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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پشمینۂ دھاگوں کے سنگ۔
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The buzzing at the lawn told her that today is the day; It confirmed. Syra had been a nervous wreck since morning and now it's almost time for her to enter with him. It was oddly bizarre but at the same time calming for her to hold his hand. In the mere moments that they had together, she had understood the depth of her feelings. Love, how odd isn't it. She handsome to love him in such little time. But she had been loving him for all those years since the first glance. It was he, who loved her a little late. It was he who fell for her when she was no longer his, but fate knew how to make a soul suffer and fall in love both at the same time.
Shahmeer looked flawless in the black and white three-piece suit he was wearing. One glance at him was enough for girls to swoon and drool. His heart finally in peace. He was content with the way life was going. Content with having her. Named as him. But, he did not just want to possess her as if she's an object. He wants to love her because she is more than just someone to possess, more than an object, she is his wife, for him and for the world to know. She is the queen of the little kingdom he has.
Holding her hand he and she entered. Mr. And Mrs. Forever.
He knew infinity could last even for a minute and thus, he wanted to enjoy every minute of his time with her. Not knowing when it will be a time to say goodbye. He wants everything of his to begin and end with her. And it does.
Shahmeer made her feel cared for and loved. He was the second man after her father who had made her feel that way. Something about him had always made her drunk and drugged. The madness that occupies her and her surroundings when he is in front of her just makes her dance to his tunes and succumb to her heart's deepest darkest desires. Desires one should not speak out loud.
Looking at him she realizes how deeply had she lost herself. She was drowning in his love, yet still not dying. Out of breath but still breathing.
"Aesa kya dekh rahi hain?" He spoke in a hushed voice. (what are you starting at)
"kya nahi kisse." She said still in the daze he always leave her in. (not what but who)
"Acha chalein bata dein kisse dekh rahi hain?" He said in a mischievous way. (okay now tell me who are you looking at?)
"Aapko", she said. (you)
"Mujhy? Mujhy kyun dekh rahi hain?" He asked surprised. (me? Why are you staring at me)
"Meri marzi, Shauhar hain aap mere. Aapko nahi toh kisi aur mard ko dekhon?" (My choice, you are my husband. If not you when should I look at some other man)
