoot session, the photographer directed me to place my hands on her waist.
However, as I observed her subtle discomfort, I made a conscious decision to prioritize her comfort above all else. Instead of firmly holding her waist as instructed, I positioned my hands just behind her, ensuring a respectful distance while still maintaining the appearance for the photos.
Once the session concluded, we gracefully made our way to the dining area,As we sat in close proximity, a tangible silence settled between us, neither of us daring to initiate conversation.
Instead, our eyes met in a silent exchange, where I conveyed my deepest promises through the sincerity of my gaze.
With each glance, I pledged to love her unconditionally, to cherish her, and to stand by her side through every trial and triumph.
Yet, as I poured my heart into the silent vow, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease as her eyes remained emotionless, devoid of any reciprocation.
Despite my earnest intentions, her impassive gaze left me questioning whether my promises had reached her heart.
Our silent exchange was abruptly interrupted as Mrs. Zubair approached, asking her to get in parking area to head towards home.
Without a word, she complied, leaving me to ponder the unsettling silence that lingered in her wake.
Completing her meal without s a glance in my direction, she departed, leaving me to grapple with the turmoil of my own thoughts and conscience in the lonely hours of the night.
Lying on my bed, I replayed the events of the day in my mind, particularly her newfound status as my fiancée and the enigma of her emotionless eyes.
As I removed my hand from my forehead, my gaze fell upon the ring she had placed on my finger, a tangible reminder of our impending union.
Questions flooded my mind relentlessly. Was she truly ready for marriage? Did she harbor feelings for someone else? Was she perhaps being coerced into this union?.
The mere thought of her being in love with another sent panic coursing through me.
Despite my lingering crush on her, the idea of losing her was unbearable.
Yet, amidst the whirlwind of uncertainty, Mrs. Zubair's assurance that the marriage was willingly agreed upon by her brought a semblance of calm to my racing thoughts.
It was a small comfort in the midst of my swirling doubt.
After some time, exhaustion finally overtook me, and I succumbed to the embrace of sleep, seeking refuge from the relentless questions and doubts that plagued my mind.
Ohh so Shayan ko crush hai hamari aayat pe par...............
Aayat toh abhi bhi apne MR AJNABEE ko nahi bhuli jo ab uska fiance hai 😉
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