Tera Mera Pyaar

| Tujhe Kitna Chahne Lage Hum |

Dil ka dariya beh hi gaya

Ishq ibadat ban hi gaya

Khud ko mujhe tu saonp de

Meri zaroorat tu ban gaya

Baat dil ki nazron ne ki

Sach keh raha teri kasam

Tere bin aab na lenge ek bhi dum

Tujhe kitna chahne lage hum

Tere saath ho jaayenge khatam

Tujhe kitna chahne lage hum

It was barely noon when the golden rays of sunlight pierced through the window, gently nudging Meerab out of her dreams. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on her face. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she sat up in bed, stretching and letting out a long yawn, savoring the peacefulness of the morning.

"Uth gayi tu!" A piercing voice shattered the tranquility, causing Meerab to jump and clutch her chest in surprise. She grabbed her pillow and hurled it towards the window, her heart racing.

"Mirchi ke bache! Ye kya harkat thi?" she snapped, glaring at the cheeky blue parrot perched on her window sill.

"Ab kya kia hai mai neeee? Chup chap yahan betha tha," he squawked defensively, flapping his wings. Meerab rolled her eyes, groaning as she fell back onto the bed, burying her face under the comforter in exasperation.

Mirchi Khan, undeterred by her frustration, fluttered over and landed on the soft comforter. He tapped his tiny feet across her back, making his way to her head. With a curious gleam in his eyes, he began to playfully tug at strands of her hair, fascinated by their texture as though it was the first time he had seen human hair. Despite her annoyance, Meerab couldn't help but smile at his antics. There was something endearing about the way he seemed to find endless joy in her hair, a mystery she had never quite solved but had grown to cherish.

"Aaj tu soti hi rahegi ya koi kaam bhi karegi?" Mirchi teased, nibbling on a strand of her hair with his beak. Meerab moaned irritably, feeling a painful tug as she turned over, but the persistent parrot paid no mind and continued to nip at another strand, awaiting her response.

"Haye Mirchi, kaash mei koi nawaabzaadi hoti," Meerab sighed, reluctantly getting out of bed. She walked over to the window, leaning against the sill, and gazed longingly at the majestic towers of the mahal visible in the distance above the wall of trees.

"Nawaabzaade se shaadi kar le, banjaegi tu nawaabzaadi," Mirchi squawked, flapping his wings as he perched on the window sill beside her, joining her in staring out at the view.

"Uss ke liye tou lagta hai aasman se koi pari hi utregi," Meerab muttered. Dou din mei uss ki saal girah hai aur uss ke baad woh hamara nawab banjaega lekin ab tak woh kisi ke saamne nahi aya. Kya woh nawaab banna bhi chahta hai, ya zabardasti uss ko takht pe bitha rahe hain?" she questioned.

"Nawab ne ailaan tou kia hai ke jashan-e-aam pe woh apni dulhan chunega. Tab tou aana hi parega usse sab ke saamne! Aur kya pata tujhe pasand kar le" Mirchi said, the excitement palpable in his voice as though he was manifesting it. But it made Meerab's heartbeat skyrocket as a familiar face flashed before her eyes, a sudden fear swirling within her.

A beautiful, ruggedly handsome man with features that were sharp yet soft at the same time haunted her thoughts. The light stubble that coated his face, the slightly overgrown moustache that curled up at the ends, the rough hands that felt so good when they touched hers. Those brown eyes that glowed like molten lava when the sun hit them. And those lips—oh, those lips—that had brushed against hers twice, sending shivers down her spine. So close yet so far.