Extremely sorry for the delay , because of my health issues and busy schedule, here is the new part and the next update will be on Wednesday around 5:am , take care of yourself, this author is greedy about her people's well being...
❤️💌.Ek ghutan se Hoti hai is Dil ke andar jab koi Dil mein to rahata hai Magar sath nahin.
~Gulzar.
In the delicate dance of love, the most formidable test emerges when one is forced to part ways, a trial where the heart flirts with the notion of facing even death, yet the heart once enamored experiences a love deeper than its own beats. Today was marked a pivotal juncture in Karishma's life, as she was on the brink of uncovering the elusive murderers she had tirelessly pursued.
Yet, the thrill of victory was muffled by a tremor in her soul. It wasn't the hunted man she feared , No, her unease was dancing to different tune, a melody spun from the phantom fingers of separation. Was she afraid of losing him, the monster behind the mask? Not a chance. Even Yamaraj , the lord of death, couldn't silence the song of truth that yearned to burst from his lips.
Then what, this quivering dread that choked her breath?
It stemmed from the thought of losing Haseena. The haunting words Haseena uttered the night before, "Don't hate me," lingered within Karishma. Throughout the night, she clung to Haseena, and was tightly caging her in her arms as she was suspicious even of the gentle winds, what if they turned out to be a traitor and harbour a traitorous plot to snatch Haseena away.Despite a myriad of unanswered questions swirling within her, Karishma refrained from waking Haseena, who was sleeping peacefully. "Mere andar tufaan jagakar khud kitni Shanti se so Rahi hai ap," she thought .
Karishma was mesmerized at the tranquility that engulfed Haseena, and a profound calm washed over her. As the night unfolded more , she reminisced about the moments she has spent with Haseena today in the mall , realizing that being in her arms was all she desired she was content in the simplicity of finding everything she needed in Haseena's embrace at that moment and so she waited for morning to come, going into the deep slumber..As dawn waltzed in, casting a cozy glow on Karishma's world, she found herself tangled in the silken web of sleep. When she finally blinked into wakefulness, a playful gasp escaped her lips. Haseena, the enchanting subject of her secret daydreams, had vanished.Panic clawed at her insides, icy fingers squeezing her heart. Karishma leaped out of bed, searching the room like a detective on a mission, her eyes darting around like a caged Bird .Then, a vision in crisp uniform, Haseena appeared, sunlight glinting off her raven hair as she tamed its wild strands."If you're a dream," Karishma breathed, her feelings mended with longing, "let me stay forever lost in your slumber. You don't have any idea how much I fear losing you" Unfortunately, The words were caught in her throat, , a confession barely veiled.Haseena's eyes, twinkled with amusement as she said "bhoot dekh liya kya koi apne , What on earth shook you from such profound sleep?"
Karishma smirked, Replying"asal zindagi me kya Kami hai jo sapne me bhooto ko dekhne ki zarurat pade"
Her gaze sizzled with mischief.
Haseena matched her smirk,with a hint of honeyed sarcasm in her voice she said "Lekin shisha toh hamare pass rakha hai apne apni shakal kab dekh li"Karishma avoided looking at haseena as she understood the taunt and marched towards the washroom..
This little banter built a light environment in the room and in karishma's heart as she came out of the washroom after bathing. The morning disappointment slithered back, but before she could dive into her emotions , something clicked in her mind as she asked "We have another engagement today, apne wardi kyu pehni hai" Haseena's gaze softened, a flicker of pain crossing her face. "I told you last night only , Karishma. This path you walk, you must walk alone. Haseena's words draped over Karishma like a cool breeze.
"I need you there , in my moment of celebration" karishma thought it and Haseena read this thought through karishma's face but couldn't say anything.
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Undying Devotion
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