Arbaaz Sulaimaan aka 'Abhi', is a handsome and happy-go-lucky guy, 24, the younger son of Sulaimaan Ahmed, who is the richest man in the country. Grew up like a prince being the apple of eye of the family, all set to join his father and elder brothe...
Ajmer Sharif, situated at the foot of Taragarh hill, is a Sufi Dargah of the revered Sufi Saint, Khuwaja Moinuddin Chishti. The white marble tomb of Shrine, as seen today, was built in 1532. It is an example of Indo-Islamic architecture and the dome features a lotus and a crown of gold, donated by Rampur's Nawab Haider Ali Khan. The dargah has a royal darbar, Mehfil Khana, that was constructed in 1888. Jahanara Begum, the eldest surviving child of Emperor Shahjahan and Mumtaz Mahal, donated the dargah's left facet, the railing around the dargah and also constructed a small platform known as Begumi Chabotra.
The complex has multiple structures and has eight entrance gates. However, only three of these are in use. The Nizam Gate, which is the main gate, The Shahjahani Gate and the Buland Darwaza. The Jannati Darwaza is a door made of silver that is used only on rare occasions. It is also known as Bahishti Darwaza.
The dargah has been a site for pilgrims around the world, who come here and offer sacred sheets along with rose petals to the shrine. On an estimation, around 20,000 pilgrims visit the site everyday. That is why, the place remains crowded till night.
With a chaddar in hands, Zunera stepped inside the Dargah bare feet through The Nizam Gate. It looked like the night prayers had been performed because the soulful qawwalis were being sung. The langar had also started and a large number of people were seated peacefully in lanes as the food got served. She walked to the shrine and gave the chaddar to the Darbaan who was a kind-faced old man with a gray beard.
Despite standing in such a sacred place, the melodious tunes of qawwalis falling on her ears, the fragrance of roses filling her nostrils, she was still not at peace. There was an ache in her chest that just was not going.
It's true when they say peace is not something you find outside. It's within.
She sighed and closed her eyes before starting praying.
'Ya Allah! I ask your forgiveness for hurting a pure soul. You are witness that my intentions were harmless. But he is suffering and I can't stand that. Please shower your blessings upon him. Grant him whatever his heart desires and make him happy.'
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The dazzling lights of the Dargah fell on Arbaaz as he walked through the The Nizam Gate. Despite the dispersed crowd, there was a certain calmness in the atmosphere that he had always loved. He was a frequent visitor but before, his visits weren't to find peace. But now...
He exhaled a long breath. The soulful qawwali 'Khuwaja Mere Khuwaja' ended as he reached the steps to the shrine. He had just put his foot on the first one when his gaze fell on something and he froze.
A girl was standing infront of the shrine. He couldn't see who she was due to her back to him but what made him still in his movement were her feet. The anklets in particular. His heart thudded loudly.
Was she...
His feet feeling suddenly heavy, he ascended the two steps and moved towards her.
Jism paak aankhon mein bhar loon, Saans saans mein shamil kar loon, Is duniya mein jaan gawan tujhe, Us duniya mein haasil kar loon...
The melodious voice fell on his ears but didn't reach his brain. His heart was pounding so thunderously that for a moment he thought, the entire Dargah would be hearing it.
Zindagi gawan kar bhi, jo zindagi mile... Har khushi gawan kar bhi, jo ik khushi mile...
He was just a step behind from her. Swallowing, he took that step, coming shoulder-to-shoulder with her and...
It was Zunera.
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