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🎶 Zulfan de paa ke rakhe jaal ni Ture naal naal ni Sangdi ae kaston, ikko ae sawaal ni Bhaal ni, hor kihdi dass tainu bhaal ni Hatth fadd baitha jadon main aa tere naal ni
Haal ni, tere naal changge mahde haal ni Rab mann baithe tainu hoyi aa kamaal ni 🎶
Author's POV (Yes Eid ka Chaand is back) (I hope someone still remembers me)
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Her eyes shifted back to the gloomy white ceiling, refusing to meet his face again. The brown of her eyes was turning darker with every blink.
"Mere val vekhoge vi nahi, jinde meriye," he asked. Pain reverberated from his voice, etching into her soul. Pouring down her veins. The intensity tore apart her composure, making pearls of agony slip down her now closed eyes. The mask she wore for her family, the world, and even herself cracked into minuscule shards in front of him. One after another, the tears kept drifting down as sobs racked her petite frame.
("You won't even look at me, my love?")
Just a few words from him, and all her pent-up emotions unleashed, like they had just been waiting for him to open his mouth and talk in that soft tone of his.
He immediately rose from the revolving stool, cupping her face between his warm, calloused hands. He leaned downwards and kissed every tear away before it could drip down her face. Those drops were more precious than his entire wealth to him.
His own eyes were tearing up. He didn't have a heart big enough to see her in pain. In these past hours, only he knew how many times he had died, knowing she was alone inside, fighting for life.
"I'm so sorry. I swear I'll never do this again. I'm so sorry," he mumbled against her skin, kissing her eyes alternately. His apology weakened her resolve. To not look at him. To not speak to him.
"How fucking dare you! How dare you put your life in danger like that? You know how scared I was. I don't even want to see your face. Leave me alone," she cried, fisting his shirt, pulling him closer. Her heart craved for his presence, but her tongue revolted.
If he was in pain after seeing her accident, she was also in pain since the moment she heard about the attack on him. She was angry at him for not taking along extra security or driving with a driver, for remaining oblivious to the draining battery of his cell phone, which stood as a barrier between her reaching out to him.
While driving to him, her lips had dried, praying for his safety, and her hands had turned red with her vice-like grip on the steering wheel. And with every passing second, she had paddled towards the doorsteps of darkness. Her anger was justified. He had no right to be this careless about his life. It belonged to her.
"You ask for a thousand wishes, and all are yours, but your sardaar saab can't stay away from you. How can someone stay away from that one person he feels like breathing with?" he whispered, joining his forehead to hers.
