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"You can't marry him Vaani" I said staring deep in her eyes gritting my teeth my chest tighten with unfamiliar and unbearable pain , just the thought of her being with someone else kills...
Ishq ki ye hdd tumne dekhi na hogi Jo mohabbat tumse hai vo, kabhi, kisi se na hogi 🥀𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻_𝓳𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂🥀
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Kya ye koi khwab hai? Hah toh ab humari aankhe kabhi na khule..
In this moment, I can't hear anything except the sound of the wind blowing in ethereal and the beating of our hearts.
We are in eachothers arm under my chunni(scarf), non of us are blinking in fear the moment will disappear, his warm tears falling on my cheeks made my heart clenched painfully.
I tighten my grip on his neck lightly and in reaction of my action I felt him tightening his grip on my waist possessively, my body shivering from the emotional pain I am feeling right now, I left the dandiya and it fell on ground but none of these noises could break our eye contact, as if our eyes are talking out all the pain we had bear without eachother.
I brought my shivery hand near his cheeks to make sure it's real and not a dream, slowly courageously I cupped his face with my plam while my other hand still arround his neck , as soon as I wiped his tears and started caressing his cheeks he closed his eyes tightly feeling my touch on his cheeks and a painful sob left his mouth.
Sound of three Dandiya's hitting the ground roared on stage, in speed of light he grabbed wrist of the hand which was on his face , his eyes still closed while tears rolling down like a shower of painful rain, he slide my hand from his cheeks and brought them near his lips my heart thudding in my chest as if threatening me to come out any second, he straighten me with the support of his one hand while kissing my palm repeatedly.
The number of times his lips touched by plam my heart clenched in my chest it's painful to see him like this , it's hurting the way he is kissing my palm showing how painful these eleven years were for him , do I really means this much to him? His eyes are still closed, now when I am standing properly and my body is pressed against him , I can feel how fast his heart is beating.
I took this oppertunity to admire him , as my eyes tried to capture and admire every feature of him, I realised how grown up he is now , he isn't that kiddo Nirvaan anymore, he have light beards and moustache now perfectly shaped, we have still height differences but that's good because due to that I would be able to feel and hear his heartbeat whenever we will hug, he have well maintained physique, the red kurta and white pant enlightening his handsome aura, the watch on his veiny wrist made him look more handsome.
His eyelids flicker and he slowly opened his eyes, as his eyes fell on mine I realised the only thing that doesn't changed was his Hazel brown almond shaped eyes and the way he used to look at me , it's still same.
He moved his hand from my wrist and waist and cupped my cheeks softly his touch made me feel home and comfort my body instantly stopped shivering as if this was the warmth my body was craving for, I too moved my hand from behind his neck and cupped his face now with my both hand.., he wiped my tears and bend to my height my heartbeat raced on our proximity, I don't know what came in me that I too stood on my toe to match his height we were so closed right now that I could feel his warm breath on my face my heart leaped insanely, he inhaled deeply and tilted my face upward sliding his hand till back of my neck resting his forehead on mine our breath and heartbeat synchronised with eachother while our eyes were closed.
