Compromise
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"Abbiya" he called her name
"yes!" She looked at him
"You are not my first love...I..I don't love you...! I just love Minal" he said right looking into her eyes She was left shocked! something stabbed her heart... A tear rolled down her cheek
"I compromise my feelings for you just because I respect you and don't want to leave you in the middle...." He said
"I know! I am selfish but only you can take me out of this pain.....take me out of this Pain Abbiya!." he added as his eyes turned glassy..He softly took her hand into his, she nodded and smiled..... A forced one...
Her all dreams were broken into pieces..He started telling his story..and they both were crying......
She was hurt , she loved him so much but she didn't complain.....
"Muhabbat mein sawal Jawab ni hote... "
"Mehboob jo faisla suna de wo khud pe farz hojata ha"
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Samjhota bohat sarey jazbo'n ko Sula deta ha Or jab samjhotey ki banjar zameen pe Muhabbat ke phool'on ki bahaar ajaye to?
Muhabbat?
Kehte hn k Muhabbat pe imaan rakhney waley zindagi ki har jang jeet jatey hn.
Muhabbat jaisa Jazba dena wala Agar muhabbat deta ha to uske sath bohat sari Azmaisho'n se do chaar bhi karta ha.
Ye kahani Abbiya or Aqib k gird ghoomti ha jinki zindagi samjhota, Aitmaad, Muhabbat, Azmaish, karb , museebat or sabar k hisaar me Raks krti ha.
Mazi ki kuch talkh haqeeqatein , taqleef deh yadein or khalish dono ki zindagi mein kiya asar layein gi? Taqdeer likhney waley ne inki Taqdeer mein kiya likha ha?
Kiya muhabbat me bichar jane wali azli riwayat phir se qaim ho gi? Sab Azmaishein muhabbat k aggey dhair hojayein gi? Ya dono aik doosre k sath samjhota krlein ge?
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