MOHABBAT-E-DIWAANGI ( Book 1)

20.hum mar jayege ✨

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As he uttered the words, "Ha mar jayege hum," (Yes, i will die)his face remained a mask, devoid of any discernible emotion. Yet, his eyes betrayed the torrent of feelings roiling within him. They spoke volumes, revealing a love so deep it ached, a pain so profound it was almost tangible. In those eyes, there was a fierce passion tempered by patience, a longing forged in the crucible of countless nights spent alone.

Every glance, every tear that slipped silently down his face, was a testament to the love he bore for her. Each night he lay in bed, her absence beside him was a gaping void, a reminder of the intimacy they once shared. The tears he shed were silent prayers, an outpouring of his soul's yearning.

For a month, he endured the bittersweet agony of her presence. She was there, close enough to touch, yet maddeningly distant from his heart. The daily proximity was a cruel twist of fate, an unrelenting reminder of what he could not reclaim. Each moment with her was a paradox, a blend of hope and despair, of love and longing, leaving him suspended in a painful limbo.

Mr. R, she said, her voice quivering with emotion as his words cut deep into her heart. She could feel the pain behind them, a pain reflected in his eyes every time he looked at her.

"Baal khol lijiye, madam (Please let your hair down, madam)," he said as he stepped into the elevator. She stood there, frozen, still lost in the whirlwind of his emotions. His presence was overwhelming, each glance and word he uttered pulling her deeper into the vortex of his unspoken suffering.

It took a moment for his request to register. "Kyun? (Why?)" she asked, her fingers instinctively reaching up to touch the bun in her hair. Why did he want her to let her hair down? She wondered, sensing there was more to his request than a simple preference. There was a story there, a connection she couldn't yet grasp, but she felt it tugging at her, pulling her closer to understanding the depths of his feelings.

"Hume sans nhi aa rahi hai..." (I can't breathe...), he said, his voice filled with a familiar reverence as he gazed at her. He had always admired her long, black hair, which, when left open, transformed her into a fairy from a fictional world in his eyes. But today, her hair was tied up, and the magic seemed a bit diminished.

"A..." Before she could finish, the elevator door closed with a finality that echoed through the corridor. he was gone, leaving her alone with his unfinished words and the deep love that sparkled in his blue eyes. The moment hung in the air, heavy with unspoken feelings and the bittersweet sensation of missed opportunities.

As she turned, the strands of her hair cascaded down, framing her determined expression as she strode purposefully towards his cabin. Sitting down, she felt a buzz from her phone-a message appeared: "Aap apna waqt lijiye."( Take your time ) A smile played across her lips, cheeks flushing pink at the thought of him. Her gaze fell to her reflection, fingers instinctively adjusting her long hair, lost in thoughts of him and him alone.

(Usne puchha bina mere jawab ke Aap mar jayege , to humne bhi jawab meh likha :

"Jab se dekha hai tujhko
Ye aankhe tarsi hai teri har ek parschai ko
Teri sanso meh dhunda naam apna hai ..
Teri aankho meh dekha sath apna hai....
Paheli Nazar meh Jo deewana kar gayi tu meri vo paheli mohabbat ban gayi ....
Mere ye ishq tere hotho se ha sunne ka mahotaj nhi .....