43| Who is Mugdha?

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Lakh Samjhaun Main Tan Dil Samajh Ni PataMange Teri KhairiyanSona Tha Tera Ve Jhootha, Rang Do Dinon Mein ChhutaKaise Bhulaun BairiyanJa Ranjhan, Ranjhan, RanjhanTu Bhi Kya Yad Rakhega,Ja Heer Ne Tainu Chhod Diya

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Lakh Samjhaun Main Tan
Dil Samajh Ni Pata
Mange Teri Khairiyan
Sona Tha Tera Ve Jhootha,
Rang Do Dinon Mein Chhuta
Kaise Bhulaun Bairiyan
Ja Ranjhan, Ranjhan, Ranjhan
Tu Bhi Kya Yad Rakhega,
Ja Heer Ne Tainu Chhod Diya

{Word Count ~ 4200+}

I looked up at him, the worry in his eyes clear as he studied my tear-streaked face

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I looked up at him, the worry in his eyes clear as he studied my tear-streaked face. He was gentle, his thumbs brushing away each tear as though he could wipe away the pain they carried. His gaze was soft but intense, full of an unspoken plea, and in that moment, my resolve crumbled. I couldn't keep this burden inside any longer, couldn't carry the weight of those letters on my own.

Without thinking, I leaned forward, closing the small gap between us, and wrapped my arms around him, clinging tightly. For a second, he froze, startled, but then he pulled me close, his arms wrapping securely around me. He held me with a tenderness that seemed to melt away the ache in my chest, as if he was trying to absorb my pain and carry it for me.

He stayed there on his knees, his hands moving up and down my back in slow, comforting strokes. His touch was steady and grounding, his warmth anchoring me even as my mind churned with hurt and confusion. I pressed my face against his shoulder, feeling the fabric of his shirt against my cheek, the solid presence of him somehow calming the storm inside.

As I held onto him, the letters lay beside us, their silent weight a reminder of the questions I would eventually have to ask. But for now, in his arms, I let myself breathe, drawing strength from his closeness. In that quiet moment, with his heartbeat steady and strong against mine, I let myself feel the comfort of his presence, even as my mind was caught between the painful discoveries and the warmth of his embrace.

As I pulled away from him, I met his gaze, and my heart twisted at the worry etched into his face. He reached up, his warm hands cradling my cheeks, wiping the tears away as his eyes roamed my face, searching for answers. I could feel the tenderness in his touch, and somehow, it only made the ache in my chest deepen.

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