A COURTEASEAN'S DECISION IS A STRIKE ON A STONE
"yeh toh vahi khat hai.."
she spoke to herself with a sense of love, affections and feeling such gratitude towards Taj's unsaid efforts..
'hum bhi kya samjh baithe the unhe..aise insaan ko koyi naseeb wala hi pa sakta hai'
she admired the way taj had joint every line by line of every single word of Alam's letter creating the letter an absolute replica which was earlier given to him
no person on the earth could figure that once this letter of feelings were mere pieces of paper which are now joint back again in their original form.
she placed the letter close to her heart and let out all her throbbing emotions flow out of her eyes in the form of tears. questioning herself and Allah a million times, how could such a person not given another chance in life, what wrong deeds he had done to encounter such a faith
soon getting back into her senses, she decided to answer all her questions through someone who had planned this all, she wore her slippers and took big steps out of his room rushing towards somewhere that even she was somehow unaware
"Arre Alam, aap kaha ja rhi hai''
"puchhne unse, kis jurm ki saza di hai humare Tajdaar sahab ko? qudsiya ko, unki hone wali aulaad ko.."
"par suniy-"
too late,, she was deaf for all the world at this time, nothing could've stopped her, even herself. every pebble, every pricker was just a dust particle in front of her.
she rushed out of the home leaving all her fears behind, just focused on her mission to receive what she should have had long time back
but she knew she wasn't late till she reached her destination. strong winds blowing by, depicting a courtesan's curiosity and anger. Anger for injustice, anger for losing someone who didn't deserve to be treated like that...
her anklets roared the flames of firey anger bursting inside her mind. each step felt as if the ground was cracking up with the heat of furiousness. Her eyes, all re and puffy, almost bleeding the sharpness of pain she felt.
just after the moonstone staircase, she suddenly stopped. slowly losing herself and falling on her knees. looking straight in front, almost silent..until..
SHE GOT RID OF THE HEAVYNESS OF HER MIND...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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DASTAN-E-ISHQ Tajdar Alamzeb
Non-FictionHeeramandi part 2 a world where love never loses revival of Taj for his beloved Alam written and composed by authorly.. credits for conceptual heeramandi goes to respected owner and producers no copyrights implied just another version and vision e...
