"What the heck is this Ibrahim??!"
The men looked up at her bored and then lowered his gaze to that envelope. A small smirk formed on his face and he said,
"I thought you could read English, Anaisha!"
He scoffed and continued his work on the lapt...
❝Tum mere pass hoge, Gam badi duur hoga.... Kehta hai jiya mera hoga... Zarur hoga!! ❞
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I was talking to the investors, in this hotel when suddenly the serene light music which was playing in the background stopped. But of course it didn't catch my interest much as I continued our talk when I heard a very very known voice. The same deep and gravely hypnotic voice. I stopped talking and looked ahead at the stage where He was there in front of the mic.
Ibrahim!
What is he doing there? On the fucking stage with a mic? Does he thinks he is in a Fucking movie for god's sake?!!!
It was hard for me turn away my gaze from him. I was shocked and Irritated but still a part of me, a very very very small part of me wants to just stop thinking this much and just listen to him.
He is Singing.
In a hotel.
I told him to get a job and here he is acting like a singer in a hotel !!? Seriously?
As his eyes met mine, I noticed the little smirk and a wink. How dare he do that? I clenched my fist. I should have shot him right in those beautiful eyes of his so he would not have been able to fucking wink at me!!
I kept glaring at him. I don't know just seeing him singing here in front of everyone makes me want to choke him till he can't even speak a word but the other part wants to be just lost in his deep voice. I have never once heard him sing before. I never knew he could sing this well.
Why is he making all of this so complicated?
I just want to live my life at peace with my daughter.
But then why am I not able to pull off my gaze from him and continue my meeting?
Why is my heart racing like it is in fucking Olympics?
I don't want to be feeling these things anymore. I don't want this. I will never ---
My mind stopped as he started singing the lines;
Galat kya sahi kya mujhe na pata hai Tumhe agar pata ho bataa dena Main arse se khud se zara laapta hoon Tumhe agar milu toh bataa dena Kho na jaana mujhe dekhte dekhte
Tu hi zariya tu hi manzil hai Ya ke dil hai itna bataa
Tune chhua zakhamo ko mere Marham marham dil pe laga
Paagal pagal hain thode Baadal pagal hain bheege Barse barse bheegein aa zara
I felt a tear dropping on my hand and then I realised that I am on verge of just breaking down. I quickly wiped away the tears and looked away at the investors who were also in the shock.
