Allah mujhe dard ke kabil bana diya
Toofaan koi kashti ka sahil bana diya
Bechainiyan samet ke saare jahaan ki
Jab kuch na ban ska, toh mera dil bana diya
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Patiala, Punjab, India
Akaal's pov
"Oye mithiye! Wh-what happened?!!" I cup her face exactly the moment I saw tears in her eyes.
Meri Noor had tears in her eyes.
Fuck fuck fuck.
My hands were shaking and my brain wasn't able to process anything.
"N-Noor! Kya hua Noor! Please kuch boliye!"
"I-I a-am-" she starts to say but then cries again.
Haaye meri jaan.
I hold both of her hands and make her face me.
"I-I-am s-so bad" she says and starts crying even more.
Fuck. My heart. Don't cry baby.
"Oye oye oye, nahi bugge, you are not bad!! Oye! Nahi! Tusi tan meri raani o na!"
I cup her and wipe her tears off but her eyes were again moist.
I take her in a small hug, though it wasn't possible in car but I pat on her head gently.
Seeing her cry I feel a deep ache in my heart, a sense of helplessness, and an overwhelming urge to comfort and protect her.
My emotions range from sadness and worry to a strong desire to make things right and bring a smile back to her face.
"You are the best person ever Mithiye! You are my love. My whole life! How can you be bad?" I say and softly pat her head more.
"I-I-"
"Shh" I wipe her tears and hold her hand securely.
"Y-you bought choco-late f-for me" she says.
"Do you want more? Wait I'll bring more!" I say and she says..
"No!!"
"But what-"
And she starts crying again.
"I don't wanna eat chocolate anymore!" She burst out a little angrier this time and cries even more.
"Y-you bo-ught cho-colate and now I-don't want-to eat. I-I-am so b-bad."
And she starts crying again.
"Oye bugge, nahi! Rona nahi! It is just a chocolate yar! Nothing much! We'll get what you want to have."
"Nahi! I-I-a-am"
"NO YOU ARE NOT BAD!"
And she started crying again.
"Acha acha- sorry jaan. Chalo tell me what do you wanna have?"
"Nahi Akaa-l, you already b-bought chocolates. I do-don't want you to-"
"I am your husband Noor! Tusi meri Vohti o!"
(You are my wife)
I caress her cheeks and look deep in her eyes.
Her crying eyes to be precise.
They make me wanna ruin things.
But as much as they increase the level of anger in me, my priority is to calm her down.
"You are my wife jaana. If not me when who? Kispe haq jataaengi aap? Mujhe boht acha lagta hai when you ask me for anything."
I say as I calmly pat on her head and caress her face.
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