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...
Be warned already! Read the Author's note at the end first.
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موت آجاۓ غالب دل نا آۓ کسی پر
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Shahmeer was back at the house and they were all done with packing their belongings. It was midnight and she was checking if anything has been left behind to pack. He was gazing softly at her, something about her today irked him and it frustrated him because he could not figure out what. She did not even spare him a glance as if he does not worth anything.
She felt his gaze and it unnerved her, she had been avoiding him since he came back and now it was impossible to do so.
"What happened?" He had breathed them words out.
"Nothing" She kept her answer vague like always.
"If it was nothing that you wouldn't cower away like you have been doing since I came back". He hissed. His hands gripping her bicep and whirling her to him looking deep in her eyes.
"Cower! Tum jaisa ek khud garz insan aaj mujhy buzdil bol raha hai! Wow." She screamed and clapped her hands in pure mock.
(Cower! A selfish someone like you is calling me a coward! Wow)
He was stunned for a moment and registering her words a storm of anger slammed him, tightening the grip he looked at her furiously.
"khud garzi ki bhi ek had hoti hai." She screeched, her words pinning him like a hundred needles were being embedded in him. As if he was being stoned. He was livid and only she knew how scared she felt in the moment their eyes clashed together; fighting a dispute.
(selfishness also has a limit)
"Haan hoon mein khud garz. Chahta hoon tumhe sirf apne aap ke liye." His eyes held a storm brewing in them, his utterance caused her to shudder, in both, fear and ecstasy. A single line was the manifestation of the feelings he had Implored to ignore.
(Yes I am selfish, I want you only for myself)
"You don't own me, I am my own person." She hissed got her out of his hold and turned her back to him only for him to swing her back and pulling her flush against his chest, his desire shoving in her posterior. She felt humiliated.
Anger devastated both of them.
"Now you don't say things which are not true. What was it? Yeah, we don't lie. It was you right who never lied or speak erroneously. So you should not start now". His voice turned into a whisper and his face drowning in her neck and her hands closed into tight fists.
Syra breathed to calm the raging thunders in her but his lips worked his way on her neck. Kissing it.
"I am not lying, I never did, nor would I start now. I may be shy but I am not a liar." She hissed at him. Her neck now bent sideways giving him access. His hands, way too close to her midriff. His carnal desire pushed into her back. Syra felt exploited. It angered her more.
