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Murtasim saw a change in himself as a person, he never believed in love. Romance was for the weak ones, but then she came along, Mahjabeen. Her vibrant personality, hyperactiveness and childish antics grew on him. She was completely opposite of him, living every moment of her life and expressing her each thoughts out loud. Her anger, affection and the way she viewed the world captivated Murtasim in a way he had never experienced before. Mahjabeen's genuine and unapologetic self-expression broke down the walls Murtasim had built around his heart.

As they spent more time together, Murtasim discovered a new depth of emotion within himself. He found himself drawn to Mahjabeen's contagious energy and zest for life. Her ability to see beauty in the simplest of things, to find joy in the mundane, and to express her thoughts and emotions without reservation awakened something within Murtasim.

He had always seen himself as the reserved one, the type of person who rarely talked or expressed his emotions except anger. But with Mahjabeen he found himself expressing his feelings, and it felt liberating because there was no judgement in her eyes, just acceptance. She had embraced him as her person with open arms, her ability to make him cherished allowed him to lower the walls he build around himself.

In the presence of Mahjabeen's unabashed authenticity, Murtasim's self-perception underwent a profound metamorphosis. He, who had always believed himself to be reserved and closed-off, discovered the power of his own voice. Like a long-suppressed melody yearning to be heard, his emotions soared forth, finding solace in Mahjabeen's warm embrace. In her presence, he felt a freedom he had never known-freedom from judgment, freedom from fear, and freedom to be his most genuine self.

At this moment they were running through the khaith early morning, as the fresh air hit his face, he couldn't help but laugh along with her. There was so much fun in acting crazy, letting go of inhibitions and embracing the sheer joy of being alive. The vibrant hues of the rising sun mirrored the newfound colors within Murtasim's heart, painting a picture of liberation and exhilaration.

With Mahjabeen by his side, Murtasim experienced a whimsical transformation that defied the boundaries of his old self. Their laughter intertwined like a symphony of happiness, echoing through the fields and filling the air with a contagious energy. They ran freely, their steps light and carefree, chasing the playful whispers of the wind.

"Mera hamesha se sapna tha, aise khaith me apne hero ke saath bhaagneka, gaana gaaneka aur dance karne ka," Mahjabeen said with a smile, her eyes shining with excitement.

Murtasim looked at her, his heart brimming with admiration. "Tumhare sapne meri zindagi bangayi hai"

She reached out and gently caressed his cheek. "Aap bhi mere sapno ka hissa ban gaye hai, Murtasim. Mai aapka haath pakadkar aapke bhi saarey sapne purey karna chahti hu"

As they sat in the meadow, their hands entwined, their gazes locked, they could feel the electricity of their dreams merging, creating a world that was uniquely theirs. The meadow seemed to respond to their shared desires, as if nature itself was conspiring to bring their dreams to life.

In a moment of pure spontaneity, Murtasim stood up and extended his hand towards Mahjabeen. "Chalo, Mahjabeen"

She grinned and took his hand, allowing him to pull her up. They moved to the rhythm of their hearts, their laughter mingling with the melodies of the wind. With each step, they let go of inhibitions and embraced the freedom to be their truest selves.

As they swayed under the open sky, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, their souls danced together in a symphony of love and passion. Their laughter echoed through the meadow, reaching the farthest corners of their dreams.

In that magical moment, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the warmth of their love, Murtasim whispered, "Mahjabeen tum hi mera khwaab ho, meri chahat. Tumharey saath puri zindagi jeena chahta hu mai, tumharey andaaz me."

Mahjabeen's eyes sparkled with joy as she replied, "Jab aap saath hote hai, toh sapne bhi haqiqat ban jaate hai"

"Malik ke mu par jo sketch banaya tha tumne, kaafi accha laga tha mujhe", he shared glad that he had witnessed his wife's artistry.

"Pata hai kal aapke mu par bhi banane waali thi wahi", Mahjabeen shared earning a gasp from Murtasim, he shook his head twirling her around.

"Banaya kyun nahi phir?" he asked mischievously, pulling her closer. Mahjabeen was speechless, did he want her to paint the joker face on him?

"Aap chahte hain ke mai aapke mu par sketch banau?" she asked with a straight face, when he nodded she couldn't help but whisper to herself, "Allah miyah ye kya bawla de diya hai mujhe"

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