"You give me the kind of feeling people write novels about." __ novelistsoul❣
"Mujhse kaha gaya mehnat (محنت) karna,
Maine nukta palat kar mohabbat (محبت) karli. ➳❥
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Ishq-e-laa Mahdud (Infinite love)🦋✨
➤ Qarar-E-Ishq (Firmness of love)
Rumaa...
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"Ye taqaza-e-ishq hai? Ya meri Aankhon ki masti, Kholun to deedar tumhara Band karun to tassawar tumhara."
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A new day brings with it a world of possibilities and endless opportunities. It's like a fresh chapter in the book of life, waiting to be written. As the sun rises, it illuminates the path ahead, inviting us to step into the unknown with excitement and curiosity. It's a chance to leave behind the past and embrace the present moment, to learn from yesterday's experiences and make today even better. Each new day is a gift, a chance to chase our dreams, achieve our goals, and create beautiful memories.
"And today is a new day for Dalquer to chase his dreams and for Azlan to let go of his past."
Dalquer nervously takes out his phone and dials Azlan's number. His fingers tremble slightly as he waits for Azlan to pick up. But, oh no, it seems like Azlan is taking his sweet time to answer the call. Each passing ring feels like an eternity to Dalquer, intensifying his anxiety. He paces back and forth, glancing at his phone with a mix of anticipation and impatience. 'Come on, Azlan, pick up already!' Dalquer mumbled impatiently.
Azlan picks up his phone, "Assalamu'alaikum," he greets calmly, but is he really calm? How can he be? He's lost everything by his own actions. But he knows he needs to stay calm to fix his mistakes, to make everything alright again. He realizes he can't change the past, and he's made things worse already. But he wants to give someone a chance to experience his love, at least.
"Walekum'assalam, where are you Azzy? Yaar, I can't do it. I'm so nervous. I'm sure she'll reject me. Azlan, I just can't do it," Dalquer babbled anxiously, pacing back and forth in the room.
"Relax! Take a deep breath," Azlan said calmly, closing his book 'Don't Be Sad' and strolling over to the window to admire the scenery. His face remained serene, as if there wasn't a storm brewing inside his heart.
"Allah pe yaqeen karke, bas apne dil ki suno Dalquer. Woh Al-fateh hai, ussey rastey bananey aatey hai, bas tumhein uspar yaqeen karke us rastey par chalna hai." Azlan's voice exuded tranquility as he tried to calm him down.
"Theek hai!" Dalquer agreed with him, "Uhm.. Azlan?" He called out, knowing his friend well enough to understand that he keeps a lot inside. "Yes?" Azlan responded, switching his phone to speaker mode and settling down on the couch.
"Tum theek ho na?" Dalquer mumbled slowly, holding his breath as he waited for Azlan's answer. "Ofcourse! Mujhe kya hona hai?" Azlan replied casually, as if it was no big deal. Deep down, he knew the situation was more complicated than he let on. But for the sake of his best friend, he had to put on a brave face and act like everything was fine.
"Pakka?" Dalquer asked, unsurely. "Haan baba, pakka! I'm totally fine," Azlan replied, nonchalantly shooing him away. "Now cut the call and go already."
