The Next Day- Tuesday 24 January 2017
Dr Nisha - Pediatric Clinic  @11am

"I'm so sorry Dr Ishita" Dr Nisha looked sympathetically at Ishita.

Ishita shifted her position slightly on the chair, moving so that Raashi was more comfortably enclosed in her arms. She held her sleepy baby tight, looking over at her son next to her, fast asleep in Rinki's arms.

"It's... it's just that she cries so much Dr Nisha" she said quietly. "Ishaan is alright, he smiles when he hears Raman's voice, reaches out to his photo from time to time, but he is happy, content to play with Adi and Ruhi.  But Raashi.... she was Raman's shadow. I... she has had this incredible bond with Raman since she was born. When she gets colicky, upset, even I can't quieten her but .... he can. One word from him is all it takes to calm her, to make her happy. And now, over a month without him, and three weeks since his accident, my baby misses her papa so much, and she just won't stop crying. I ...I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm scared to take her to him, but how long do I keep her away? I don't know what to do."

"I think what you have been doing so far is the right thing Dr Ishita" Dr Nisha said comfortingly. "You told me that Raman gets uneasy at the sound or sight of babies, that he doesn't remember you or your past at all. In these circumstances, it's very important that you keep him away from the twins. They are missing him now, but can you imagine what it would be like if they saw him and he didn't remember them? If he didn't want to pick them up, to hold them? From what you tell me, Raashi would be absolutely devastated. Babies know a lot more, feel more deeply, then we sometimes give them credit for. Being rejected by their father would be absolutely devastating for them. You said that Ruhi and Adi face call him and the babies get to see him that way. So all the advice I can give you right now is to continue to do that, and continue to try to make him remember."

"But how do I make her happy again in the meantime?" Tears fell unheeded down Ishita's cheeks and Rinki leaned over and hugged her briefly, as Raashi started to whimper. Ishita wiped her tears and rocked her baby, giving Rinki a grateful smile.

"You cant make her happy if you are upset yourself Dr Ishita" Dr Nisha replied. "You see how Raashi is reacting to you now. You need to stay positive and normal around her. Make sure her brother and sister, her aunts, her grandparents, are all in and out of the house, all spend time with her and with Ishaan. Don't isolate the babies or yourself. And try to make your husband remember as soon as you can." She turned to Rinki. "You all need to support Ishita at this time Rinki. As much as you can."

"We will Doctor" Rinki replied, squeezing her bhabhi's hand. "We all will."

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Meanwhile at the @RKB Marketing Office

"What do you mean she's not at work today? Raman looked ominously at Shweta, a frown settling on his face.

"Mihir sir told me sir. That's all I know."

Raman nodded curtly at his secretary and walked rapidly to Mihirs cabin. He had arrived at the office late, having first attended an offsite with Mr Patel at Gem Jewellers. And on arriving at the office, his eyes had immediately searched for Ishita. His head had been in a spin since the previous day, since their encounter at her stalled car. Her revelations about her children had left him reeling, had left him with more unanswered questions, and he needed to see her, needed to talk to her again.

Yeh dil tum bin kahin lagta nahi hum kya kare

But she had been nowhere to be seen. And now, according to Shweta, she had taken the day off.

He knocked peremptorily on Mihirs cabin door and entered without waiting for an answer.

"Bhai, how did the meeting go?" Mihir looked up with a smile.

"Fine" Raman said abruptly, pulling out the guest chair in front of Mihirs desk, and taking a seat. "As you know, he liked the concept that we presented here, there's just a couple of things to iron out, now that I've seen the premises. I'll get Deepa and Rafi on to it."

"Great Bhai. Now, the Shimla Resort campaign, what...."

"Why isn't she at work Mihir" Raman interrupted his friend.

"Who bhai?" Mihir asked innocently, knowing full well exactly who Raman was referring to.

"Ishita damn it. Who else?"

"Ishitaji? She had to take her babies for a check up, so she took the day off."

"Why didn't she ask me dammit? I'm her boss aren't I?"

"She just got the appointment this morning, and you weren't in when she called, so she spoke to me."

"She knows my mobile number" he frowned, not placated.

Mihir looked at his friend hopefully. He had noticed how affected Raman was by Ishita - his reaction to her absence today was proof. Hopefully this restlessness meant that memories were stirring up in his mind, trying to peer through the opaque cloud which surrounded him. Hopefully, he was getting closer to remembering.

Raman stood up abruptly, and then stopped on his way to the door.

"Should she be working at all Mihir? She has two babies at home, she should be with them."

"She doesn't have a choice bhai. This is something she needs to do. And I feel we have to support her in her decisions. It's not easy for her alone with the babies." Mihir chose his words carefully.

Raman nodded his head slowly. What sort of bastard would leave her alone? With two little babies. She deserved better. But why, why did it bother him so much. Wasn't he the man who used to fire employees who priorities their families and children over their work? How had he changed so much ?

Hazaaron gham hain is duniya mein apne bhi paraaye bhi
Mohabbat hi ka gham tanha nahin hum kya karein

He gave himself a mental shake, trying to think of something else, anything but her. His eyes fell onto a photo of snow clad hills on the wall behind Mihirs desk, and he found his diversion. Shimla.

"I wanted to ask you Mihir. How are we getting on with preparations for the trip to Shimla? These concepts are all well and good, but I need to see the place before finalizing my ideas. When can we make this happen?" His voice was businesslike, his emotions banished.

"They are just arranging the accommodation Raman" Mihir replied, even as an idea began to take hold in his mind. "You know that the resort is closed up at the moment. The renovations are complete, but staff are still being recruited and trained at Mr Lee's partners, the Royale Hotels, other properties. Mr Lee doesn't want to open until April, and at the moment, there is nobody there except for some guards and caretakers. Everyone will arrive in two weeks. So you can view the estate at leisure, without any interruptions. I have booked a private plane for Friday, to return on Sunday."

"Private plane?" Raman asked sharply. "Why can't we drive? You know I don't like flying in those small planes Mihir."

"It's an eight hour drive bhai. That's sixteen hours there and back. And with the snow in the mountains, there may be road closures too. It's not good for you in your current condition."

"What damn condition?" Raman responded furiously. "I'm starting to feel like a bloody invalid, the way you people treat me. Fine, book the flight. Are you coming with me?"

"I can't Raman bhai" Mihirs brain was working furiously. Shimla in January was covered in snow, bleak and desolate. Just like the West Coast of New Zealand. Maybe recreating that time and place, where his bhai had fallen in love with Ishita, would work where nothing else had. Maybe it would give back his lost years to his bhai. "I have to be in Mumbai for a meeting with Mr Mehta's team this weekend. Mr Mehta wants to see you next week to start work on the new soft-drink campaign, but I need to do some ground work first. But don't worry, I'll organise for someone to accompany you."

"I don't need a damn babysitter Mihir. Get me someone who will actually be useful" Raman said shortly. He nodded to Mihir and then left the office, closing the door behind him.

Mihir looked after his partner with a smile, his plan germinating in his mind. "Now let's see if bhabhi will agree" he murmured, drawing the phone to himself. "And to convince bhabhi, I need to call my special weapon."

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Back at the Bhalla Apartment
12 Noon

Ishita settled her sleeping babies on Ruhi's bed, placing pillows around them so that they wouldn't fall. Ruhi was sprawled on the floor with Adi, their eyes fixated on the television screen in front of them, their hands busy maneuvering the controls as they played their war games.

"Adi beta, keep an eye on these two. They shouldn't wake up for a while, but just in case. Mein dadi ke paas hoon." (I'll be with dadi)

Ishita looked at Adi questioningly and he tore his eyes off the screen, giving her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry Ishima, I'll call you if they wake up."

She smiled and looked around the room, happy to see her four children in the same space for once. "I'll make some sandwiches and milkshake and bring it in soon" she said, as she walked out the door, looking at her watch. It was lunch time.

She walked into the living room and then stopped in surprise. Mihika was sitting talking to Rinki and Mummyji, and Mihir was with her.

"Mihir" she gasped, rushing up to him, her heart in her mouth. "Why are you here at this time? Is everything okay with Raman? Did..did something....."

"Bhabhi, it's okay, calm down" Mihir was shocked at the panic in Ishita's voice and looked helplessly at his wife. Mihika stepped forward, putting an arm around Ishita and making her sit down.

"Nothing has happened to jeeju akka. He is in the office, missing you and grumbling at everyone. Mihir is here because he has a plan. Tell akka, buddhu."

Ishita turned her anxious eyes to Mihir. "Kaunsa plan Mihir?" (What plan, Mihir?)

"Bhabhi, Raman bhai wants to go and see the Shimla resort before he finalises his marketing concepts. Now I can't go with him so...."

"In this weather Mihir? In his condition?" Ishita looked at Mihir in horror. "No. Absolutely not."

"Kya Bhabhi. Aap mujhe no keh rahi hai lekin bhai ko kaun rokega? You know what bhai is like. He wants to go and so he will go.Ab sawal yeh hai, kya aap unke saath jayegi ?" (What bhabhi, you're saying no to me, but who will stop bhai? You know what bhai is like. He wants to go and so he will go. Now the question is, will you go with him?)

"Mein unke saath? Shimla?" (I go with him? To Shimla?) Ishita looked at Mihir questioningly. "But Shimla is a long way away Mihir, it will at least be an overnight trip. I can't leave the children, and in this weather, I don't want Raman to..."

"Bhabhi, bhabhi, listen to me. This weather is just perfect. The resort is just perfect. It's isolated, there is no one there and it's surrounded by snow. I've seen the photos bhabhi. It looks just like the West Coast."

"The West Coast?" whispered Ishita, as Mihir's plan became evident to her. "You mean...."

"Yes Bhabhi, I mean New Zealand. Only closer to home. I've seen bhai with you, I know that he gets affected when he is around you, whenever he is close to you. But there are too many interruptions, too many distractions here. I know that he pulls way, that he gets confused about his feelings. If it's just the two of you, in a place that is so much like the place where bhai fell in love with you, I'm sure he will remember Bhabhi. I'm sure he will."

Ishita stared at her brother in law, hope rising in her heart. Mihir was right. Raman was certainly affected by her closeness, by her physical touch. He tried not to show it, but he reacted everytime she touched him. Some part of his mind, some forgotten memory, sprung into life when she was near. If she had two days alone with her husband, she could help him unlock his forgotten past, could help him remember her.

Ke ab tanha safar kat-ta nahin hum kya karein

She continued to stare at Mihir, then the reality set in. She couldn't do it.

Lute dil mein diya jalta nahin hum kya karein

"Lekin Mihir, mere bache? Ruhi and Adi will be fine, lekin Raashi aur Ishaan, they are only six months old. Mein unhe chodh kar kaise" (But Mihir, my children? Ruhi and Adi will be fine, But Raashi and Ishaan, they are only six months old. How can I leave them?)

"Isliye toh hum hai yahan Akka" Mihika said forcefully, beckoning Rinki over. "Aap akeli hai kya? Mummyji hai yahan, Rinki ne aaj office se chutti li hai sirf aap ke khatir, aur mein bhi hoon na. Kya hum teen, aur periamma, aur Aarti, mil kar apne Chunnu Munnu ka khayal nahi rakh sakte? Mihir bhi Mumbai ja raha hai. Toh is weekend toh mein yahan par hi apne chotu aur choti ke saath rahoongi."
(That's why we are here akka. Are you alone in this world? Mummyji is here, Rinki took a day off from work today just for you, and I'm here too. Can't the three of us, and periamma, and Aarti, take care of the babies? Mihir is going o Mumbai, so I'm going to stay here this weekend and take care of my Prince and Princess.)

"It's not that Mihika" Ishita whispered. "It's just that I....they are so little still, how can I....."

"Puttar" Mrs Bhalla had been listening and she decided it was time to get involved. She came up to the sofa and sat on the other side of Ishita, putting a loving arm around her. "Raashi aur Ishaan ko unke mumma ke saath saath papa ki bhi zaroorat hai. Agar yeh do teen dinon unse dur rehke tum unke papa ko wapas la sakti ho, toh koshish karne mein kya harj hai? Tum ne bahut ro liya puttar, ab Raman ko wapas aana hi hoga tumhaare paas. Hum sab in dono ka bahut acchi tarah se khayal rakhenge. Yeh toh hamaare bhi dil ke tukde hai na."
(My dear, Raashi and Ishaan need their papa as well as their mumma. If you can stay away from them for two or three days and bring their papa back, then what is the harm in trying? You've shed enough tears my child, now Raman has to come back to you. We will look after the twins very well, after all, they are pieces of our heart too.)

Ishita nodded her head slowly. Maybe everyone was right. Maybe this could lead to the miracle she was looking for.

"Lekin Mummyji, is haalat mein woh travel karenge? Mein nahi chahti ki woh ..unhe kuch doobara ho gaya toh." (But Mummyji, how will he travel in his condition? I don't want...that anything happens to him again)

"Tu rahegi na saath puttar" Mrs Bhalla said comfortingly. "Tumhaare hote hue kuch bura nahi hoga." (You'll be with him, won't you my child? Nothing will happen with you around)

"Theek hai" Ishita said softly, hope rising anew in her heart. "Mein jaongi unke saath." (Very well. I'll go with him)

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Later That Evening
Ishita and Raman's Apartment

Ishita looked lovingly at her sleeping babies. They were sprawled on a rug on the floor of the downstairs living area, tired out by their afternoon playing with their bhaiya, their didi, their bua and their chitthi. Ruhi and Adi had come back with them an hour earlier, and they had continued with their play until her little cuties had fallen asleep in the middle of their big brother's games. She had then spent some time with her two older children, and had just sent them both back to the other apartment to have dinner. She knew she should carry the babies up to the bedroom, settle them in their cots, but she didn't want to disturb them just yet.

Maybe she should have her dinner first, she mused, as her tummy rumbled, reminding her she hadn't had much lunch.

She wandered into the galley kitchenette off the living area, popping the plate of sambar rice her amma had brought over into the microwave. The apartment only had this small galley kitchen, since the space had been designed to open up into the Bhallas next door, where they normally cooked and ate all their meals.

Still, it was good Raman had included this kitchenette in the design, or else it would have been a problem now, she mused, as she scooped the sambar rice into a plate. Her face softened as she thought of her husband, and she wondered whether he had arrived home yet. Would he have had lunch? She hadn't been at the office today to make sure that he ate.

The microwave buzzed to indicate her food was heated, interrupting her thoughts of her husband. She took the plate out, then gasped as a jagged edge caught her finger. "Ouch" she exclaimed as she stared in dismay at her bleeding finger. She looked carefully at the plate, frowning and wondering how she hadn't noticed before that it was chipped. At that moment, the doorbell chimed, and she thought instantly that it must be Romi or Rinki, bringing her dinner from Mummyji.

She flicked the intercom switch in the kitchen. "Come in its open" she called out, as she looked in the cupboard for the first aid kit.

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The front door opened.

Raman had stood at the door to Ishita's apartment for several minutes, hesitating, before he pressed the doorbell. He noticed that the nameplate appeared to have been removed from the door, and he frowned. Maybe she hadn't wanted any signs of her husband's presence around her after he left. So why did it bother him?

He didn't really know why he had come here. He had been worried about her, worried about her baby, worried about the fact that she had to cope with two children on her own. Thoughts of her seemed to consume all his waking hours and tonight, as he left the office, he had realized that he couldn't, that he wouldn't be able to, sleep tonight unless he saw her, unless he was able to satisfy himself that she was fine.

So he had walked past his own front door, stopped at the door he had been told was hers and had pressed the doorbell.

"Come in its open" she had called and he had frowned again. Couldn't the woman be a little bit more conscientious about her security? First she left the door open and then she was blithely inviting someone in without even checking who it was.

"Ishi.." he started to speak, to remonstrate with her, when his eyes were drawn to the rug before him, and his words stopped halfway in his mouth.

There were two little angels asleep on the hearth rug, snug and warm in the centrally heated room. Dressed in long white jumpsuits , with thick black hair setting off their creamy pale skin, rosy cheeks and rosebud lips. Their little heads were half covered with knitted caps, one pink, the other blue, with matching socks on their little feet. They had their arms around each other and they were beautiful. He forgot his nervousness around babies, forgot that they made him anxious. He was mesmerized, as mesmerized as he was by their mother.

He moved closer, dropping to his knees by the rug as he continued to stare at the babies.

Ishita meanwhile had found the first aid kit and was wondering why Romi or Rinki hadn't said anything. Probably didn't want to disturb the babies, she realized, as she decided to go and see for herself.

She took out a bandaid and deciding that she would ask her visitor to help her put it on, she turned the corner into the living room.

"Kaun, Rink...." she stared before her voice was silenced by the sight before her.

Raman was kneeling before the hearth rug on which the babies were sleeping. His eyes were riveted on them, and there was a sheen of tears in his eyes, as he looked at them silently.

Tears came into her own eyes too and she hastily blinked them away as he turned, perhaps sensing her presence.

He got to his feet as he saw her, moving his hands awkwardly, as he gestured towards the babies.

"I...I didn't disturb them...kitne....kitne chote hai. How can your husband leave them....leave you." His words were muttered, almost to himself, not expecting a response.

He saw the tears she had tried to blink away and became conscious of his own.

"Ankh mein kuch aa gaya" (I got something in my eye) he mumbled, pulling himself together. He looked closely at her - messy hair escaping from a loose bun, no make up on her face, wearing a plain cotton night suit. She was still beautiful. "I hope I didn't disturb you Ms Ishita" he said formally. "I just thought I'd check in with you. See how your baby was."

"She's...she's better now." Ishita gestured towards the children. "I'm sorry I didn't come in today. It's just....it's difficult sometimes."

He had turned again to look at the babies and she saw how his face softened, the tender look that came into his eyes. "They are beautiful Ms Ishita" he said softly, turning to look at her again. "How can you bear to be away from them during the day?"

"I have to" she said quietly. "I don't have a choice."

"Your husband" he said savagely. "What sort of lowlife bastard is he, to have left you and them? "

She flinched, not able to take any criticism of him, not even from him. "Please don't say that" she said, blinking back tears. "There were some circumstances . He didn't have a choice."

He hesitated, and she continued. "Aap ...aap ko anxiety nahi hua bachon ko dekh kar? Mein...mein unhe jagati hoon. Aap kuch der kheliye un ke saath."  (You...you didn't get anxious around the babies? I.I'll wake them up. Play with them for a little while) Dr Nisha had said to keep Raman away from the babies, but if he was comfortable around them, then surely he would not reject them. And her babies would be so happy to see their papa.

She had moved closer to him in her excitement, had clutched at his sleeve, forgetting for a moment that to him, their relationship was impersonal, professional.

"No" he said quickly. "Please, no. I just wanted to see how you ... I mean how they were. I...I have to go." His breathing quickened at her nearness and he looked down at the hand clutching his shirtsleeves. And then he drew in his breath. Her index finger was injured, bleeding.

"Ishita" he said anxiously, forgetting the prefix he always added to her name. "What's happened? Your finger, it's bleeding."

He clutched at her hand, removing it from his arm, looking at it anxiously.

"I'm so..I, sorry, Mr Bhalla" Ishita gasped as she realized that her finger had bled on the sleeve of his shirt. "I didn't realize ... I'll get a towel, let me wipe that..." She tried ineffectually to remove her hand from his, but he had it caught in a vice grip.

"Can you shut up for a moment" he hissed, turning her hand around to peer at her finger. "It's jagged, how did you do this?"

"The plate" she whispered, disconcerted by his nearness."I didn't notice it was chipped and when I was taking..."

Her babbling was silenced as he put her finger into his mouth, sucking gently.

"Yeh aap kya..." (What...what are you doing?) she whispered, shivering at the intimacy of his act. She had not been so close to her husband in a month, and all she wanted to do was to throw herself into his arms, to hold him tight, to never let go. His actions were so intimate, his touch bringing back suppressed memories and desires. The way his hand enclosed her finger, his lips, his tongue, the gentle motion of his mouth... she shivered again, closing her eyes, biting her lips as her heart thundered erratically.

He felt it too, the frisson that their proximity created, the tension that sparked between them. Her finger in his mouth, her breath on his face, surely he had done this before? He wanted to do more, wanted to taste more. Those lips she was biting. The pulse that fluttered wildly in her heck. But she was married and her babies were asleep a few feet away.

Slowly, he removed her finger from his mouth, watched as she pulled her hand back in confusion. Her breathing was erratic, her face flushed. She was as affected by him as he was by her , and yet, a minute ago, there had been immense love in her voice when she defended her husband. She was an enigma, this Ishita Iyer.

"Give me that" he ordered peremptorily, nodding at the bandaid she clutched in her other hand. She handed it over wordlessly, looking at him with all the love in the world as he bent his head to the task of unwrapping it, then placing the plaster over the cut. Her senses sang with happiness at his nearness, her skin tingling where he touched her. She noticed his heightened breathing, knew her husband was reacting to her proximity, to their closeness.

He looked up suddenly and she looked away in confusion at the enquiry in his eyes, as he stepped away, his task finished. "Take care of that" he said gruffly, and she nodded wordlessly.

He gave a last lingering look at her and the babies, before turning and walking to the door.

He half opened the door and then stood with his hand on the handle.

"Take the day off tomorrow as well Ms Ishita. It's Independence Day on Thursday, come back to work on Friday" He desperately wanted her with him all day, felt lost without her, but for some reason, her well being, her best interests, were more important to him than his.

What the hell is happening to you Raman Bhalla he chided himself. Why are you being so damn generous to her?

"Thank you Mr Bhalla" she said quietly. Two more days with the babies would be good before she went away for the weekend. She would miss her husband though. "Lekin aap...aap sure hai?" (But..are you sure?)

"I'm sure" he said, finally stepping out. "Lock the door properly Ms Ishita" he said firmly, before he pulled the door shut, walking away briskly. It had been the right thing to do, so why did he feel so bereft?

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The Next Day - Wednesday 25 January 2017
@ RKB Marketing - Mihirs office

"Yes sir, I'll remember next time sir"

The cowed intern gave one final petrified look at the smoldering Raman Bhalla before backing out of the door, closing it behind him.

"Damn incompetent fool" Raman muttered as he tossed away the drawings that the recently departed intern had just brought to him.

"It's not that bad bhai. Why are you in such a bad mood?" Mihir, sitting at the corner table, gave a searching look to his friend and senior partner.

"If you think that's acceptable work Mihir, then you're a damn fool too" Raman replied tersely, resuming his seat.

"Theek hai bhai, I'm a fool. But why are you in such a bad mood? What's actually the problem?"

"Nothing" Raman responded shortly. "Is everything organized for my trip to Shimla, Mihir?"

"Yes bhai. Everything is organized. The flight is from the Birla Private Aerodrome at 10 am. I'll pick you up from home at 8.30."

"And who is coming with me?" Raman asked, looking at Mihir inquisitively.

Mihir hesitated. He knew that Raman's bad mood was due to Ishita's absence from the office, but he also suspected that his bhai would resist any move for Ishita bhabhi to accompany him. He certainly appeared to feel strongly attracted to Ishita, but he thought she was married to someone else and so would try everything to resist her. So Mihir had decided to spring her presence on the Shimla trip as a surprise for his bhai, when it would be too late for Raman to refuse to go with her.

"I'm trying to go myself bhai" he lied. "If I can't put off my Mumbai trip, then I'll get one of our best people to go with you, don't worry."

"Just don't get me a fool like that one" Raman gestured towards the door. "Now, has Deepa finalized the revisions to the Gem Jewellers designs? Get her to set up the presentation in the boardroom. I'll join you in 10 minutes".

"Yes bhai" Mihir smiled at Raman and walked out of the office.

Raman waited until the door closed, then leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes.

Mihir had asked him why he was in such a foul mood. The answer of course lay with her. Or with them. The woman who whispered in his dreams. And Ms Ishita Iyer whose face haunted his waking hours. And now those innocent little babies abandoned by their father. He did not know why he felt so protective towards them. He had dreaded children, particularly babies since his accident. Then why did the sight of those little ones yesterday tug at his heart so much? He wished he could tell their mother not to come back to work at all, to stay with them all the time, but how could he cope without seeing her? He was already dreading the next few days - she was on leave until Friday and on Friday he would go to Shimla. He would not see her until Monday, and the realization of how much that mattered dismayed him.

"You're turning into a bloody sentimental fool Bhalla" he snarled at himself, getting up from his chair and moving towards the door. He paused at the door for the stony mask he wore to settle itself on his face, and then walked out.

Lute dil mein diya jalta nahin Hum kya karein
Yeh dil tum bin kahin lagta nahin Hum kya karein

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Yeh dil tum bin kahin lagta nahin Hum kya karein
Tasavvur mein koi basta nahin Hum kya karein
Tumhi keh do ab aye jaan-e-wafa Hum kya karein
Lute dil mein diya jalta nahin Hum kya karein
Tumhi keh do ab aye jaane-adaa Hum kya karein
Yeh dil tum bin kahin lagta nahin Hum kya karein

Kisi ke dil mein bas ke
Dil ko tadpana nahin achchha
Nigahon ko jhalak de de ke
Chhup jana nahin achchha
Ummeedon ke khile gulshan ko
Jhulsana nahin achchha
Hamein tum bin koi janchta nahin Hum kya karein
Tumhi keh do ab aye jaane-adaa Hum kya karein
Lute dil mein diya jalta nahin Hum kya karein

Mohabbat kar to lein lekin
Mohabbat raas aaye bhi
Dilon ko bojh lagte hain
Kabhi zulfon ke saaye bhi
Hazaaron gham hain is duniya mein
Apne bhi paraaye bhi
Mohabbat hi ka gham tanha nahin Hum kya karein
Tumhi keh do ab aye jaan-e-adaa Hum kya karein
Yeh dil tum bin kahin lagta nahin Hum kya karein

Bujha do aag dil ki
Ya ise khul kar hawa de do
Jo iska mol de paaye
Use apni wafa de do
Tumhare dil mein kya hai bas
Hamein itna pata de do
Ke ab tanha safar kat-ta nahin Hum kya karein
Lute dil mein diya jalta nahin Hum kya karein
Yeh dil tum bin kahin lagta nahin Hum kya karein