𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢 ❣︎𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠❣︎

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Hamari daastan usey kahan qubool thi,

Meri wafayein uskey liye fuzool thi,

Koi aas nhi lekin itna bta do,

Mai ne cha ha usey kya yeh meri bhool thi.

             ~~Unknown

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"tum bahot muhabbat krte the unse?" He asked and plopped down on the sofa beside his best friend. Adam was in Karachi for some of his important work and thought to visit his friend. Zaahid was upset as Adam didn't attended his wedding but after he told him that he had some family issues, nevertheless he forgive his friend.

"main aaj bhi usse bahot muhabbat krta hu yaar. Uske jane ke baad bhi mai use apne dil se nhi nikaal paya jo kambkhat aaj bhi usi ke naam se dharkta hai, I feel guilty yaar." Zaahid took a sip from his now cold coffee. Adam watched his whipped friend and took a samosa from the plate, biting leisurely onto it and smilingly patted his back.
Sumbul felt the walls closing on her. Tears slipped from her doe eyes, hearing his love confessions for his late wife. She rushed madly towards Zaims nursery as she felt betrayal again. How is she so unlucky every damn time to not receive her husband's love. She hastily wiped her stubborn tears and held Zaim in her arms feeling peace. She sniffed his baby scent who looked annoyed as she had interuppted his urgent work aka his play time. She kissed his head repeatedly and held him to her chest. As if he had felt his mother's distress, plamed her face in his small chubby hands and kissed her cheeks who smiled through her tears. In that movement she knew no matter what her baby will be with her always.

"you're totally whipped man. Bta kyon nhi deta bhabhi ko apne dil ki baat."
He asked winking at him playfully.
"I feel guilty yaar. meri wajah se Rumaisha aaj iss duniya me nhi hai. Aur........ Mujhe lagta hai mera khushiyo par koi haq nhi hai." He paused then continued.

"Pagal wagal toh nhi ho gye ho tum, kesi behki behki baate kr rhe ho. Tum itne lucky ho ki jis ladki se tumne muhabbat ki wo tumhe mil gyi. Kitne logon ko apni pehli muhabbat milti hai. Aur wese bhi Rumaisha bhabhi ek nafsiyati mareez thi, kyonki jab tumne unhe btaya tha apne first love ke barey me toh unhone aese kyo react kiya tha. Mana ke wo jealous thi lekin apni jealousy ki wajah se toh unhone tumhare saath jyadti ki thi. Tum dono khush nhi they."
He exclaimed seriously eyeing his disturbed friend.

"Tujhe pura yakeen hai ki use bimari thi?" He asked uncertain about his friends thoughts.

"Psychologist hun, wo bhi das saal se. Kuch toh credit de yaar.
"Unki bimari ka toh mujhe tab hi pata chal gya tha jab mai pehli baar unse mila tha, Zaim ke aqiqah me. Maine kai dafa tujhe batane ka bhi socha, lekin phir mujhe laga ke shayad tujhe bura lagega isliye nhi btaya." Adam joked a little but seeing his glaring eyes continued further in a grave voice. clarified, his voice held all the seriousness of the world.

"Dekh bhai mujhe pta hai tere shy aur reserved nature ka lekin in sab mamlo me der nhi krni chahiye. Aur ab toh Sumbul bhabhi teri biwi ban chuki hai.
Meri baat maan aur kr de izhare muhabbat." He gave his sincere advice.

"Izhar toh mai kr chuka hu aur mai itna bhi shy nhi ki apni biwi se pyar na jta sakun. He glared at him playfully who rolled his eyes and then continued. A serious look in his face.
"Allah ka shukr hai ki usne mujhe is guilt naami  ajaab se nikal dia. Tujhe pata hai guilt ek aesi feeling hai jo na insaan ko sukoon se jeene deti hai aur na hi marne. Apne pyar ko pakar bhi mai puri tarah se khush nhi tha. Mera Dil har waqt bechain rehta hai. Ab iss sach ko jankar mai khud ko bahut halka phulka mehsus kr rha hu. Thank you so much yaar mujhe isse nikalne ke liye."   Gratitude filled in his heart as he said sincerely . The two friends then happily chatted about work and how tiring  it get sometime. Zaahid laughed out loud at Adam's silly jokes as he was narrating about one of his patients, he had no idea what strom was brewing inside his home.