Muqabil?
Tum mere saamne khade rehne k aukat nahi rakhti ... Mera muqabla banogi?
Itni hasadh mat karo .. barbaad ho jaaogi
With a jolt he stood up from the arm chair he was resting on
Forehead covered with cold sweat and hands clammy with shaking continuously
Closing his eyes he took a shaky breath calming his erratic heartbeats
The wind outside was bone chilling , the starry night of Delhi was indicating a storm
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Kuch pata chala? Haidar awan looked at his nephew with a hopeful glint making siddharth feel sick to his core
Mamu .. vo nhi aasakti vapas .. he consoled the old men who frantically shake his head at his nephew still in denial of his greatest loss
For indeed he has lost a treasure!
Kuch karo siddharth .. kuch karo .. amma uske sadme me marr jayengi .. the old men broke down while siddharth could only clench his jaw
He must be a king for his ammi but in this world only one is emperor that is GOD
And no matter how mighty and powerful he is he can't fight natural separation .
Taking saggy steps towards the jharokha (sitting room) he sat on the plush royal takhath looking at the swing that was visible from up here
His lips tugged into a painful smile remembering the most beautiful time of his life
Kyu chali gayi ho mjhe chor kar? Kya m itna bura lagta hu tumhe? He brokenly whispered wiping a lone tear that escaped in agony
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1 year ago ...
Boston
Ammi this isn't fair yrr .. whinned siddharth looking at his mother who refused to acknowledge her son's pleading face
Barkhuddar! Apni bhudhi maa ko yha parayi jagah tanhaa chor k tum vaha note chaapte raho .... Maine tha tumhari raah dekhte dekhte marr jaana hai
He rolled his eyes hearing his mother's dramatic cry
It's been 7 years he has left his country for studies and after completing his engineering he got a job in Boston with a luxurious package
His ammi however was not at all happy as her chand was not with her although he vedio calls her everyday without missing a beat
Acha abki baar lambi chuti lekar aaunga acha? He cooed his ammi who was apparently naraaz with him
Mehmoona begam sighed .. she is proud of her son who has achieved so much in a young age that too all by himself
Her husband late Shahid shah was a school teacher , they were middle class people but siddharth always had the aura of royalty
He was born a king!
So after her husband died she withdrew all her saving and sent her only son abroad to achieve his goals
And now allhamdullilah he had given it all back 5times of her investment
But , this all still doesn't stop her from missing her son and leading her in blackmailing him to come back
Maine tumhara nikaah parwa dena hai aate hee .. phr dekhti hu kaise jaate ho .. siddharth chuckled hearing her
Jisse parwana hai usse to puch le? Behosh hee na ho jaaye vo .. he smiled softly at her mention
Mehmoona begam raised an eyebrow at her son who just shrugged nonchalantly
Tumhe kaise pata m uski baat karrae thi? Don't tell me you are still serious about your childhood claim
I am ammi .. m uske baare m kabhi mazaak nahi karsakta .. his stance turned rigid indicating his seriousness in the subject
Acha acha ... Vapas to aao phr karti hu baat m haidar se .. mehmoona begam smiled at her son who grinned back
Delhi
Shh .. chup!
I love you ..Meri gudya .. maa loves you
She wokeup panting heavily .. it wasn't new tho .. she would often have these nightmares .. they were a part of her since she was 12
Since her ammi died!
Sighing softly she looked at the clock that stuck 6 in the morning
Taking a shower she changed into a pair of old jeans and short kurti letting her chestnut honey brown hairs fall on her back
Face devoid of any makeup she made her way downstairs
Salam dadi
The old women looked up smiling at her granddaughter who seemed in haste
Kaha jaarae ho sana? On her query she frowned
Daadi .. aaj mera semester shuru hai bhul gyi? The old women clicked her tongue making sana shake her head
Gadi le jaao .. she haulted listning her father's voice
Shukriya par mjhe bus zada suit karti hai .. replying coldly she stormed off leaving haidar awan who is her father in despair .. again
Bibi ji bus to gayi .. the maid frowned at her
Gayi? Par m to ... She stopped turning towards the window where a chuckle was echoing
Passing a glare to her twin sister who smirked at her she stormed away
My baby sister! A chuckle was heard in the huge room
The arm chair dangled back .. her long black hair sway with the wind while her dainty fingers played with the paperweight
Her red tainted lips tugged in a melanace smirk looking at the photograph of her love
Zeba awan has ever desired for something she had got it
And she will get siddharth shah too . By hook or crook!
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Back after soooo long
I missed u .. mere chole bhatooro ..🤧🤗
How's the first part? Do leave ur comments ❤️
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
Shikwaa-e-rabt
General Fiction"Mujhe shikwaa nahi hai logo se, mein to gham-e-yaar mein dooba hu! mujhe lagta nahi hai bura unki baato ka mein apne aap se khafa firta hu"!!
