He was her bacha , She was his jaan.
She was never loved , he don't have any body to feel loved.
He was her saviour and she was too his saviour.
He lost hope to be loved, she was dying to give her love
He was never soft spoken, she spoke like a sto...
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Abhi kuch dino se Suna hai dil ka raub hi kuch naya hai Koi Raaz kambakht Hai chupaye Khuda hi Jane ki kya hai Hai dil pe Shaq Mera ise Pyaar hoga ✨
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"He approached me from behind, his front against my back, and whispered in my ear, 'MAIN AAPSE BEINTEHAA MOHABBAT KARTA HUN' Just as I was about to catch a glimpse of MR.AJNABEE face, my alarm shattered the moment, leaving me frustrated, I grab the alarm and silenced it with annoyance.
Ab meri khawabo ko bhi mujhse nafrat hogi hai shayad. Matlab pichle 3 din se yeh ek khwab aaraha hai aur bass bass mai jaise MR.AJNABEE ka chehra dekhne wali hi hoti hun meri neend Tut jati hai. Aur yeh MR.AJNABEE hai kon jin hone meri neend,Mera chein,Mera dil,Mera dimag aur pata nahi mujh mai konsa aisa hisa nahi hai jismai Inka zikr nahi hai pata nahi kyu yeh ehsas mujhe itni aziyat de raha hai jaise bass ab sab chod chad kar unhe dhundu kyuuuuuuunnnnnn.
Again Filled with all unanswered questions, I reluctantly rose from my bed. After performing my Fajr salah, I proceeded to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
As we settled to have our breakfast she said kuch zaruri baat karni hai and I replied jii... ji..i kahi..ye
Kal mere ek business partner ke bete ka nikkah hai unhone sabko invite Kiya hai tumhare kapde Mai bhijwa dungi she said
And I hummed with a nod but what she said next made my eyes filled with tears as if I hadn't controlled it then surely I would be crying mess in front of her,
Wahan jane ke baad aapne aapko jada bechari dekhane ki zarurat nahi hai tu aur mai ghar se alag alag car mai jayenge par wahan pahunch ne ke baad saath Mai andar jayenge,
mujhe,tere saath ek car Mai janese mujhe ghutan hogi bass tujhe kaise jhel rahin hun yeh mai hi janti hun manhoos kahin ki.
As she left I ran towards my room and cried my heart out but sence of relief wash over me by thinking that I wouldn't be alone their Samiha will be there as it's her cousin brother's wedding.
But only one question is running in my mind that will i ever be loved ? Why she hate me this much I have always seen other's mother that how they adore their children love the immensely but in my case the things are totally different.
Kya mera shareeq -e - Hayat bhi aisehi honge?
kya woh bhi mujhse nafrat karenge?
Kya mere hone na hone se unhe koi farq nahi padega?
Kya mujhe kabhi bhi kisi ki bhi mohabbat nahi milegi?
After that self questioning section I have done some of my assignments and by having dinner and by praying my Isha salah I layed down on my bed again the thoughts of MR.AJNABEE came in my mind by thinking about him darkness consume me .
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As I gaze into the mirror, the reflection that stares back at me is a familiar one, yet shrouded in uncertainty. I see the lines etched upon my face, the testament to years of striving and sacrifice. But beyond the surface, beyond the facade of success and wealth, there lies a question that haunts me to my very core: Will I ever be loved?
For all the riches that surround me, for all the power that I wield, there remains an emptiness-a void that no amount of money or influence can fill.
I've spent my life chasing after success, believing that it would bring me everything I desired. Yet, in the quiet moments of solitude, I can't help but wonder if I've been chasing after the wrong dream all along.
I've built an empire from nothing, rising from the ashes of my orphaned childhood with sheer determination and relentless ambition. But amidst the trappings of my success, I find myself adrift in a sea of loneliness, a solitary figure amidst the throngs of humanity.
There are those who surround me, who seek to bask in the glow of my success, but I can't shake the feeling that their affections are merely fleeting-a facade that crumbles at the slightest hint of adversity.
And so, I find myself yearning for a love that transcends the boundaries of wealth and status-a love that sees me for who I truly am, beyond the veneer of success that I project to the world.
But as the days turn into weeks, and the weeks into years, I can't help but wonder if such a love exists-if there is someone out there who will look past the trappings of my success and see me for the flawed and vulnerable human being that I am.
And as I grapple with this question, I can't help but feel a pang of longing-a longing for a connection that remains just out of reach, a longing for a love that may forever elude me.
By thinking all this question only one person came into my mind MISS RAJDHANI EXPRESS and the reason I really don't know why but it's her.
Pata nahi kyu usse mujhe itni farq padne laga hai
Jab bhi mohabbat, Ishq, pyaar, love aise alfaaz ka zikr aata hai toh main pata nahi kyu uske baare main sochne lagta hun.
Bass Aisa lagta hai ki jab bhi woh mere khawab main aaye toh meri neend hi na tute .
Yeh kaisi khumaari chhayyi hai jo mere khawab mai bhi tumhara aqs chahata hai MISS RAJDHANI EXPRESS .
Interrupting my thoughts, my phone rang, indicating it's Ayaan. As I picked up he informed me that we have to attend a wedding tomorrow of our important clients who is his friend sadim after agreeing to him I drove my car towards my apartment.
After reaching I directly head towards my room to freshen up afterwards having dinner and praying my Isha salah I drag myself to bed.By thinking about MISS RAJDHANI EXPRESS and again and uncomfortable sleep conssume m
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