" Naina laage, toh jaage
Bina dhori ya dhaage
bandathe hai do naino khwaab se
Na aata ho na paata ho
Koreneno mein koi aa baase "

Isk risk song by rahet Fateh Ali Khan

An angel

Fakhir pov

As I turned around to apologize to the person I inadvertently bumped into, I was met once again by her captivating hazel eyes.

They held a power over me, drawing me in as if I were under some enchantment, despite not having consumed a drop of alcohol.

Her eyes were so exquisite that they could make even the stars themselves feel inadequate, with tiny hints of green resembling precious emeralds, hinting at a universe held within them.

I found myself becoming lost in her gaze, a sensation I welcomed without reservation.

The beauty of her face seemed as though it had been personally sculpted by Allah, and I cherished the way she appeared to lose herself in my eyes as well.

It felt as though I was falling in love all over again, just like the very first moment I laid eyes on her. She resembled an angel mistakenly placed in a world teeming with malevolence.

Breaking free from the spell her presence had cast over me, I mustered the courage to offer her a heartfelt apology and picked up the jhumka she had dropped, returning it to her. "Shukriya," she uttered, her voice sweet and angelic, a sound I had been eagerly anticipating since our last encounter.

It was as if time stood still, and in that brief exchange, the world around us faded into the background, leaving just her and me in a bubble of shared energy.

The way she expressed her thanks was like music to my ears, a symphony of sincerity and warmth.

As she wore back her jhumka, the delicate earring glinted in the sunlight, adding a touch of sparkle to her already radiant presence.

I couldn't help but admire how every detail about her seemed to be infused with grace and beauty, like a masterpiece crafted by the hands of a divine artist.

my heart melted like a candle meeting the dazzling sun, like ice in its warm embrace.

"Phir se milke Khushi hui, ap ne apna naam nahi bataya phichli baar," I finally broke the silence, eager to unravel the mystery of her name. Will it be as beautiful as she is?

( Nice to meet you again, you didn't told me your name last time )

"Umeed Suleiman," she revealed, her name resonating with beauty just like her presence.

"Umeed chal ghar chale, 3 baj gaye hai," a girl accompanying her interrupted, making Umeed visibly anxious and nervous.

( Umeed let's go home, it's already 3 o'clock )

As we prepared to part ways, the longing to spend more time with Umeed grew stronger, her name now etched in my memory alongside the memory of her radiant smile.

As she bid me a hasty farewell, she clasped her friend's hand and swiftly strolled away,

Umeed and qayanat  :

leaving me standing there, savoring the serenity of the moment I had just experienced a few minutes prior.

" Toh yeh hai bhabhi, baari khubsurat hai," My Bestfriend's voice interjected from behind me, causing me to realize that he had been observing the scene, blushing at his playful label of 'sister-in-law' for her.

( So this is sister-in-law, she's very beautiful )

" Khubsurat toh hai lekin wo meri hai, tu dekh kese mein usseh apna banata hui," I responded, albeit with a hint of uncertainty, as I mentally resolved that I could not envision a future without her presence by my side.

( She's beautiful but she's mine, you watch how I make her mine )

*******

Umeed pov

So, today I saw him again, just like I was secretly hoping.

I really wished to meet him, and boom! There he was, right in front of me.

And I saw his today this time it wasn't cover with the mask, his face was so beautiful just like eyes, and his voice was so soothing and calming .

But I had to leave because I was running late, and if I'm late, I know I'll have to deal with my parents' nagging.

And yup, I did get late, now I'm just sitting here, pondering about life and replaying the insults in my head.

Reflecting upon this series of events finds me contemplating my existence and the undue burden of expectations placed upon me by my familial ties.

It's not my fault I didn't ask to be brought into this world, right? If they chose to have me, then they should take the responsibility too. The contemplation leads me to ponder the inexplicable nature of being born into a world where responsibilities are thrust upon individuals without their explicit consent.

Exhausted by the weight of these ruminations, the allure of escaping to a place of anonymity beckons me. A distant locale, shrouded in obscurity, where my identity remains unknown, seems to offer solace from the struggles that besiege me.

Feeling overwhelmed, a desire to escape grips me, longing for a place far away from the judgment and scrutiny.

As if on autopilot, I rise, retrieving my headphones to drown out the noise with my favorite song, seeking solace in the only respite that brings me calm.

" Ve mahiya Mera ji karda

Khar chad Ke malang hojava "

" O love i feel like running away from house

And go somewhere else "

As I was deeply immersed in the soothing melodies playing through my headphones, a sudden loud knocking abruptly shattered the tranquil ambiance of my bedroom.

Startled, I quickly removed the headphones, carefully placing them in the drawer before cautiously approaching the door.

With a sense of unease gnawing at me, I tentatively turned the doorknob and swung the door open, unsure of what or who awaited me on the other side.

And saw .

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" Woh kareeb hi na aaye,

Toh izhaar kya karte,

Khud baane nishaana,

Toh shikaar Kya karte,

     Mar gaaye par khuli rakhi ankhein,

                                  Isse zyada kisi ka intezar kya karte "

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