🎶"Raah taan saare band yaar tak, ik raah labh laina. Main khud hi pat ke qabar meri, khud nu hi dab lena... Ohnu saddeyo na koi jad janaza niklu Jaani da, kithe mareyaan nu na maar de ohda parchawaan."
(All the roads to my beloved are closed, I would find one road that leads to her. I would dig my own grave and bury myself... No one invite her when Jaani's funeral procession has left. It may be that her shadow may kill the dead)🎶
- Pinjra | Jaani | Gurnazar
Alizey's P.O.V.
As Fawad's lips pressed to mine, it felt that our hearts became one. The feelings that he's never openly uttered, he was pouring through the kiss. It whispered that I was his.
The warmth, the soft yet passionate touch of his lips against mine, it stilled everything around me.
This was my first ever kiss.
All of my senses were too overwhelmed to realize that I was supposed to kiss him back.
Uncertainty taking over Fawad's demeanor, he paused then began pulling back slowly. I quickly lifted a hand to his cheek and leaned closer, reciprocating the kiss before he could break it. The smooth slow caresses of his soft lips bloomed flowers in every corner of my body. It was nothing but pure magic.
As we drew back, my heart pounded in my ears while I caught my breath, my lips tingling. I slowly opened my eyes shyly to find him gazing into mine with warmth and deep emotion.
Everything was now changed between us. We'd crossed the boundaries and broken the rules of our marriage.
I wanted him to tell me his feelings with his words.
"The-" I whispered, searching his beautiful orbs, "the conditions?"
He froze after he processed my words, his eyes wavering. He then took a step back.
Sh*t sh*t sh*t.
I shouldn't have asked that. It was like I could see him putting up his walls again, brick by brick.
Why?! What did I say wrong?
His phone began ringing in his pocket, but he continued staring at me, his mind racing with thoughts that I couldn't read.
"Fawad, your phone," I pointed out quietly.
He snapped out of it, pulling his phone out of his pocket and holding it to his ear without even checking who it was. "Hello... I'm coming." He slid his phone back into his pocket, avoiding eye contact with me as he went to search for his keys. "We'll-... we'll talk later, Alizey," he murmured while I pushed myself off the counter and watched him. He strode through the corridor and left through the main door.
I blinked several times, confused.
What just happened?
Fawad's P.O.V.
I stormed out of the elevator and to my car that rested in our apartment's parking lot. After unlocking the car door, I opened the glove compartment and scrambled for my cigarette box and lighter.
My fingers ran through my hair shakily as I blinded my vision with smoke.
"No kissing. And... a-and n-no se-"
"Don't worry. I have no interest in pursuing our marriage in that way."
"Shaadi karli usse aakhir. Ab kya? Hamare darmiyaan toh ab kuch bhi nahin."
"Pyaar toh main sirf tumse hi karta hoon, Sana. Aisey mat kaho. Maine jo bhi kiya, hamare liye kiya. Main yeh shaadi nahin karna chahta tha. Maine majbooran yeh faisla liya. Hamare khaatir."
"... Dekho na, pehle kehte the ke kabhi kisi se shaadi nahin karoge, lekin ab tum nikkah ke do din baad milne aaye ho. Ab woh priority legi na?"
"... biwi hai woh meri. Zimmedari hai. Lekin tumhari jagah koi nahin le sakti."
"...Tumne kaise usse shaadi karli? Ek baar bhi khayal nahin aayi meri?"
"...Main khud ko bhool sakta hoon, lekin tumhe kabhi nahin bhool sakta main, Sana."
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Mujhe Pyaar Hua Tha
RomanceAlizey Ahmed. An innocent, and to others, boring accountant often made to be the scapegoat in her family. Fawad Raza. A blunt, indifferent mechanic who is shunned by society for being the dark bad boy that he is. Fawad needs to settle down in order...
