Previously known as Querencia.
Poets, as often as they say, they said the truth. Love cannot be controlled or planned. It comes like rain on a sunny day; an unseasoned downpour. Like a gust of harsh wind on a heated day. It comes with a painful epi...
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تمہیں دلگی بھول جانی پڑے گی۔ محبت کی راہوں میں آ کر تو د یکھو
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His heart was in pain, pain unknown to his existence. He never saw her in this condition and to see her in one now is almost breaking him apart. As if it were his pain. He knew him being in love with her won't change a thing. Won't change that she's now married; married to him. She is his wife now. The bitter reality won't change. Oh, how he had wished to make her his, all his. But only if the circumstances were in his favor.
He had wanted her to fall in love with him too, just like he did. Easily, slowly, surely. His whole being is the testimony that his soul and heart completely belonged to her. It still belongs to her.
He knew how much she is suffering. Not just the loss of her father, but also this marriage which is another responsibility on his already heavy shoulders. How he wished it wasn't just a mere responsibility. He wished to love her completely and rightfully. He might be her husband but he knew, he knew she may never accept him. A person who cannot express how he feels. Cold, ruthless, and heartless we're the names he was being called by.
The media surely knows how to taint one's image in the eyes of the one he loves. His family knew everything that was being broadcast was truly a lie. But does she knows? Does she know that he had never done those things? He never in his entire life had regretted something as deeply as going to that one party, a party which changed his whole life. But then yesterday's incident changed his whole life too. He understood the cruel ways of life, but never truly knew how the cruel ways were woven for them to step into.
Just like a dying person's last breath he vowed to keep her his and to love her fully. He may not show it right now but once the time is correct everything will be fine. He watched her falling asleep in that same position. The position in which she cried hugging her father's leftovers for her. He slowly stepped forward towards her and with a nod in her mother's direction carried her towards her room, he carried her as if she weighs nothing; so light just like a flower. He knew her ocean of thoughts still has a storm brewing.
So many questions that were needed to ask, so many answers that were needed to be answered, yet he could not bring himself to disturb her little moment of peace. His heart constricted with deep agonizing pain, the hurt too visible to not to be noticed. He was vulnerable. Shahmeer Zidan Jahangir was vulnerable. All because of this woman; all because of his women.
He caressed her cheeks which felt like the softest cotton, as if velvet was melting. He watched her sleep for some time, just to bring peace to his heart. In all this chaos, his heart needed this much-deserved peace, peace only she could bring.
He had wanted to confess to her, had wanted to tell her how deeply he had started to love her, but fate played its trick and tied them into a relationship that she was not ready for. He knew she wanted to get married at the age of twenty-six or after. She had so many dreams to fulfill. Her dream to expand the foundation, her dream to be a published poet. Her dream to fall in love with someone. Her dream to have a mesmerizing wedding. She had so many dreams unfulfilled and he had wanted to fulfill every one of her demands. Just like he had been doing so this whole time.
