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Dil ki daali me kaliyaa khilane lagi
Jab nigaahe nigaaho se milane lagi
Dil ki daali me kaliyaa khilane lagi
Jab nigaahe nigaaho se milane lagi
Ek din is tarah hosh kho jaaege
Paas aaege madahosh ho jaaege
Maine sochaa na thaa
Ek din aap yu hamako mil jaaege
Phul hi phul raaho me khil jaaege
Maine sochaa na thaa
Jagamagaati hui chandani raat hai
Raat hai yaa sitaaro ki baaraat hai
Jagamagaati hui chandani raat hai
Raat hai yaa sitaaro ki baaraat hai
Ek din dil ki raaho me apane liye
Jal uthege mohabbat ke itane diye
Maine sochaa na thaa
Ek din zindagi itni hogi hasi
Jhumegaa aasamaa gaaegi ye zami
Maine sochaa na thaa
Ek din aap yu hamako mil jaaege
Phul hi phul raaho me khil jaaege
Maine sochaa na thaa
Maine sochaa na thaa
Maine sochaa na thaa
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When I woke up today, my head was throbbing from crying. With effort, I sat up and glanced around, but he was nowhere to be found. "Aaj toh Sunday hai, phir kaha Gaye," I wondered aloud.
I made my way to the bathroom, freshened up, and returned to sit on the bed. Dialing Samiha's number, I greeted her and asked, "Hii, kaisi hai?"
"Thik tu bata," she replied.
"Thik," I responded, then hesitated before continuing, "Ek baat bolun, 2 mahine ho abhi Tak mujhe MR. AJNABEE nahi mile.
Thinking about yesterday night incident i said,Mai yahan se aaj chali jati hun. Kam se kam Shayan ko toh takleef nahi hogi, aur woh bhi apni life mai move on kar payenge.
Itna toh mai unko janti hun ki woh ek bahut acche insaan hai aur bahut caring, ki kisi ko bhi unse pyaar hojaye."
Samiha retorted, "Dekh tune abhi kya bola ki kisi ko bhi unse pyaar hojaye, phir tu bhi unhe ek chance de na yrr.
Kab tak ek aise insaan ke pichhe rahegi jisi existence ki bhi surety nahi hai?"
I admitted, "Maine bahut koshish ki par nahi horaha mujhse woh nahi jarahe mere dil dimag se. Mai kya karun?"
"Rahi baat iss rishte ko ek try dene ki toh dekh, Samiha. Mai koi aise rishte mai nahi reh sakti jismai feelings na hon aur jisse samne Wale ko bhi takleef ho aur mujhe bhi.
Aur agar mai puri tareke se accept nahi kar paungi toh kya fayda," I explained.
Ek baat bolun bura toh nahi maanegi , i replied Haan yrr bolna , she said yeh Jo tune mujhe abhi bola nahi ki tu
MR.AJNABEE ko bhul nahi pa Rahi hai yeh tu nahi Tera dimag bol raha hai, warna tu mujhe ek baat bata tu kyu Shayan jiju baare main itna kyu soch rahi hai , as i listen to her my tongue twist I said ai..sa ku..ch n..a..hi h..ai
she said frustratedly you know what mai Allah paak se dua karungi ki tujhe time pe samjh ajaye ki tu Shayan jiju se kitni mohabbat karti hai as i was going to reply
she cut me off and said "Thik hai, mai tujhe jaanti hun ki tu apni baat manwane ke liye kuch bhi kar Sakti hai. Toh kya socha hai tune?" she asked.
"Mai aaj raat ko yahan se nikal jaungi," I declared. She agreed, saying, "Thik hai mujhe bata dena, mai teri ticket arrange kardungi."
The entire day was consumed by thoughts of how to break the news to Shayan that I would be leaving.
However, an unfamiliar sensation began to stir within me-a desire not just to stay, but to remain by his side. "No, no, no, what am I thinking, Aayat?" I scolded myself internally.
"Argh, this Samiha has completely messed with my head. I shouldn't have even entertained the thought." And so, the day passed in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
As I glanced at the clock, it struck 9.As he entered i greated, "Asalamualaikum." He responded with a warm "Walikumassalam." "Mujhe aapse kuch baat karni hai," I said.
"Jii, boliye," he replied. "Pehle aap fresh ho jaiye phir baat karte hai," I suggested. After he freshened up, we had dinner together.
As we returned to our room, he asked, "Jii, boliye kya baat hai?"
"Woh, Maine yahan se jane ka faisla kiya hai.
Kal subah mai yahan se chali jau.........
With a loud voice, he interrupted, "Bss kijiye. Mai kya dikhta hun aapko jab marzi aap aajengi, jab marzi aap chali jayengi.
Ek baar yeh bolne se pehle mere baare mein nahi sochti ki mujhe kaise lagega. Bss mai yahan se chali jaungi, agar aisa tha toh mujhse nikkah kyu Kiya aapne.
Bss ek baar, ek baar main yeh umeed ki thi ki sukoon, mohabbat, care, yeh sab ab mujhe naseeb hoga, magar nahi, yeh akhir umeed bhi apne Tod di.
Mai kya karun? Ab mujhse yeh akela paan aur nahi saha jarah,Kya mai itna bura hun ki koi mujhse mohabbat nahi karta?" He said with tear on edge of his eyes and his eyes were red.
I tried to reach out to him, but he backed away. Nevertheless, I insisted, "A...ai..sa na..hi hai aap toh bhut acche hain.
Aap ko toh koi bhi mohabbat kare."
For the first time in our marriage, he reached out and held my shoulder. "Toh aap mujhse mohabbat kyu nahi kar sakti?" he asked, his voice tinged with hurt.
"Mai ka....ise," I struggled to respond, overwhelmed by emotion.
He burst into laughter and said, "Ohh, acha, aap toh aapne MR. AJNABEE se mohabbat kartin hai na?
Lekin aapko pata hai, jaise aap kisi se takrai aur aapko mohabbat hogai, waise hi mai bhi kisi se takraya tha.
MISS RAJDHANI EXPRESS se mujhe bhi mohabbat hui thi. Lekin phir bhi maine aapko priority di.
Yeh socha ki aap Meri Wife hain, toh aap mere liye Meri Humdard hain. Aur badle mai, Maine sirf yeh umeed ki thi ki aap mujhse mohabbat karen, magar nahi, aapki gadi toh abhi bhi 2 mahine pehle hi ruki hai."
In that moment, I realized that I had broken him. He was in so much pain, which I couldn't have imagined.
And I realized that I Love Him Beyond Measure. It's my mind that's not letting me accept my love for him.
But before I could utter a word, he continued, "Aapko pata hai, jab aapne mujhe hamari shaadi wali raat yeh kaha tha ki aap kisi aur se mohabbat kartin hai, toh mujhe aisa laga jaise kisi ne mera dil nikal diya ho,
listing to his words a sob left my mouth, but he continued ,Lekin phir bhi, maine aapki feelings ko respect kiya aur har koshish ki jisse aapko apni mohabbat miljaye
Mujhe laga shayad waqt ke saath saath aap mujhse mohabbat karne lagengi, magar nahi."
He continued, his frustration evident, "You know what? I hate myself. I hate my life. I just hate it," and he began throwing things around the room. I tried to intervene, pleading, "Please, please rukjaiye. Aapko lag Jaye gi," but he wasn't listening
Suddenly, he stopped, and I saw his eyes fixated on the floor. As I approached, I noticed MR. AJNABEE'S watch lying there, discarded among the scattered items from my purse.
I braced myself, expecting his anger to erupt at any moment.
He picked up the watch and inquired, "Yeh watch aapko kaha se mili?" I replied, "Woh, jab main MR. AJNABEE se dusri baar takri thi, tab yeh watch accidentally mere bag mein gir gayi thi."
I awaited his reaction anxiously, but instead of anger, he gently held my shoulder and examined me from head to toe with a smile.
Taking my hand, he said, "Come, sit on the bed." Confused, I hesitated, "Lekin aap mujhe bataiye kya hua?"
He replied, "Ab mai aapse jo bhi puchunga, uska jawab sirf 'Haan' ya 'Na' mai dena, ok?" I agreed, saying, "Haan," though I didn't understand what was happening.
"Acha toh aap pehli baar apne
MR. AJNABEE se aapke college ke corridor mein takri thi?" I nodded, saying "Haan."
He continued, "Dusri baar mall mein washroom area ke pass?" Again, I replied with a "Haan."
Then he asked, "Aur teesri baar Samiha ke cousin ki shadi mein?" With a shaky voice, I confirmed, "Haan."
Feeling overwhelmed with anticipation and uncertainty, I pleaded, "Please, please mujhe bataiye, kya mai jo soch rahi hu, kya woh sach hai? Please, please, Me... Mera dil phata jaraha hai, please."
His response was a simple "Haan," but those words filled my heart with a mix of relief and joy. He confirmed, "Main hi hun aapka MR. AJNABEE."
Unable to contain our emotions any longer, we embraced each other tightly.
It felt like an eternity, yet no amount of time could ever be enough. In that moment, we both knew that we couldn't stay apart.
We were meant to be together forever. Nothing and no one could ever come between us.
As we broke the hug, we leaned in, joining our foreheads and intertwining our hands. In unison, we whispered, "MAI AAPSE MOHABBAT KARTI/KARTA HUN," and burst into laughter.
Our eyes locked in an intense gaze, tears streaming down our cheeks, yet our connection remained unbroken.
It was as if time stood still, enveloping us in a moment of pure, unadulterated love and understanding.
I could see the frown on his forehead, knowing exactly what he was thinking. He was pondering over the fact that I had said 'I love you' because I now knew he was MR. AJNABEE.
To dispel that thought, I gently removed my hand and cupped his face, saying,
"Jaisa aap soch rahe hain, aisa kuch nahi hai.
Mai aaj apni izhar-e-mohabbat karte huye yeh kehti hun ki
MR. SHAYAN HUZAIF KHAN,mai aapse mohabbat karti hun, itna jitna aapse koi nahi kar sakta."
meri mohabbat aapke liye ek raaz se bhari kahani hai, jise shayad maine kabhi khud bhi samjha nahi.
Wo pal jab maine aapko pehli baar dekha, mere dil mein ek ajeeb si dhadkan si uthi, jaise koi naya jahan mujhe bula raha ho, lekin mere dimag ne yeh maane mai thodi der laga di.
Mere liye, meri puri duniya aap hain.
Mere liye, meri pehli aur akhri priority aap hain.
Ab aap ke bina ek pal bhi mujhe gawara nahi.
Meri wajah se aapko jitni takleef hui hai, mai un sabko aapni mohabbat se mita dungi.
Meri har saans pe aapka naam hai, aur sirf aur sirf aapka haq hai. Samjhe?"
He kept his hand on mine, still cupping his face, and said,
"Mujhe bahut gussa aata hai, aur kuch bhi samajh nahi aata. Mai kuch bhi bol deta hun." I reassured him, "Mai sambhal lungi."
He continued, "Mai bahut nakhre dikhata hun." To which I replied confidently, "Mai utha lungi."
He expressed, "Mai bahut possessive hu, had se zyada." Without hesitation, I responded, "Mai sirf aapki hun."
He said, "Mai bilkul bache jaisa hun, bhut jaldi hurt ho jata hun." I replied reassuringly, "Mai mana lungi aapko, MERA BACCHA."
He looked at me, tears still flowing, and stuttered, "K...kya b...o...la aapne?"
Removing one hand from his face, I ran my fingers through his hair, whispering, "MERA BACCHA." His sobs intensified, and unable to contain my own emotions, tears welled up in my eyes.
Despite this, I continued to caress his hair. He choked out, "A..aap m..u..j...he ka..b..hi c..hod ke to..h na..hi jaog..e na?"
I shook my head vigorously, affirming, "Kabhi nahi, kabhi bhi nahi. Aap bologe tab bhi nahi."
He said, "Kyu...kyun ki ag...ar aap mujhe c.ho..dke ga..ye toh mai marr........."
Quickly placed my hand over his mouth, cutting him off, and said firmly, "Kya bakwas baat kar rahe hain aap? Abhi toh hum asal mein mile hai, aisi baatein mat kijiye."
He gently removed my hand from his mouth and whispered, "Sorry."
As we joined our foreheads and intertwined our hands, I mustered the courage to ask him, "Aapko Mujhse Kab Mohabbat Hui?" He began to speak, pouring out a torrent of emotions and memories, each word hitting me deep in my heart. As he spoke, the words
"MERI JAAN" rolled off his tongue, enveloping me in a warmth unlike any other.
It was as if those words held the essence of everything I had ever longed for, a sentiment I had yearned to hear throughout my entire existence.
Unable to contain the overwhelming rush of feelings, I wrapped my arms around him tightly.
As we parted from our hug, I gently wiped away his tears, only to see more streaming down his face. Softly, I inquired, "Kya hua mera baccha?" Between hiccups, he struggled to speak, "Aaj Tak ki..si ne me..re a..n..su na..hi po..che koi n..a..hi tha."
Cupping his face in my hands, I planted a kiss on his forehead, marking the first of its kind between us.
I watched as he closed his eyes, so I continued,
placing pecks on both his eyes,
then his cheeks,
his nose,
and finally, his chin.
Wiping his tears away, I reassured him, "Abb mai hu na, bss kijiye chup hojaiye, shh." A smile graced his lips and in a beautiful exchange of affection, he reciprocated, his lips tracing each part of my face.
In that moment, a wave of indescribable emotion washed over me, filling me with a newfound sense of joy and belonging that I longed to cherish for eternity.
as I glanced at the clock, realizing it was already 1:30 in the night. "Chaliye, sojaiye, bhut late hogaya hai," I suggested.
As he began to rise, I instinctively held onto his hand, asking softly, "Kahan ja rahe hain aap?" He replied, "Sofe pe sone." "Yah... yahan so..jai..ye," I stuttered, overwhelmed by the moment. "Sacchi?" he questioned, to which I simply hummed in response.
With that, he lay down beside me, and we faced each other, our hands intertwined as sleep consumed me .
As the sun made its appearance, I found myself awake before her. Quietly approaching her, I observed her peaceful slumber, her beautiful hair cascading over her face.
With gentle fingers, I brushed aside the strands, drawn to the urge to kiss her forehead.
However, a sudden realization halted me in my tracks, and I withdrew, running a hand through my face in contemplation.
"Aap sote waqt bhi mujhe madhosh karne ki takat rakhtin hain, MERI JAAN," I whispered softly before retreating to the bathroom to prepare for the day ahead at the office.
As I stepped into the office, a sense of unease lingered, as though impending trouble loomed on the horizon.
Pushing aside the unsettling feeling, I delved into the day's tasks, focusing on the scheduled meetings.
However, as news about Ansari reached me, my blood simmered with anger. Taking a deep breath, I composed myself and immersed in my work.
Hours passed swiftly, and before I knew it, it was already 8 in the evening. Wrapping up my tasks, I made my way home, eager to leave the day's tensions behind.
As I stepped into the room, she greeted me with "Asalamualaikum." I returned the greeting with a "Walikumassalam." She mentioned wanting to talk, but suggested I freshen up first.
With a curious mind, I agreed and headed to the bathroom, pondering over what she might want to discuss.
The anticipation only grew stronger as I washed up. After dinner, we returned to the room, ready for the awaited conversation.
I listened to her words, feeling a storm of emotions raging within me.
When she mentioned her decision to leave, I couldn't contain my reaction. With a raised voice, I interrupted her, expressing my disbelief and hurt.
"Bss kijiye. How dare she is she the only one in this relationship I have no rights to even take such important step or to even know about thinking about this," I exclaimed, my frustration pouring out.
As I continued, my words reflected my sense of betrayal and despair. "Mai kya dikhta hun aapko jab marzi aap aajengi, jab marzi aap chali jayengi. Ek baar yeh bolne se pehle mere baare mein nahi sochti ki mujhe kaise lagega.
Bss mai yahan se chali jaungi, agar aisa tha toh mujhse nikkah kyu Kiya aapne. Bss ek baar, ek baar main yeh umeed ki thi ki sukoon, mohabbat, care, yeh sab ab mujhe naseeb hoga, magar nahi, yeh akhir umeed bhi apne Tod di.
Mai kya karun? Kya mai itna bura hun ki koi mujhse mohabbat nahi karta?" I poured out my heart, feeling the weight of rejection crushing me.
When she attempted to reassure me, I recoiled, unable to accept her comforting words. "A...ai..sa na..hi hai aap toh bhut acche hain. Aap ko toh koi bhi mohabbat kare," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. Despite my pain, I couldn't bring myself to unleash my anger on her.
Instead, I reached out and held her shoulder, seeking some solace in her presence. "Toh aap mujhse mohabbat kyu nahi kar sakti?" I questioned, my voice tinged with desperation.
As she struggled to respond, I could sense the turmoil within her. "Mai ka....ise," she began, her words trailing off, unable to fully articulate her feelings.
As laughter escaped my lips, masking the pain gnawing at my heart, I found myself grappling with a tumult of emotions. "Ohh, acha, aap toh aapne MR. AJNABEE se mohabbat kartin hai na?" I chuckled bitterly, unable to contain my hurt.
But despite the turmoil within me, I felt compelled to express myself fully.
"Lekin aapko pata hai, jaise aap kisi se takrai aur aapko mohabbat hogai, waise hi mai bhi kisi se takraya tha.
MISS RAJDHANI EXPRESS se mujhe bhi mohabbat hui thi," I continued, my voice tinged with sorrow.
Yet, amidst the pain of unrequited love, I couldn't help but acknowledge the depth of my feelings. "Lekin phir bhi maine aapko priority di. Yeh socha ki aa
Meri Wife hain, toh aap mere liye
Meri Humdard hain.
Aur badle mai, Maine sirf yeh umeed ki thi ki aap mujhse mohabbat karen, magar nahi, aapki gadi toh abhi bhi 2 mahine pehle hi ruki hai."
Each word I uttered was laced with the bitter sting of disappointment, a stark reminder of the unfulfilled promises of love.
"Every fiber of my being ached with a searing, consuming rage. "You know what? I hate myself. I hate my life. I just hate it," I spat out, and started each word punctuated by the raw anguish of a heart left shattered by the cruel hand of fate.
As my fury subsided, my eyes fell upon the watch, a precious relic of my parents' memory, lost and found in the tumult of emotions.
With trembling hands, I picked it up and asked, "Yeh watch aapko kaha se mili?" Her voice trembled as she replied, "Woh, jab main Mr. Ajnabee se dusri baar takri thi, tab yeh watch accidentally mere bag mein gir gayi thi."
In that moment, clarity washed over me like a tide, revealing the truth I had been blind to: she was
my MISS RAJDHANI EXPRESS, my wife, my first love, and my last. With a newfound sense of peace, I reached out and gently held her shoulder, my gaze traveling from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes, filled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love.
I held her hand gently as she sat on the bed, a mix of anticipation and anxiety painted across her face. "Ab mai aapse jo bhi puchunga, uska jawab sirf 'Haan' ya 'Na' mai dena, ok?" I asked, knowing that her response would confirm what my heart already knew-that she was my MISS RAJDHANI EXPRESS, and I am, her MR. AJNABEE.
"Acha, toh aap pehli baar apne MR. AJNABEE se aapke college ke corridor mein takri thi?" I inquired, my heart racing with hope. Her simple "Haan" filled me with an overwhelming sense of joy, but I composed myself to continue.
"Dusri baar mall mein washroom area ke pass?" I asked, my voice trembling with anticipation. Again, her response was a soft "Haan," sending waves of relief coursing through me.
Finally, I asked the last question, my heart pounding in my chest. "Aur teesri baar Samiha ke cousin ki shadi mein?" I inquired, to hear her answer. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she whispered, "Haan," her voice quivering with emotion.
Feeling a surge of emotions, she pleaded with me, "Please, please mujhe bataiye, kya mai jo soch rahi hu, kya woh sach hai? Please, please, Me... Mera dil phata jaraha hai, please."
With tears welling up in my own eyes, I took a deep breath and replied softly, "Haan, main hi hun aapka
MR. AJNABEE." In that moment, our hearts finally found solace in the truth, binding us together in a love that transcended time and space.
I really don't know who lean in first but we are in tight embrace,In an embrace born of a long-awaited revelation, we found ourselves drawn to each other, our bodies intertwining as if guided by an unseen force.
In that moment, a sense of completeness washed over me, as if my soul had finally awakened from a long slumber.
Every fiber of my being resonated with a newfound peace, every heartbeat syncing with the rhythm of our shared affection.
Lost in the embrace of our love, time seemed to stand still, allowing us to savor the precious moments of connection that had eluded us for so long.
As our embrace ended, we leaned in, our foreheads touching and our hands entwined, and together we whispered, "MAI AAPSE MOHABBAT KARTA/KARTI HUN." A wave of laughter erupted between us, mingled with a sense of unexpected joy.
In that moment, I realized that her confession was not prompted by my identity as Shayan, her husband, but rather by the revelation that I was her MR. AJNABEE, her long-awaited soulmate.
To my surprise she sense my thoughts, with her hand resting on my cheek, her touch conveyed a warmth that enveloped my soul, quieting the turmoil of my thoughts.
Her words washed over me like a soothing balm, calming the storm raging within. It was as if a dam had burst within me, flooding my heart with a torrent of love, care, and tranquility.
Her confession resonated deep within my soul, igniting a flame of affection that burned brighter than anything I had ever known.
In that moment, I felt truly cherished, knowing that I held the key to her heart. Her words echoed in my mind, each syllable carrying the weight of her unwavering devotion.
She had become my everything, the center of my universe, and I knew with certainty that I could never bear to be without her.
Her promise to alleviate my pain with her love filled me with a sense of profound gratitude.
Every breath I took seemed to carry her name, a testament to the depth of our connection.
In her embrace, I found solace, understanding, and a love that transcended all barriers.
With tears of joy in my eyes, my heart overflowing with love for the woman who had captured my soul so completely.
This moment, this confession, would forever be etched in my memory as the beginning of a love story destined to withstand the test of time.
As i shared my vulnerabilities, I poured out my heart, expressing all my fears and insecurities. "Mujhe bahut gussa aata hai, aur kuch bhi samajh nahi aata. Mai kuch bhi bol deta hun," I confessed. She met my worries with unwavering support, assuring me, "Mai sambhal lungi."
Continuing, I admitted, "Mai bahut nakhre dikhata hun." To my surprise and relief, she responded with confidence, "Mai utha lungi." Her words echoed like a beacon of hope, a promise of understanding and acceptance, fulfilling a longing I never dared to hope for.
Then, I confessed, "Mai bahut possessive hu, had se zyada." Without hesitation, she affirmed, "Mai sirf aapki hun." Her simple declaration was like a soothing my doubts and fears, and filling me with an overwhelming sense of love and belonging .It was a declaration of love and commitment that surpassed my wildest dreams, filling me with a sense of completeness I had never known before.
I expressed, "Mai bilkul bache jaisa hun, bhut jaldi hurt ho jata hun." In response, she reassured me tenderly, "Mai mana lungi aapko, MERA BACCHA" it was like a healing balm to my wounded soul. The endearment "MERA BACCHA" held within it a promise of care, protection, and unconditional love, easing my fears and insecurities in an instant. It was a moment of profound connection, a reaffirmation of our bond, and a realization that I was truly cherished beyond measure.
To hear those comforting words again, I pleaded, "K...kya b...o...la aapne?" She gently removed her hand from my face, running it through my hair, and whispered, "MERA BACCHA." The tenderness in her voice broke down my walls, and I couldn't hold back my tears. I saw tears welling up in her eyes too, but she continued to stroke my hair, offering silent comfort.
Choking on my tears, I needed reassurance, "A..aap m..u..j...he ka..b..hi c..hod ke to..h na..hi jaog..e na?" She shook her head vigorously, replying firmly, "Kabhi nahi, kabhi bhi nahi. Aap bologe tab bhi nahi." Her unwavering commitment filled me with a sense of security I had never known.
In my desperation, I confessed, "Kyu...kyun ki ag...ar aap mujhe c.ho..dke ga..ye toh mai marr.........
Before I could finish, she covered my mouth with her hand, her other hand still on my cheek .
In that moment, I felt her presence, her love, her care, but then a sudden sense of emptiness crept in as her hand is not running through my hairs.
She responded sharply, "Kya bakwas baat kar rahe hain aap? Abhi toh hum asal mai mile hai, aisi baatein mat kijiye." Her words jolted me back to reality, reminding me that despite the depth of our connection, we were just beginning our journey together.
I am really grateful as I poured out my insecurities and fears, she listened with patience and understanding. With each confession, she offered unwavering support, assuring me that she could handle it all. Her confident reassurances echoed in my mind, soothing the turmoil within me.
As our foreheads touched and our hands intertwined, she asked, "Aapko mujhse kab mohabbat hui?" Prepared to confess the feelings I had harbored for so long,
I spoke from the depths of my heart, "Meri pyaar ki shuruwat ek anjaan ehsaas se hui, jaise ek chhupi hui kahani ka pehla panna.
Vo pal jab hum pehli baar mile, mere dil mein ek ajeeb si dhadkan mehsoos hui, jaise koi nayi duniya ka darwaza khula ho.
Us pal se shuru hui meri bechaini, meri tadap, jaise ek anjaan khwaab ka pehla sahara. Har mulaqat, ne mujhe aapki taraf khincha, jaise kisi jaadui jaal ka rangin dor.
Mere andar ek anokha junoon jag gaya, jiska naam sirf aapka tha,
MERI JAAN."
Feeling her fingers trembling and witnessing tears flowing uncontrollably from her eyes, I gently cupped her cheeks.
It felt as if a hard rock was touching a delicate flower, but I continued with my confession, "Is be-inteha mohabbat ki pehchaan mujhe khud ko khojne ki raah dikha gayi, jaise ek khoobsurat safar ka pehla kadam.
Toh, MERI JAAN, jawaab dena chahunga ki mujhe mohabbat aapse kab hui, toh voh pal tha jab humari aankhon ne ek doosre ko pehli baar dekha.
Uske baad se, yeh mohabbat mere dil mein bas gayi, aur aaj bhi, yeh mohabbat aapke liye be-inteha, beshumar hai, aur hamesha rahegi."
As I completed my confession, she hugged me tightly, pouring her heart into the embrace. In response, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, knowing that in that moment, we were truly one.
As we parted from the embrace, she tenderly wiped away my tears, her gentle touch soothing my troubled heart. Seeing my tears persisting, she asked softly, "Kya hua, Mera Baccha?" Unable to hold back, between hiccups, I confessed, "Aaj Tak kisi ne mere aansu nahi poche, koi nahi tha."
Her response was a gentle kiss on my forehead, causing me to close my eyes in response. Moments later, she planted soft kisses on each of my closed eyes, imparting a sense of peace.
Moving on, she kissed both my cheeks, and finally, my chin. With each tender touch of her lips on my features, I felt an overwhelming desire to remain in that moment forever.
In response, I gently kissed her forehead, expressing my affection and admiration.
Moving on, I tenderly placed kisses on both her closed eyes,
then on each of her cheeks, savoring the warmth of her skin beneath my lips,
then on her nose,
As I hesitated before her lips, restraining my desire, I chose instead to press a loving kiss to her chin, tracing the contours of her face with each gesture of tenderness.
Throughout, I felt her grip on my arms tighten, a silent acknowledgment of the intensity of our shared emotions.
By the time, hours had passed unnoticed, and it was already 1:30. Sensing the late hour, she gently suggested, "Chaliye, sojaiye, bahut late ho gaya hai."
Although I didn't want to part from her, I reluctantly stood up and began to make my way to the sofa.
However, I felt a gentle tug on my hand, and when I turned back, she was holding it firmly. With a hint of hesitation, she asked, "Kahan ja rahe hain aap?" Surprised by her unexpected gesture, I replied, "Sofe pe sone."
Then, to my amazement, she uttered something unexpected, "Yah... yahan so..jai..ye." To confirm what I heard, I asked, "Sacchi?" She simply hummed in response, reaffirming .
I lay beside her, our hands intertwined, facing each other,As she drifted off to sleep with her eyes closed.
Despite the tranquility of the moment, my own eyes remained open, overwhelmed by the whirlwind of emotions.
Reflecting on how drastically my life had changed-from the brink of losing her to knowing she would be by my side forever-filled me with gratitude.
"Thank you, Allah Paak, thank you ki aapne meri iss dua ko qubool aata farmaya ," I whispered silently, expressing my profound gratitude.
With my free hand, I gently traced my fingers along her peaceful face, savoring the serenity of the moment until sleep finally enveloped me.
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