Listen with the song attached above.
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Waking up in the morning, I chuckled seeing her sleeping soundly, cuddling the pillow I had kept in my place. I walked out of the room and immediately opened the door for Khala who was about to ring the bell. She looked at me surprised and I just scratched the back of my head.
"What happened Mahir? You opened the door so quick?"
"Well, Naina was sleeping and I didn't want to disturb her." I said sheepishly smiling. The look on her face changed into a comforting smile. She sat on the chair and asked me to sit too.
"Mahir, ek baat poochoon?"
(Mahir, may I ask a question?)
"Boliye khala."
(Yes.)
"Naina..yeh wahi ladki hai na?"
(Naina, she is that girl right?)
My brows furrowed at her question. She gazed at me gently.
"Huh?"
"Wahi tasveer wali ladki?"
(That picture girl?)
I stiffened on my seat as I heard her say the sentence. No way she knew that. I had burnt the picture long time ago.
"Kya matlab?"
(What do you mean?)
"Mahir baba, main galat bhi sakti hoon par shayad uss din maine woh tasveer dekh li thi. Jal toh gayi thi lekin poori nahin, uski aanhekin bach gayi thi. Behad khoobsurat-itni ki jab maine unhe pahli baar dekha, main toh kho gayi. Aur ab kal unhe dekh ke unki aankhon ko pehchan gayi tabhi aapse pooch rahi hoon ki Naina begum wahi ladki hai?"
(Mahir, I may be wrong but that day I did see the photograph, but was not fully burnt , the eyes didn't burn. The moment I saw them I was lost into them. Then I saw her for real the previous day and recognized her, that's why I am asking you, is Naina that girl?)
I sighed at how she recognized her and how she was bringing back those memories. I didn't regret them but they were just so cliche.
"Ji."
(Yes.)
"Phir theek hai, main aapse aur kuch nahin poochongi."
(Its alright, I won't ask further questions.)
She left me alone with my thoughts. It had been too long since I thought about that. It was like I manifested my thoughts into my reality.
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I stood from my seat and went inside the room to see her slowly getting up with the usual frown on her face. I chuckled when I saw her rubbing her eyes with a small pout on her face.
"Good morning love." Her eyes laid upon me and a soft glow of pink adored her cheeks. I chuckled in my mind seeing her getting all flustered by the nickname I had given her.
"Good morning Mahir ji." She stood up from the bed and came towards me with her arms open, engulfing her in a hug, I inhaled the soft scent of her hair and smiled at her lovingly gesture.
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TISHNAGI
RomanceMahir Malhotra is forced to marry Naina Sharma, a woman who refuses to see him as anything but her ex-fiancé's brother. As love and resentment collide, their fragile bond is tested when her ex returns, threatening to reignite old flames and unleash...
