hona hi tha pyaar

🤭80) Back to the heart🤭

The month which followed their departure from the Havaili, 30 days distributed across countries, planned to perfection, savored like it were their last,

Passed as absolute magic.

Enchanting, dreamy, unforgettable.

Simply magic.

The first ten spent in the gorgeous Dubai brought luxury.

Designer shopping, gold plated hotels, lavish sight seeing and the best of dining.

Second ten taken by Turkey held mesmerizing culture.

Serene mosques, rich sights, bustling markets and a whole new flavor pallet.

And the last ten owned by Bali passed as the best.

Spent in sandy beaches, rippling pools, surrounded by summer, cultural dishes and luxury lacing it all.

It was perfect.

Unbelievably perfect.

Days were spent exploring, shopping, busy.

Nights serene, drowned in desire, quiet moments, heartily laughter.

Half the trip had been taken up by calls from home, yes.

They had been caught countless times, the distance of countries did nothing.

Meerub had to stop Murtasim from flinging his phone off planes on every flight.

The two had silantly feared a very possible, surprise visit from home literally anytime.

And despite it all, she still loved every day of it.

It was customized, as chaotic as them, vibrant, bright, a symphony of laughter.

And now, after etching into brain, wrapping around hearts, never leaving,

Came to its equally chaotic end.

The two had departed from Bali with a twinge of disappointment in hearts, excitement for their return buzzing and double the bags they had left with.

They had been late for their flight, had rushed, barely made it in time.

But manged. Got there.

And after a neverending flight, landed in the lush, familiarity of Pakistan.

Home.

The very place wrapped around hearts, owning minds, rooted deep.

The absolute heart of it all.

They had landed early that morning, watched the golden rays of the sun come up, color the vibrancy of Haidrabaad in familiar warmth.

Grins had bloomed from the first sight of the city, their luggage rolled out and loaded as cars arrived for pickup, all organized by a Bakhtu more excited then them.

And once gliding through sunlight, savoring a ride through roads etched deep into into thought, leading the way back as Murtasim decided to drive one of the cars himself.

The car swerved its way past a final turn, peirced through sunlight, slowed down.

Turned to the familiar road, hummed past unforgettable trees, rolled up the very path.

Before taking another turn.

Because the Havaili gates came into veiw, swished open on cue, caught under golden light.

And they rolled right in, the entrance engraved into heart, the feel one minds couldn't forget.

Of comfort.