Beloved, Still
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Last published Tue, Aug 26, 2025
Baarish bhi kab puchti hai aane se pehle, vo to bs aa jati hai,
Just like him.
"A-aap... aap yahaan?"
Her voice trembled-surprised, confused, shaken. Of all times, she never imagined him, definitely not here, not in front of her.
Not today.
Not Ever Again.
He slowly lifted his right hand up supporting it with the other and gently placed it on his chest, right above his heart, the same way he always did when words felt too heavy.
"Haan..." he breathed.
"Aajkal, ...is dil ne kaam karna chhod jo diya hai."
"Maine socha agar ek baar apni Jaan ko dekh lega, toh shayad fir jee uthega..."
He smiled-broken, soft.
"Aur ab dekho... rukne ka naam hi nahi le raha."
His smile- it was everything to her. So precious, she wanted it to preserve it in her sight forever.
But destiny? It was cruel.
A little too much to them.
She looked away. She had to. Otherwise, her emotions would take control and ruin everything she had built in all these years.
Because even after all this time, after she had buried him deep within herself- His presence... It still made her heart forget its promises.
But she couldn't afford it. Not now, not ever. So, She clenched her heart tight trying to keep it in place and stood firm.
Her voice- cold now.
But her eyes?
They told a different story.
"Main ab aapki kuch nahi lagti Azeez."
And he,
He just smiled. Not bitter. Not angry. Just... aching.
"Kehti ho kuch nahi lagti..."
"Phir bhi Azeez keh ke bulati ho."
~Some people never really leave. Some names still taste like home.~
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"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.
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"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.
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