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Tujh Mein Hai Kuch Aisi Ghata Sa

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Tujh Mein Hai Kuch Aisi Ghata Sa

Jiske Liye Hoon Mein Pyaasa Sa

Aa Tu Meri Pyaar Bujha Ja Re

Dil Roye Ya Ilahi Tu Aaja Mere Maahi

Dil ROya Ya Ilahi Tu Aaja Mere Maahi

Mere Maahi Mere Maahi

Ho Aaja Mere Maahi Dil Roye Ya Ilahi

Tu Aaja Mere Maahi
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Rayyan pov :

I step out of the cabin, the cold air hitting me like a slap. My eyes scan the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest. Mahira should be here by now. It's past time to go home, and she’s not in her cabin. Panic claws at my insides as I stride towards the elevator, my mind racing with possibilities.

The lift doors open, and there she is—Maha, Mahira’s friend. She stands frozen, her eyes darting nervously as I approach. “Ms. Maha, where is Ms. Mahira? I didn’t see her from the afternoon,” I demand, my voice sharp and urgent. She turns towards me, a flicker of nerves dancing in her gaze. Why does she look so confused? Why would she think I shouldn’t ask about my wife?

“Sir, Izan bhai took her to the hospital. She had a fever and lost consciousness,” she stammers, her voice trembling. My fists clench at my sides, jealousy burning through me like acid. How dare he touch her again? How dare he take her anywhere without me knowing? The elevator doors close behind me, but I barely notice. All I can think about is getting to her, making sure she’s safe.

The rain starts as I rush to my car, the drops pelting against the windshield as I drive with reckless speed. My mind races with thoughts of Mahira, of Izan, of the secrets that seem to bind us all together in a web of deceit and pain. I don’t follow her today—I don’t need to. I know where she’ll be. I drive to the mansion, my heart thudding in my chest, my jaw set in a hard line. If I don’t find her there, if I have to go to the hospital, I swear to God, I will kill him with my bare hands.

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