Enjoy 😍
Vote Karo yrr aur comments bhi it will motivate me to give you'll chapter early
And follow me please follow karoooooo😩
Complete vote target on Fasana-E-Mohabbat because it's next chapter will be full of smut you'll love it soo jaldi jaldi pura karo vote target sirf 15 hi toh hai 😜
Aise Zaroori Ho Mujhko Tum
Jaise Hawayein Saason Ko
Aise Talaashoon Main Tumko
Jaise Ke Paer Zameeno Ko
Hasna Yaa Ronna Ho Mujhe
Pagal Sa Dhoondu Main Tumhe
Kal Mujhse Mohabbat Ho Na Ho
Kal Mujhko Ijaazat Ho Na Ho
Tootey Dil Ke Tukde Lekar
Tere Dar Pe Hi Reh Jaoonga
Main Phir Bhi Tumko Chaahunga
Iss Chahat Mein Marr Jaoongaa
Main Phir Bhi Tumko Chaahunga
💔💔💔❤️🩹💔💔💔
As I woke up, I went through my morning routine and got ready for university. It was my first day back after getting married, and I was eager to resume my studies.
As I was heading to the breakfast table, Shayan joined me and asked, "Are you ready for college?" I replied, "Yes, just grabbing my bag." When I reached the parking area, I noticed only one car, which belonged to Shayan.
He was standing nearby, so I approached him and asked, "Where's the driver, uncle?" He explained, "His health wasn't well, so he's off today."
Concerned, I asked, "How am I supposed to go then?" He offered, "If you don't mind, I'll drop you, and we can talk on the way." Without much thought, I agreed, "Okay, fine."
As we sat in the car, he asked, "So, which stream?" I replied, "Management, last year," to which he responded, "Event managing." "Oh, nice. All the best," he said, with a small smile. I thanked him.
"So, kaise dhundhengi aap aapne Mr. Ajnabee ko?" he asked.
"Pata nahi, shayad aaj woh mujhse phir takraye, aur agar is baar woh mujhse takra gaye na, toh unka chehra dekhe bina toh unhe mai jaane nahi dungi," I replied, looking out the window.
I turned to see his reaction, but he remained silent, focusing on the road.
Throughout the ride, there was silence until the car stopped. He said, "College aagaya," and I responded, "Oh, haan."
As I was about to leave, he asked, "Jab aap niklengi, toh ek baar mujhe call kar dena. I'll pick you up." I agreed, and he said, "Okay."
After our lectures were over, I headed to the canteen with Samiha. After spending some time there, she left for home, and I stepped out of college.
I called Shayan and said, "Hello, aap aajaiye, meri saare lectures hogaye hain." He replied that he would come in 20 minutes.
When he arrived, he opened the car door. I wanted to go to the mall because I needed to buy some dresses for myself.
So, I said to him, "Woh, actually, I want to go to the mall. Can we please go?" He replied, "Okay, fine."
As we browsed through the stores, he remained quiet, accompanying me wherever I went.
After some time, I selected a few dresses. As I finished my shopping, I said, "Done, chalein?"As I was about to pay for my purchases, he unexpectedly swiped his card.
The gesture caught me off guard, leaving me momentarily speechless. However, not wanting to create a scene, I chose to remain silent, albeit with a sense of surprise lingering in my mind.
He replied, "No need to thank me. You go ahead. I need to use the washroom."I nodded in agreement, "Okay."
As I stepped out, I witnessed a couple engaged in a heated argument.
To my surprise, the man grabbed the woman's hair and passionately kissed her, their emotions shifting from anger to affection.
It was a scene that made me blush uncontrollably. Just then, Shayan's voice snapped me out of my reverie. "Aayat, you're still here?" he queried.
Flustered, I stammered, "Um, yeah..." He simply shrugged it off, saying, "Okay, let's go. It's already evening." With that, we headed off together.
As we rode in the car, my mind was fixated on the couple we had seen earlier.
How effortlessly they transitioned from anger to affection, resolving their dispute with a kiss.
Lost in my thoughts, I was startled when Shayan called out, "Aayat, where are you lost?"
"No, nothing," I replied softly.
He then inquired, "So, how was your day?" I responded, "Good, aur aapka?" He simply replied, "Fine," and once again, silence settled between us.
However, a question started brewing in my mind.
The question lingered in my mind, and I mustered the courage to ask, "Kya aapko kabhi kisi se mohabbat hui hai?" He responded, "Haan, hui hai, beintehaa mohabbat."
His words stung, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of hurt. It was as though someone was taking away everything I held dear.
I asked, "Mohabbat aapke liye kya hai?" He paused, pondering for a moment before responding, "Matlab."
I persisted, seeking clarity, "Mohabbat aapke alfaz mein kya hai?"
"He uttered with a wide grin, his lips stretching into a broad smile, while his eyes gleamed with an unparalleled radiance."
Hmmmmm toh Mohabbat, mere liye, ek anokha ehsaas hai jo dil ko chhoo jaata hai.
Ye ek jazbaat ka gehra samundar hai jismein khushi, gham, umeed, aur vafaa ki leharain mil jaati hain.
Mohabbat mein dil ka dard aur sukoon dono milte hain.
Yeh ek aisi safar hai jismein do log apne zindagi ko ek saath jodkar chalte hain, har mushkil ko saath mein sehkar.
Mohabbat ek aisa rishta hai jo zamanat hai ke ham hamesha ek doosre ke saath honge, chahe khushi mein ya gham mein.
Mohabbat mere liye ek nazara hai jo zindagi ko roshan kar deta hai.
Mohabbat mein do dil ek ho jaate hain, ek doosre ki kadar aur izzat karte hue.
Yeh ek anokha safar hai jismein sukh aur dukh, muskurahat aur aansu, sab mil kar ek khoobsurat kahani bunate hain.
Mohabbat mein samajh aur aitbaar ka rishta banta hai, jo hamesha saath nibhane ki kasam khaata hai.
Mohabbat, mere liye, zindagi ka sabse khoobsurat tohfa hai.
Mohabbat kisi ki Mohtaj nahi hoti woh toh bss hojati hai kahan, kaise, kise, kyu yeh sab nahi samjha aata jab mohabbat hoti hai.
Mohabbat sabse paak rishta hai mere liye jo meri ruh mai bss chuki hai aur abb kabhi nahi nikal sakti. Toh yeh hai mohabbat mere alfaz main.
As he finished speaking, I was stunned, unable to find the right words.
It was inconceivable that the same man who appeared so cold and arrogant to the world could harbor such a soft heart, could prioritize love to this extent.
After pondering over this realization, I finally managed to say, "Jo bhi ladki aapki zindagi mein aayegi, woh bahut khushnaseeb hogi."
He whispered something I couldn't quite catch, prompting me to inquire, "Kon hai woh jisse aap itni mohabbat karte hain?"
Without giving me an answer, he simply said, "Ghar agaya," and went inside without waiting for me.
I wondered why he didn't respond to my question about the girl he loves.
As I pondered over his mysterious response, a knock came on the window. It was the watchman uncle, asking me to park the car.
I nodded and left the car, entering the house. However, I couldn't find him anywhere inside.
I searched every room, but he was nowhere to be found.
Feeling perplexed, I decided to head towards the terrace, hoping to find him there.
As I reached the terrace, I found him leaning against the wall.
I gathered the courage to confront him about his response to my question. "Aapne mere sawal ka jawab nahi diya," I said. He seemed puzzled, asking, "Konsa sawaal?" I reiterated, "Wahi ki aap kise mohabbat karte hain."
His response hit me like a ton of bricks. "Aapko kya, main kisise mohabbat karta hun ya nahi? Aap toh waise bhi kuch din baad aapne MR. AJNABEE ke pass chali jayengi na," he retorted sharply.
Feeling hurt and overwhelmed, I whispered a soft "sorry" and left from there, tears streaming down my cheeks.
After returning to my room, I collapsed onto the bed and let my tears flow freely.
I couldn't understand why his words hurt me so deeply.
I had been the one to caution against attachment, yet now that he echoed those sentiments, it pierced through me.
Trying to make sense of my emotions, I cried silently until exhaustion overtook me.
I vaguely registered the sound of the door opening and closing, he came in front of me and was saying something i couldn't able to hear , I was too drained to even lift my head to look.
As I opened my eyes, I saw her already preparing for the day. It had become a routine now.
Once she left the room, I made my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
After freshening up, I headed to the dining area. Today, since the driver was on leave, I asked Aayat to grab her bag.
When she arrived, I informed her about the driver's absence and mentioned that I would be dropping her off today.
As we sat in the car, I inquired about her subjects, and she seemed quite interested as she was studying event management.
I wished her all the best, and she replied with a small "thank you."
After a while, I asked, "So, kaise dhundhengi aap aapne Mr. Ajnabee ko?"
She replied with a sad face, "Pata nahi, shayad aaj woh mujhse phir takraye, aur agar is baar woh mujhse takra gaye na, toh unka chehra dekhe bina toh unhe mai jaane nahi dungi."
Her words stirred jealousy within me. Pata nahi woh kon kamina tha usse meri aayat se hi takrana tha, Gripping the steering wheel tight, I focused on the road, my mind consumed with these thoughts.
Throughout the entire ride, I remained silent, lost in my thoughts. When we reached her college, a familiar sensation stirred within me.
No, this isn't about that encounter with
MISS RAJDHANI EXPRESS. This is about my wife's college, and I'm here to drop her off.
I need to focus on that.
As she was about to leave, I reminded her to call me once her lecture was over. She nodded in agreement, and I watched her walk away before driving off.
It was already 6 in the evening, and I had wrapped up all my meetings.
When I saw "Begum Sahiba" flashing on my phone, I picked up, and a soft voice greeted me, "Hello, aap aajaiye, meri saare lectures hogaye hain." I replied, "Ok, I'll be there."
Upon reaching, she joined me in the passenger seat and expressed her desire to go to the mall.
Without hesitation, I agreed, cherishing the opportunity to spend more time with her.
As we reached the mall, I watched her browse through some clothes, noticing that she wasn't like other girls who browse through dozens of dresses but only buy a few.
She selected a few dresses and headed to the trial room.
Meanwhile, a beautiful red saree caught my eye, and I imagined how stunning she would look in it.
I decided in that moment that I would give it to her when I confessed my love, if fate allowed me to keep her forever.
I also remembered the bracelet I wanted to give her on our first night, but couldn't.
I asked the salesman to pack the saree separately and agreed to bill it differently.
Before she could pay, I swiped my card without saying anything.
She looked at me, as if about to speak, but I quickly said, "No need to thank me.
You go ahead. I need to use the washroom." She left without saying anything, which was a first.
After she left, I asked the store owner to deliver the saree to my office.
Seeing her lost in her own thoughts, I called out, "Aayat, you're still here?" She replied, "Um, yeah..." Leaving it at that, I said, "Okay, let's go. It's already evening."
Aayat, where are you lost?" I asked, noticing her distracted expression. She replied, "No, nothing."
After a moment, I tried to start a conversation, "So, how was your day?" She responded with a simple, "Good, aur aapka?" I replied, "Fine," and once again, silence filled the space between us.
She asked me a question, "Kya aapko kabhi kisi se mohabbat hui hai?"
Every fiber of my being wanted to scream, "Mai aapse mohabbat karta hun, bepanah beintehaa mohabbat,"
but I composed myself and replied, "Haan, hui hai, beintehaa mohabbat." Her silence afterward left me in turmoil.
After some time, she asked, "Mohabbat aapke liye kya hai?" I felt a rush of emotions, but I tried to maintain my composure as I asked, "Matlab?" She clarified, "Mohabbat aapke alfaz mein kya hai?" Her words stirred a desire in me to express my love to her passionately, but I held back. "Mohabbat mere liye kya hai aur mere alfaz mein kya hai," I said a whole lot thing about what is mohabbat to me.
She responded after sometime, "Jo bhi ladki aapki zindagi mein aayegi, woh bahut khushnaseeb hogi,"
It ignited a longing in me to kiss her and confess my immense love, but I restrained myself, choosing silence instead.
"And she said, 'Kon hai woh jisse aap itni mohabbat karte hain?'" Her question ignited a storm of emotions within me,
urging me to pull her close and kiss her until we both were breathless and senseless
However, I resisted the urge and remained silent.
As we reached home, I couldn't face her, so I headed directly towards the terrace to find solace and calm my racing mind and heart.
"After some time, she approached me, saying, 'Aapne mere sawal ka jawab nahi diya.' I feigned confusion, asking, 'Konsa sawaal?' She replied, 'Wahi ki aap kise mohabbat karte hain.'
Unable to control my emotions, I responded with anger, 'Aapko kya, main kisise mohabbat karta hun ya nahi? Aap toh waise bhi kuch din baad aapne
MR. AJNABEE ke pass chali jayengi na.'
As hurt flashed across her face, she whispered a sorry and left.
Regret flooded me as I realized I shouldn't have lashed out at her.
But my anger consumes me, leaving me wondering how she can be with me yet so distant emotionally."
"After some time, I retreated to my room, only to be greeted by a heart-wrenching sight.
Her face was stained with dried tears. Witnessing her pain, tears welled up in my own eyes.
I whispered softly, 'Aap hi hain woh jisse mai mohabbat karta hun, meri jaan, meri begum sahiba.
Mera sab kuch, mai aapse bepanah, beintehaa, aur beshumar mohabbat karta hun.'
With those words lingering in the air, I fell asleep after stealing a few more glances at her.
The mohabbat has my whole heart, i showed it to my friend and she was literally crying and you know what she said "tu toh kabhi relationship Mai bhi nahi aai phir aise kaise likh diya"❤️
And it's true now i am going to be 17 but still not been in a single relationship not even male friends i have 😂
Next chapter will be most awaited chapter so vote target 🎯 is 20 votes jitne jaldi pura utna jaldi chapter 😊
How's the chapter 😊
Hope you like it ☺️
Do vote and follow me ❤️
Grace me with your precious comments ❤️
Thank you 😊
See you next time mine's ❤️