AN ANSWER CAN CHANGE YOUR ENTIRE LIFE..BUT A QUESTION CAN RUIN IT
month: 2nd
day: 29
time: 1:07 pm
Meharunaaz pov:
mmm...kya karein..aaj toh kaam itna saara hai ki khelne bhi nahi ja sakte,
she was folding and tidying up clothes while jumping up and down from bed getting all bored and used up..until she decided to play along his newly met big brother..TAJDAAR
she went indside his room without knocking..and instead of finding him, found something that god had destined for her to see
"tajdaar bhaija-"
"yahan toh koyi bhi nahi hai..firse hume kaam karna hoga.."
she was about to leave until her eyes landed on-
"arre..yeh kya hai..(looking at the diary)"
FLASHBACK:
YESTERDAY
EVENING: 6:30 PM
"hume dikhaiye na"
"abhi nhi dikha sakte mehar..jaiye aap khana kha lijiye jab hum isse poora kar lenge tab dekh lijiyega.."
his deep eyes filled with the ocean of magic were enough to convince her to leave and get freshened up for dinner..
"thik hai par ek din hum isse zaroor dekhenge"
"kya keh rhi hai chhote mauhatarma hum khud aapko dikhayenge fikr na karein"
"thik hai bhaijaan!!"
PRESENT DAY
'yeh toh vohi diary hai jisme bhaijaan kuchh toh likte rehte hai,..khuda jaane kya likhte hai?..par aaj hum jaamkar hi rahenge haha" (laughs like anything)
"maaf kijiyega bhaijaan..hum sabr nhi kar sakte,,ab aise hi hai kya kare uparwale ne banaya hai toh..par koi baat nhi hum aapko mana hi lenge,.."
she opens the diary and sees things written in a very sequenced manner..every date..every moment of him along her were listed like his emotions..
moreover he had also drawn a sketch of hers in his last page but what confused meharunaaz was:
"THE SHAYARI~"
"ek baar..dekh lijiye,,
diwana bana dijiye,,
jalne ko hai taiyaar hum,,
parwana bana dijiye"
"bhaijaan aur unki diary bhi na..humari samjh ke bahar hai"
she placed the diary back just when she heard the footsteps approaching his room. Getting off from his bed she went towards the table where the mirror and the morning routine stuff was placed. Pretending to admire then. She just became a full dramatic actor
(door opens)
"mehar..aap yahan,, sab khairiyat.."
"kaisi baat kar rahe hai bhaijaan..hum aapke kamre me har roz aate hai..aaj aa gye toh isme alag kya hai?"
"(laughs) hume maalum hai..(picks her up in his muscular arms and places her on the bed to make her sit) humari chhoti mauhatarma bine humse mulaqaat kiye kaise reh sakte hai hmm"
"yeh toh haii bhaijaan.."
"aap..shayad humare itra (perfumes) dekh rahi thi.."
"ji bhaijaan..hume toh in sabke khushbu behad pasand hai..tabhi toh humesha aate hai yahan."
"aisa hai toh..aiye..hum aapko zara sa laga dete hai..konsa wala pasand karengi aap?"
"yeh wala (points right)"
"jannat-ul-fiddaus (chuckles.)"
he gently takes the dropper and drops a little on her wrist..soon when she rubs the itra..she places it closer to her nose to smell its fragrance..
"(lost in another world) ahahahaaa..kya khushbu hai..bhaijaan..aapki pasand toh kaafi unda hai.."
'yeh toh unki pasand hai..jo humari bhi ban gayi hai.."
she was busy smelling it and didn't pay attention to what he said...meanwhile he picked up his diary and was placing it in the shelf he had until she spoke..
"bhaijaan ek baat bataiye.."
"ji kahiye"
"aap hume chhoti mauhatarma toh kehte hai..par phir asli mauhatarma kon hai?"
her question left taj lost in his thoughts..trying to find an answer to what she had asked him..
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...
