tׁׅɑׁׅ֮ᥣׁׅ֪ꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒ ᨵׁׅ⨍ υׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒

☆Timing is everything in love☆

Humne Jugnu Jugnu karke
Tere Milan ke dipp Jalaye hai
Akhiyon me moti bhar bhar ke
Tere Hizar me haath uthaye hai
Tere naam ki Harf ki tasviro ko
Saanso ke gale ka Haar kiya
Duniya Bhuli or sirf tujhe
Haan sirf tujhe hi pyaar Kia.
       

                  ..~°'*✿✿*'°~..

My head throbbed with a dull, relentless ache that refused to let me rest. Nightmares had chased sleep away, haunting me with shadows that felt too real. I’d barely gotten a moment’s peace, and the aftermath had made me late. Now, here I was, standing at the back of the assembly, leaning against the cold wall for support. My eyes fluttered closed, begging for a few seconds of quiet. But the students praying so loudly in front made it impossible to find any relief, every word hitting like a hammer against my mind.

Sleep had become a stranger to me; night and day blended into a restless haze, with nightmares clawing their way through my dreams. Just once, I wished for silence, for an escape from this constant pain that lingered like an unwanted guest.

I was in the midst of drowning in my thoughts when I felt a presence beside me. Whoever it was, they didn’t just stand close—they watched me. I could feel their gaze, almost like a gentle touch, and I knew they were looking at me. But my head pounded too fiercely to spare them even a glance. It wasn’t worth the effort, and besides, I wasn’t in the mood to indulge in curiosity.

Suddenly, a voice pierced through the prayer—sharp, clear, and startling, like a sudden bolt of lightning. “Stop!” A girl’s voice. Her words jolted me out of my pain-fogged haze, and I turned my head to look at her. The moment my eyes met hers, the world shifted, like a camera lens finding its focus.

I froze, staring at her, feeling my heart squeeze as memories flooded back. Kittu… She looked like my Kittu—her eyes, so dark and deep, hiding secrets and emotions like carefully guarded treasures. I could see it in her gaze, an ocean of feelings beneath the surface. The way her eyes held such intensity… it was like she was carrying the same weight of longing, the same hidden ache. Could she be in love, too? Could she know this feeling, this pain?

But it couldn’t be Kittu. Her hair used to be short, jet black, and wild. This girl’s hair was different—long, cascading waves, a shade of warm brown that glinted in the morning light. And yet, everything about her seemed to reflect Kittu's essence. Her expression was filled with a mix of curiosity and confusion, as though she wanted to understand the story in my eyes, my pain, the love and longing that seemed written in every line of my face.

I was lost. My headache faded into a dull background hum, forgotten. Somehow, standing here, staring at her, a strange calm washed over me. It felt like… like I’d found something I didn’t even know I was searching for. Peace. In her eyes, I found a strange kind of peace, a quiet understanding. She wasn’t my Kittu—she couldn’t be. But she had that same power, that magnetic pull that drew me in, like I was helpless to resist. I could feel it, this pull between us, like I was a magnet caught in her orbit. And for a moment, I didn’t want to fight it.