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मैं तो प्यासा हूँ, है दरिया, वो ज़रिया, वो जीने का मेरे ,
मुझे घर दे, गली दे, शहर दे, उसी के नाम के, कदम ये चले या रुके अब उसी के वास्ते”———⭒🎀 ———
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“Beta why are you not going out?” A women asked picking up her 5 year old baby boy and making him sit on her lap.
The little boy stayed quiet looking at the small barbie doll in his hands, making his mother chuckle. The women took a comb and started combing her only son's hair.
“Are you missing her?” The women questioned not liking the sadness on the Her birthday boys face. He kept quiet for a second looking at the doll and quickly kept it away , shaking his head in no.
“Abir don't worry we will keep coming back to meet her again” Abir's mom said placing him down on his feet and bending to his level but he looked away.
Mrs. Khurana didn't said anything knowing how his son never talks to anyone but her.
The silentness was comfortable for both mom and son. She moved forward to pull his little son in a hug when suddenly he hissed.
“Kya hua....?” Mrs. Khurana quickly pulled away staring at his sons hand as there was a huge scar on it but before she could say something Abir pulled his hands back.
“Abi....” her voice filled up with concern as she tried to see her childs injured hands but both of them flinched when suddenly the rooms door opened with a loud thud.
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