LOVE MIGHT NOT GIVE ANOTHER CHANCE, BUT GOD TRULY DOES..
"yeh rumaal humara nhi, par aapke liye isse hum rakh lenge"
she said with a hint of happiness that atleast she is continuously being reminded by nature of someone she truly loved ..
"shukriya appa"
"koi baat nhi"
she felt those words when the little girl spoke it out of random.
Alamzeb pov:
zindagi me pehli baar kisi ne hume appa kaha hai.. khush kismat toh hai hum, par shyad pyaar adhura hi reh gya..
"aap yaha akeli aayi hai?? ammijaan ya abbu sath nhi aaye?"
"humare ammi aur abbu pata nhi kaha hai? shayad hai bhi ya nhi"
she understood her words. feeling sorry for her condition she offered her to stay at her house
"toh aap humare sath reh lijiye"
"arre nhi nhi, hum apni dadijaan ke sath rehte hai, voh humara khoob kahayal rakhti hai,aur humari appa..bilkul aapke jaisi.. khoobsurat aur tehzeebdaar..voh bhi humare saath hi rehti hai"
she smiled at her clever words that somehow distracted her from thinking about the reason she had came to dargaah
"aap hu-bahu humare jaisi hi toh hai..hum bhi apni dadijaan ke sath rehte hai..humari bhi appa thi,,par"
"khair, chhodiye in sab baaton ko.. chaliye ab bohot der ho gyi hai.. aayiye hum aapko ghar chhod de"
"appa par humara aapse baat karne ka mann hai.."
"toh thik hai..milte hai kisi roz yahan..dargaah par"
"shukriya appa!!"
she said running clumsily towards her way back home while alam just admired her as her tiny figure disappeared in air before her vision...
Alamzeb pov;
jis kaam ke liye aaye the voh toh bhula hi diya aapne,, ab samjh nhi aa rha shukriya kahe ya shikayat..
she stood up from her place one last time before bowing and leaving towards her home
"arre, hum bhi kitne nasamjh hai.. unka naam toh puchhna hi bhool gye..aur apne bhi nhi bataya..ab unhe milenge kais-"
a flashback once again ran infront of her eyes leaving her lost and zoned out of the world
"mauhtarma ittafaqan yeh humari teesri mulaqaat hai..magar ab tak hum ek doosre ka naam tak nhi jaante.."
"lekin hum toh aapka naam jaante hai"
"toh bataiye humara naam"
(shows her palm with his name carved beautifully with henna engraved with love)
"taj..(chuckles) jo naam dil pe likhna tha aapne hatheli par likh diya,."
"hatheli par likhne se naam taqdeer ban jati hai.."
"toh aapka naam bataiye..hum dono hatheli par likh lete hai..maathe par likh lete hai.. seene par likh lete hai"
mehrunaaz pov: (the little girl)
"tajdaar bhaijaan!!"
she said running towards him as he embraced her into a tight hug filled with care and affection
"kaisi hai humari chhoti mauhtarma?? hmm? "
"hum toh aaj bohot khush hai.."
"aur kya hum uski wajah jaan sakte hai??"
"kyuki hume aapse bhi zyada achha koi mil gaya haii!!"
she said in a teasing tone running away from taj while he just chased the lille baby around the house playfully
but how is he alive??
wasn't he declared dead by the british officials??
disclosing the mystery soon.
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...
