𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐚

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿19

Muntazir's pov:

The night air was heavy with the scent of jasmine, the silence of the late hour broken only by the occasional rustling of leaves. My heartbeat was a steady drum against my ribs as I stood outside her house, my gaze fixed on the window I knew belonged to her. I shouldn't have been here. I knew it was reckless, but the thought of not seeing her until the wedding-it was unbearable.

I took a deep breath, hesitating for just a moment before I called out, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Tahera."

For a few seconds, nothing happened. My chest tightened. Maybe she was asleep. Maybe-

Then, the curtains shifted. My breath caught as she peered outside, her eyes wide, filled with both surprise and something else-something I had been craving to see.

"Muntazir? What are you doing here?" she whispered, her voice a mix of urgency and disbelief.

A slow smile tugged at my lips. "Date pe chalogi mere saath?" My voice was light, teasing, but the meaning behind it was anything but.

Her mouth parted slightly. "Kya?" she asked, as if she hadn't heard me right.

I chuckled, stepping out of the shadows just enough so she could see the amusement in my eyes. "Do din mein biwi ban jaogi." I reminded her. "Isliye aj ek date Muntazir aur Tahera ki ho jaye. Ajao."

She blinked at me, torn between disbelief and excitement. Her fingers curled around the fabric of her dupatta, as if contemplating the madness of it all. And then, a slow, hesitant smile formed on her lips.

"Theek hai."

My heart did something strange-something I couldn't quite name.

I watched as she carefully slipped out of the house, moving with quiet precision. When she finally reached me, I extended my hand on instinct, but she didn't take it. Instead, her gaze met mine-warm, steady, filled with silent understanding.

That was enough.

The city was alive in a way only the night could make it-soft, endless, whispering secrets to those who knew how to listen. We walked in comfortable silence, the distance between us small yet significant.

She spoke first. "Sunein?"

I turned slightly, the way her voice wrapped around the word making something tighten in my chest.

"Ji, farmaye meri noor," I replied, watching as the faintest blush dusted her cheeks.

She hesitated, then finally asked, "Hum aapke liye kya hain, Muntazir?"

I stopped walking. My eyes found hers, searching, holding, memorizing.

"Aap umeed hain meri," I said quietly, every syllable carrying weight. "Mere jeene ki, khush rehne ki, sab kuch mehsoos karni ki." I exhaled, my voice dropping to something even softer. "Aapko pata hai, Tahera, mere zindagi ka sukoon ho aap. Aapke bina mere is jahan mein kuch nahi. Aap ho toh mai ho, nahi toh ye Muntazir Faris bas ek zinda laash bankar reh jayega."