Days turned into weeks, and Arsal's resolve only strengthened. He scoured Lahore, searching for those grey eyes. Every street, every market, every face - but none led him to her.
One fateful evening, while exploring the Wazim Khan Mosque's ancient alleys.
Arsal stumbled upon a small, intricately carved wooden door hidden behind a tapestry of vibrant fabrics.
The door creaked as Arsal pushed it, revealing a narrow stairway that descended into darkness.
"Ye kya hai?"-Arsal.
He stepped down, his footsteps enchoing off cold stone walls.
Arsal entered a cozy room filled with old clothes, books, toys, photos and some scattered papers.
Noor sat at a wooden desk holding some photos in hand. Her eyes were filled with tears.
Her friend, Ayesha was sitting near her.
Noor was crying.
This made arsal's heart ache. He hadn't seen Noor in weeks, and now, finding her distressed, shook him to the core.
Arsal was observing her from a distance, his eyes drinking in every detail.
Noor's porcelain skin seemed pale, her grey eyes turned red.
Noor was holding few photos while crying. Those photos were of Noor's mother. She is no more.
Today's her mother's birthday. She is no more, which made her tears flow uncontrollably.
Arsal's heart twist, witnessing Noor's pain.
Ayesha was trying to console her but she was not in a state to listen.
Ayesha's words of comfort fell short, unable to penetrate Noor's anguish.
Arsal's resolve strengthened; he had to do something.
"Suniye?" - Arsal.
Noor's tear-stained face lifted, and their eyes met.
Arsal's eyes locked onto hers, sharing her sorrow.
Ayesha loudly said- "Ap kon hai? Ap yha kya kar rhe hai?"
Arsal- "mai bas yha se guzar rha tha, to mujhe rone ki awaz aayi, mai andar aa gya."
Ayesha- "Acha, ap jaye yha se, hume akela chor de. Noor chalo utho, hume ghar Jana hai."
Noor was speechless. She recognised thode honey brown eyes, She met in library.
Arsal was calm because Noor was not crying.
"Noor chalo, hume ghar jana hai. Sunn rahi ho?" Ayesha repeated.
But, Noor didn't move,her eyes locked onto Arsal's. Those honey brown eyes, familiar from the library.
Ayesha pulled Noor and they walked outside. As they stepped out into the evening aur, Ayesha's voice softened.
"Noor tum janti ho usse? Batao na? Noor...," asked Ayesha.
Noor said,
"Nah... nahi mai nahi janti unhe."
They both went back home.
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«Fated To Lose»
Romance"A poignant love story of Noor and Arsal, forced into a child marriage in Lahore. Despite initial reluctance, they fall deeply in love. Tragedy unfolds when Noor dies after giving birth to their daughter at 19, leaving Arsal to navigate grief and si...
