𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹-𝗲-𝗠𝗮𝗵𝘁𝗮𝗮𝗯

غمِ عشق ۱۰۔

Only love can hurt like this~

Both men were poised to grab each other by their collars. Airah stood there, dumbfounded, apprehensive about what was about to happen.

"Get out of my way!"

Hamza seethed. Airah gulped nervously behind Abdullah, well aware of what was about to unfold. She knew Abdullah was also a hot-tempered man, easily provoked. Attempting to pass him, Hamza found Abdullah an immovable obstacle.

"Kya masla hai?"

(What's your problem?)

Abdullah inquired, a scowl forming on his forehead. Hamza just wished Abdullah would vanish from between them.

"I am not fucking talking to you!"

Hamza's voice low but intense, his jaw clenched. They weren't shouting. Abdullah rolled his eyes, clearly uninterested in the drama.

"Airah, let's go!"

Saying that Abdullah seized her hand, attempting to lead her away, but Hamza's loud voice echoed in the street.

"Get your fucking hand away from her!"

With that, Hamza grabbed Abdullah's collar with rage and landed a powerful punch on his face, one potent enough to break someone's jaw. Abdullah retaliated with a punch, and soon they were hitting each other mercilessly.

Despite Airah's attempts to intervene, they didn't stop. Tears welled up in her eyes as a crowd gathered around them. A few people helped separate them. Both men, still glaring at each other with a thirst for blood, finally paused.

"Hamza please jaaye yahan se! Hamein aur aziyat nah den khudara!"

(Hamza, please leave! Don't inflict more pain, please!)

Airah pleaded, joining her hands in front of him. He stilled, hearing his name after a long time from her.

Abdullah shot him a stern look before turning to Airah. He took her tote bag and, with her by his side, walked towards his car.

Hamza remained, watching her in dismay until she disappeared from his view. Now, everything seemed exceedingly difficult.

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Basne laga kyun phir woh jahaan
Woh jahaan door jis se gaye the nikal~

Why is the same world settling again
The world from which I had come far away~

At night, Airah was in her room flipping through pages when her phone rang. She glanced at the unknown number, which had called her for the ninth time since morning, but she had ignored it.

With annoyance, she picked up her mobile phone and accepted the call to hear his voice.

"Airah, for God's sake, do not disconnect the call!"

Airah didn't respond to his plea, so he continued.

"I have been waiting for you since morning, standing outside the house. Please, just for once come and meet me! I am waiting."

Listening to him, Airah quickly disconnected the call and moved the curtains slightly to glance down at the street through her room's window. True to his words, he was standing there, looking at the gate with his nose red due to the cold weather.

With a stern expression, she made her way towards the gate, fed up with his behavior. She unbolted the gate with a stoic expression.

"Airah, please chalo mere saath! Daaji sharminda hain. Woh bohatt beemaar rehne lagein hain!"