He:- Kaise?Tum jo chah rahi ho wo mai nahi kar sakta......I love you,tumhare alawa mai kisi ke baare mai nahi soch sakta.
(How? What you're asking, I can't do... I love you,I can't think of anyone else besides you.)
She:- Usi pyar ke khatir man jao...
Naina.. jo saanjhe khwab dekhte thhe Naina.. bichhad ke aaj ro diye hain yoon Naina.. jo milke raat jaagte thhe Naina.. sehar mein palke meechte hain yoon
Juda huye kadam Jinhone li thi yeh kasam Milke chalenge hardum Ab baant'te hain ye gham
Bheege naina..
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At Night,
Kahani lay on her bed, the soft moonlight casting a gentle glow across the room. She clutched a photo in her hand, her fingers lightly grazing the edges as though holding onto the past. Her voice trembled as she spoke to the picture, the air heavy with nostalgia.
Kahani:- Rishi ji,aapko wo hamari shaadi ke baad wali bike ki sawari,yaad hai?
(Rishi ji, do you remember our bike ride after our wedding?)
A faint, bittersweet smile tugged at her lips, the memory of that day vivid in her mind.
Kahani:- Kaise hum dono awkward hokar baithe the aur phir hamari wo pehli kulfi date ........Rishi ji.
(How awkwardly we sat together, and then our first kulfi date...Rishi ji.)
Her voice faltered as tears welled in her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away, her chest tight with longing.
Kahani:- Aapko yaad haina........Aur.....aur wo kaise aapne......aapne mere liye ek shayari likhi thi.....mere kehne par?
(Do you remember? And...and how you wrote a poem for me, on my request?)
Her heart raced as she reached for the drawer beside her bed. The wood creaked softly as she pulled it open, and there, tucked away among the papers, was the letter. She unfolded it gently and read the words again.
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Each line of the shayari seemed to echo in her heart, and with a choked sob, she pressed the letter tightly to her chest, feeling its edges against her skin as the tears flowed freely.
With Rishi’s thoughts lingering, she closed her eyes, and soon, the quiet rhythm of her breath led her into a restless, dream-filled sleep.
Next morning,
At Mehra Villa,
In Ananya and Abhi's bedroom, Ananya stood before the mirror, carefully inserting her earrings. The cool metal brushed against her skin, sending a small chill through her as Abhi, with his warm presence, embraced her from behind, his body radiating warmth.
Abhi:- Miss late,aaj phir late.
(Miss Late, late again today.)
He nuzzled her neck, his voice low and playful. Ananya's smile was immediate, a warmth spreading through her.
