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SHIMLA (LAST PART)

ये चाँद सा रौशन चेहरा
बालों का रंग सुनेहरा
कैसे देखूं तेरी आँखें,
आँखों पे चश्में का पहरा

ये चाँद सा रौशन चेहरा
बालों का रंग सुनेहरा
कैसे देखूं तेरी आँखें,
आँखों पे चश्में का पहरा

इस चश्में को हटा दो,
आँखों को मिला लो
आँखों के नशीले जाम,
आँखों से पिला दो
लगता हम पहले कभी मिले,
या हो मुझे देजा व्यू इधर उधर कहाँ देखे,
girl I'm talking to you
अब आँखों से हटाया चश्मा,
आँखें तो मिलाओ जी
दुनिया वाले जो भी बोले,
हमसे ना शर्माओ जी
अब फ़ोन को उठाओ जी,
और डैडी की मिलो जी
उनके future son-in-law की बात
उनसे करवाओ जी,
हेलो, अंकल, नमस्ते
चलो काम की बात पे आते हैं
अब आप ये पूछेंगे
की आप कितने पैसे कमाते हैं?
बस जितना आपकी बेटी
एक महीने में उड़ाती है
एक हफ्ते में मेरी गड्डी
उतना तेल खाती है
है घर, है पैसा, है गाडी
अब दो जोड़ों में लड़की भेजो,
लड़की हुई हमारी
अंकल है घर, है पैसा, है गड्डी
अब दो जोड़ों में लड़की भेजो
लड़की हुई हमारी, ok bye!

(Congrats! You still remember the whole rap just like I do!" 😉)

ABHISHEK's POV

I blink my eyes open and there she is, nestled in my arms, wearing my white shirt and looking absolutely adorable. There's a warmth in my chest as I think—I would happily wake up to this, every single day. I can't help but softly trace the side of her face with my thumb, taking in every detail of her in the morning light. She stirs a little, her body shifting against mine.
Leaning close to her ear, I whisper-sing, "Tu hi haqeeqat, khaab tu, dariya tu hi, pyaas tu, tu hi dil ki bekaraari, tu sukoon, tu sukoon..."
A soft smile spreads across her lips, and she wraps her arms around me, whisper-singing in my ear, "Tu humsafar, tu humkadam, tu humnava mera..."
I smile and pull her even closer, planting a kiss on her temple. We stay wrapped around each other in silence.

THIRD POV

Abhishek (pulling away slightly): "Are you okay? Are you in pain?"

Ishita: "My legs hurt a bit, but I'll be fine. What about you?"

Abhishek (smirking): "My back's covered in marks from your nails."

Ishita blushes, and Abhishek watches her with a grin, clearly enjoying the effect his words have on her. He gently lifts the comforter off them and sits up, starting to massage her legs.

Ishita: "Babe, you don't need to do that. It'll be fine in a while."

Abhishek (shushing her with a soft kiss): "I know you're strong, baby. But please, let me take care of you."

Ishita's heart swells at the gesture, her gaze softening.

Ishita: "Thank you."

Abhishek (teasing): "Thank you for this? Kaafi low-maintenance girlfriend mili hai mujhe."