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Karoon fariyaad, pukaroon tujhko... yaa to de dilbar mujhko, dil ya seene se de hata...
Either God has to give him to me or take my heart forever.
My mind, my heart-they will not give up. I pray, I plead, I whisper into the silence, into the stars, into God Himself. Every bead in my hand clicks with my insistence, my stubborn longing, my unshakable belief.
I do not ask for revenge. I do not wish harm. I ask only for what is mine, what has always been mine. The love I hold, the haq of my heart, belongs to me by truth, by destiny, and by the will of God-and it will return.
Kabhi khoya rahe, kabhi roya phir kare... Re mann mera, maane na mann mera...
Every prayer, every act of devotion, every tear, every whispered plea-threads of light stretching across the cosmos, bending destiny toward the truth that cannot be denied.
I will not let go. I will not surrender. I will wait, I will pray, and I will reclaim what is rightfully mine.
This is my vow. This is my zidd. This is the call of the White Moonlight.
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