31.nabhan
Alfaaz
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It's like a ticking bomb,testing our patients. It like one second is like an hour.
Personal experience is chemistry class I hate chemistry and just can't wait for the lecturer go. Cherry on cake is the lecture is at last hour and it feels like someone just come and pick me to home.
One minute feels like five minutes but somehow I control my lazy self and try,I repeat try to concentrate on what the lecture is about.
But for lovers it's more than me and my home. They have to stay away for years and meet each other if I repeat if fate let them meet.
This is the minus point of love, we can't stay without our lover and do something when our parents says us that this alliance is not suitable for us.
I understand that love is also about yearning for each other but sometimes we should understand our parents and let that love be incomplete for the sake of parents and try to survive with parents choice than we might get a love we deserve.
This all must be easy to say but when it comes to put this in action it takes alot but we had accept out destiny.
Amaya did the same to me and I accept our future. At a point I thought myself away from her and survived for almost three years.
Now that she knows what I feel and what I think it made me feel like a fool to again pull her here in my hell.
Whatever was our past but now I feel like I can't face her after what I did last night. I said her all of it
I opened my heart to her which I never did not even her. It must be look like I am trying to force her in all this and forcing her to accept me.
She told that she will say the answer now but I don't think I have any courage to face her. I won't show her my face.
But something in me is ignite to see her and know what she thinks about all these and her decision. Uff!! It's so hard to breathe now. I was now in my room old room to avoid Amaya so I came back to my home and faced loads of lecture from ayesha bhabhi and Nadia bhabhi.
I layed on my bed which once had amaya beside me. I turned to couch and remembered the time she sat over there reciting surah yaseen and blow over my face.
Sighing I shut my eyes and tried to sleep but it was nowhere near me. I picked my phone to see faris's missed calls. Frowning I called back.
"Where the hell are you bhai?!"came his irritated voice which worried me.
"Kyu kya hua....."I sat on bed rubbing my eyes.
"Amaya... She is in hospital." My breath hitched at his words
"Why?"he heaved a breath at my question.
"Don't know she was complaining about some pain in abdomen and now we both are here come fast bhai!!" I was already on feet picking everything.
"Okay wait till I come." I rushed out of room to see ayesha bhabhi and sadiq bhai walking in garden.
"Kaha nabhan?" Ayesha bhbhi asked with a smile trying to tease me.
"Hospital.... Amaya is not well bhabhi." I sighed and calmed my heart before answering. Both of them had a worried frown now.
"Let me come with you. "I nodded as a lady might help us. We both rush to car and were on road in no time.
"Relax nabhan koi tension wali baath nahi hogi."I nodded and tried to calm myself but seeing Amaya in pain can really.....
We walked out and rushed in hospital to see Amaya walking around with some doctor and a child in her hands faris was nowhere to seen.
"She looks fine nabhan...."I gulped and walked to them but froze on what a lady said.
"You will be great a mother Amaya."she smiled and nodded.
Inhaling deeply I walked back to bhabhi. She frown and asked in gesture why I came back.
"You go bhabhi." She rolled her eyes and walked to them I could see pain in Amaya's eyes when she gave the baby back to doctor.
"Kya hua Amaya sabh theek hain na... Tum yaha?" She was surprised seeing us but when her eyes met mine she understood.
"Haan bas check up ke liye aur medicene ki wajah se abdomen mein dard bhi horaha tha....." She explained walking to us looking beautiful in that loose hijab and shawl draped covering her body from rain cold and people's eyes.
"Days par ho kya"Amaya nodded and and stood beside me I looked away.
"Yeh layein hain aapko yaha...?" She asked pointing at me
"Haan na woh tum..." Ayesha was confused seeing us this way but nodded.
"It's okay you all can go home faris is with me." She explained us while it irritated me that why always faris and not me.
"Hua kya hain yeh bologi...." Amaya smiled but I saw her eyes glistening. It broke my heart in pieces remembering the time when she told me about......
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ðð®ð¢ðºð¢ ð¸ð¢ð´ ð´ð®ðªððªð¯ð¨ ð¢ðð ðµðªð®ð¦ ðµðªðð ð´ð©ð¦ ð¦ð¯ðµð¦ð³ð¦ð¥ ðµð©ð¦ ð¬ðªð¥ð´ ð´ð¦ð¤ðµðªð°ð¯.
ð ð¸ð¢ðð¬ð¦ð¥ ðµð° ð©ð¦ð³ ð«ð¶ð´ðµ ðµð° ðµð¦ð¢ð´ð¦ ð¢ ð£ðªðµ ð¥ðªð¥ð¯'ðµ ð¬ð¯ð¦ð¸ ðµð©ð¢ðµ ðªðµ ð¸ðªðð ð¤ð³ð¦ð¢ðµð¦ ð¢ ð©ð¢ð·ð°ð¤ ð§ð°ð³ ð¶ð´ ð£ð°ðµð©.
ðð©ð¦ ð©ð¢ð¥ ð¢ ðð°ð¯ð¨ðªð¯ð¨ ð¨ð¢ð»ð¦ ð°ð¯ ð¢ ð£ð¦ð¢ð¶ðµðªð§ð¶ð ð£ð¢ð£ðº ð°ð¯ð¦ð´ðªð¦. ð ð¸ð¢ðð¬ð¦ð¥ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð´ðµð°ð°ð¥ ð°ð±ð±ð°ð´ðªðµð¦ ðµð° ð©ð¦ð³.
"ð ð°ð¶ ð¸ð¢ð¯ðµ ðµð©ðªð´ ðð°ð·ð¦?"ðð©ð¦ ð´ð®ðªðð¦ð¥ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð´ð©ð°ð°ð¬ ð©ð¦ð³ ð©ð¦ð¢ð¥ ð¸ðªðµð© ð¢ ð´ð®ð¢ðð ð´ð®ðªðð¦. ð ð¯ð¦ð·ð¦ð³ ð¯ð¦ð¸ ðªðµ ð¸ð¢ð´ ð¢ ð´ð¢ð¥ ð´ð®ðªðð¦.
"ðð¢ð©ðª.... ðð¶ð¤ð© ð±ð³ð°ð¤ð¦ð´ð´ ð©ð°ðµð¢ ðºð¦ð© ðð¦ð¯ð¦ ð´ð¦ ð±ð¦ð©ðð¦ ð±ð¢ðµð¢ ð©ð¢ðªð¯ ðµð¶ð®ð©ð¦?" ðð©ð¦ ðªð¨ð¯ð°ð³ð¦ð¥ ð®ðº ð¤ð°ð®ð®ð¦ð¯ðµ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð´ðµð¢ð³ð¦ð¥ ð°ð¯ ð¢ ð´ð®ð¢ðð ðµðªð¯ðº ð¤ð¶ðµð¦ ððªðµðµðð¦ ð§ð³ð°ð¤ð¬ ð¸ð©ðªð¤ð© ð¸ð¢ð´ ðªð¯ ð±ðªð¯ð¬ ð¤ð°ðð°ð³.
"ðð©ð¦ ð¤ð¢ð¯ ð£ð¦ ð¥ð¢ð¥ð¥ðº'ð´ ð±ð³ðªð¯ð¤ð¦ð´ð´ ðºð°ð¶ ð¬ð¯ð°ð¸." ðð©ð¦ ð©ð¶ð®ð®ð¦ð¥ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¸ð¢ðð¬ð¦ð¥ ð§ð¶ð³ðµð©ð¦ð³ ð¸ðªðµð© ð®ð¦ ð§ð°ððð°ð¸ðªð¯ð¨ ð©ð¦ð³.
"ðð¢ð©ðª ðµð¶ð® ð¬ð¢ð©ð° ðµð°ð© ð¦ð¬ ð¥ð³ð¦ð´ð´ ð¢ð£ð©ðª ðð¦ ðð¦ðµð¦ ð©ð¢ðªð¯ ð±ð©ðªð³ ð¢ð¢ðºð¦ð¯ð¨ð¦ ðµð°ð© ð£ð¢ð©ð°ðµ ð¸ð¢ð¢ððª ð´ð©ð°ð±ð±ðªð¯ð¨ ð¬ð¢ð³ðð¦ð¯ð¨ð¦." ðð¨ð¯ð°ð³ðªð¯ð¨ ð®ð¦ ð´ð©ð¦ ð¬ð¦ð±ðµ ð¸ð¢ðð¬ðªð¯ð¨.
"ð ð¢ð©ð¢ ð´ðªð³ð§ ð¢ð£ð©ðª ð¢ð¢ð´ð¢ð¬ðµðª ð©ð°ð°ð¯ ð®ð¦ðªð¯ ð¯ð¢ð£ð©ð¢ð¯ ð±ð©ðªð³ ð¬ð¢ð£ð©ðª ð¢ð£ð©ðª ð¢ð¢ð°ð¯ð¨ðª."ð©ð¦ð³ ð´ð°ð§ðµ ð´ð¢ð¥ ð·ð°ðªð¤ð¦ ð¤ð°ð¯ð§ð¶ð´ð¦ð¥ ð®ð¦.
"ðð³ð³ð¦ðº ð¬ðºð¶? ðð§ ðºð°ð¶ ð¸ð¢ð¯ðµ ð¸ð¦ ð¤ð¢ð¯ ð¦ð·ð¦ð¯ ð´ðµð¢ð³ðµ ðµð©ð¦ ð±ð³ð°ð¤ð¦ð´ð´ ððªð¬ð¦ ð ð¢ð® ð³ð¦ð¢ð¥ðº." ðð©ð¦ ðµð¶ð³ð¯ð¦ð¥ ðµð° ð®ð¦ ð¢ð´ ðªð§ ð ð©ð¢ð·ð¦ ð¨ð³ð°ð¸ð¯ ð§ðªð·ð¦ ð©ð¦ð¢ð¥ð´. ðð©ð¦ ð´ðªð¨ð©ð¦ð¥ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¸ð¢ðð¬ð¦ð¥ ðµð° ð¨ð¦ð¯ðµð´ ð´ð¦ð¤ðµðªð°ð¯.
ðð©ð¦ ð±ðªð¤ð¬ð¦ð¥ ð¢ ð£ð¦ð¢ð¶ðµðªð§ð¶ð ð¨ð³ð¦ðº ð´ð©ðªð³ðµ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðµð¶ð³ð¯ð¦ð¥ ðµð° ð®ð¦.
"ðð©ðªð´ ðð°ð°ð¬ð´ ð¨ð°ð°ð¥ ð¯ð¢? ð ð°ð¶ ð¸ð¢ð¯ðµ ðµð©ðªð´?" ðð©ð¦ ð¢ð´ð¬ð¦ð¥ ð¬ð¦ð¦ð±ðªð¯ð¨ ðªðµ ð°ð¯ ð®ð¦ ð¢ð´ ð®ð¦ð¢ð´ð¶ð³ðªð¯ð¨ ðµð©ð¦ ð´ð©ðªð³ðµ ð¸ðªðµð© ð®ðº ð´ð©ðªð³ðµ ð´ðªð»ð¦.
"ð ð¸ð¢ð¯ðµ ð¦ð·ð¦ð³ðºðµð©ðªð¯ð¨ ðºð°ð¶ ð¸ð¢ð¯ðµ ðð°ð·ð¦.'ðð©ð¦ ð¤ð©ð¶ð¤ð¬ðð¦ð¥ ð¤ð©ð¦ð¤ð¬ðªð¯ð¨ ðµð©ð¦ ð´ðªð»ð¦ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð±ð³ðªð»ð¦ ð°ð§ ð´ð©ðªð³ðµ.
ðð©ð¦ ð¸ð¢ð´ð¯'ðµ ðµð¢ðð¬ðªð¯ð¨ ð¯ð°ð¯ð´ð¦ð¯ð´ð¦ ðµð©ð¢ðµ ðµðªð®ð¦ ð´ð©ð¦ ð¸ð¢ð´ ð²ð¶ðªðµð¦ ð¢ð´ ðªð§ ð¥ð¦ð¦ð± ðªð¯ ðµð©ð°ð¶ð¨ð©ðµ.
"ðð¦ð³ð¦ ð¥ðªðð ð¬ð° ð®ð¢ð³ð¯ð¦ ð¬ð¦ ð®ð¢ð¯ð´ð°ð°ð£ð¦ðº ðµð°ð© ð¯ð¢ð©ðª ð£ð¢ð¯ð¢ ð³ð¢ð©ðª ðµð¶ð®."ðð©ð¦ ð©ð¶ð®ð®ð¦ð¥.
"ðð©ð¢ð£ð©ðª ð´ð©ð¦ ðªð´ ð¨ð°ð¯ð¯ð¢ ð¬ðªðð ð®ð¦ ð¯ð°ð¸ ð£ð¦ ð³ð¦ð¢ð¥ðº ð¬ð¢ð§ð¢ð¯ ð¥ð¢ð§ð¢ð¯ ð¬ð¢ ðªð¯ðµð¦ð»ð¢ð¢ð® ð¬ð¢ð³ðð° ð´ð¢ð£ð©ðª."
"ðð¢ð£ð©ð¢ð¯!" ðð·ð¦ð³ðºð°ð¯ð¦ ðªð¯ ð¤ð¢ð³ ðºð¦ððð¦ð¥ ð ðð¶ð³ð¯ð¦ð¥ ðµð° ðð®ð¢ðºð¢ ð¸ð©ð° ð¨ðð¢ð³ð¦ð¥ ð®ð¦ ð ð¨ð³ðªð¯ð¯ð¦ð¥.
"ðð¦ð¬ð©ð° ð®ð¢ð³ð¨ð¢ðºð¢ ð¯ð¢ ð®ð¦ðªð¯, ð®ð¢ð³ð¥ð¢ðð¢ ðµð¶ð®ð¯ð¦ ð®ð¶ð«ð©ð¦."ðð©ð¦ ð¨ðð¢ð³ð¦ð¥ ð®ð¦ ð§ð°ð³ ð¢ ð¨ð°ð°ð¥ ð§ðªð·ð¦ ð´ð¦ð¤ð°ð¯ð¥ð´.
"ð ð¸ð¢ð´ ð«ð¶ð´ðµ-" ð ð´ð¢ðªð¥ ð¸ðªðµð© ð¢ ð´ð®ðªðð¦.
ðð©ð¦ ðµð¶ð³ð¯ð¦ð¥ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð´ð©ð¶ðµ ð©ð¦ð³ ð¦ðºð¦ð´
"ððºð¶ ð¬ð¢ð©ð¢ ð¸ð¢ðªð´ð¢ ð¯ð¢ð£ð©ð¢ð¯ ð¨ð¢ðð¢ðµ ð£ð¢ð¢ðµð©." ðð¢ð¥ðªð¢ ð£ð©ð¢ð£ð©ðª ð¨ð¢ð·ð¦ ð¢ ð¥ðªð´ð¢ð±ð±ð³ð°ð·ðªð¯ð¨ ðð°ð°ð¬.
"ðð°ð³ð³ðº ð®ð¦ðªð¯ ðµð°ð© ð£ð¢ð´ ð®ð¢ð»ð¢ð¬ ð¬ð¢ð³ð¢ð©ð¢ ðµð©ð¢."ð ð´ð©ðªð¨ð©ð¦ð¥ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¥ð³ð°ð·ð¦ ðµð° ð©ð°ð®ð¦.
ðð©ð¢ðµ ð¯ðªð¨ð©ðµ ð¸ð©ð¦ð¯ ð´ð©ð¦ ð¸ð¢ð´ ð°ð¯ ð£ð¦ð¥ ðµð³ðºðªð¯ð¨ ðµð° ð´ðð¦ð¦ð± ðªð¯ ð®ðº ð¢ð³ð®ð´ ð£ð¶ðµ ð¤ð³ðªð¦ð¥ ð©ð¶ð¨ð¨ðªð¯ð¨ ð®ð¦.
"ðð©ð¢ðµ'ð´ ðµð©ð¦ ð³ð¦ð¢ð´ð°ð¯ ð£ð¦ð©ðªð¯ð¥ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ðµð¦ð¢ð³ð´ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð´ðªðð¦ð¯ð¤ð¦ ðð°ð·ð¦ ðð¦ðµ ð®ð¦ ð¬ð¯ð°ð¸... ðð®ð®?" ð ðµð³ðªð¦ð¥ ðµð° ð£ð¦ ð±ð°ð¦ðµðªð¤ ð£ð¶ðµ ð§ð¢ðªðð¦ð¥.
"ð ð¢ð® ð´ð°ð³ð³ðº ð ð¥ðªð¥ð¯'ðµ ð´ð¢ðªð¥ ðªðµ ðµð° ðºð°ð¶ ð£ð¶ðµ ð¯ð°ð¸ ð ð¤ð¢ð¯'ðµ ð©ð¦ðð± ðªðµ..." ð ð¸ðªð±ð¦ð¥ ð©ð¦ð³ ðµð¦ð¢ð³ð´ ð¢ð´ ð´ð©ð¦ ð©ð¦ðð¥ ð®ð¦ ð¤ðð°ð´ð¦ ðµð° ð©ð¦ð³.
"ðð©ð¢ðµ ðªð´ ðªðµ ðð°ð·ð¦?" ð ð¢ð´ð¬ð¦ð¥ ð¸ð³ð¢ð±ð±ðªð¯ð¨ ð®ðº ð©ð¢ð¯ð¥ð´ ð¢ð³ð°ð¶ð¯ð¥ ð©ð¦ð³ ð¸ð¢ðªð´ðµ.
ðð©ð¦ ð¸ðªð±ð¦ð¥ ð©ð¦ð³ ð§ð¢ð¤ð¦ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðð°ð°ð¬ð¦ð¥ ðªð¯ ð®ðº ð¦ðºð¦ð´. ð ð´ð®ðªðð¦ð¥ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¸ðªð±ð¦ð¥ ð©ð¦ð³ ð§ð³ð¦ð´ð© ðµð¦ð¢ð³ð´.
"ðð¦ ð¤ð¢ð¯'ðµ ð£ð¦ ð±ð¢ð³ð¦ð¯ðµð´......"
"ððµð¯ðª ð´ðª ð£ð¢ð¢ðµð©?" ðð©ð¦ ð£ððªð¯ð¬ð¦ð¥ ð©ð¦ð³ ð¦ðºð¦ð´ ð´ðµð¢ð³ðªð¯ð¨ ð®ð¦ ð ð´ð®ðªðð¦ð¥.
"ðð°ð·ð¦ ð¥ð° ð¸ð¦ ð¯ð¦ð¦ð¥ ð¢ ð£ð¢ð£ðº ð¸ð©ð¦ð¯ ðºð°ð¶ ð©ð¢ð·ð¦ ð®ð¦ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð ð²ð©ð·ð¦ ðºð°ð¶ ð©ð®ð®?"
"ð ð°ð¶ ð¥ð°ð¯'ðµ ð¸ð¢ð¯ðµ ð¬ðªð¥ð´ ð¯ð¢ð£ð©ð¢ð¯ " ðð©ð¶ð¤ð¬ððªð¯ð¨ ð ð±ð¶ððð¦ð¥ ð©ð¦ð³ ðªð¯ ð©ð¶ð¨ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¯ð¶ð»ð»ðð¦ ðªð¯ ð©ð¦ð³ ð¯ð¦ð¤ð¬.
"ðð¦ ð®ð¢ð§ðªð¢ ð¥ð°ð¯'ðµ ð¯ð¦ð¦ð¥ ð¬ðªð¥ð´ ð¸ð¦ ð¢ð³ð¦ ð©ð¢ð±ð±ðº ð¸ðªðµð© ð¢ ð¸ðªð§ð¦" ðð©ð¦ ð´ðªð¨ð©ð¦ð¥ ð£ð¶ðµ ð¸ð¢ð´ð¯'ðµ ð´ð¢ðµðªð´ð§ðªð¦ð¥.
"ðð¢ð£ð©ð¢ð¯ ðºð°ð¶ ð¤ð¢ð¯ð¯ð°ðµ ð£ð¦ ð¢ ð§ð¢ðµð©ð¦ð³ ð¥ð° ðºð°ð¶ ð¶ð¯ð¥ð¦ð³ð´ðµð¢ð¯ð¥ ðµð©ðªð´"ð´ð©ð¦ ð´ð¢ðªð¥ ð¸ðªðµð© ð¢ ð§ð¦ð¢ð³ ðªð¯ ð¦ðºð¦ð´.
"ðð®ð¢ðºð¢ ð ð¥ð°ð¯'ðµ ð¦ð·ð¦ð¯ ð¸ð¢ð¯ðµ ðµð° ð£ð¦ ð¢ ð§ð¢ðµð©ð¦ð³ ð°ð¬ð¢ðº.... ð ð¢ð® ð©ð¢ð±ð±ðº ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð®ð°ð³ð¦ ð´ð¢ðµðªð´ð§ðªð¦ð¥ ð¸ðªðµð© ðºð°ð¶ ð´ð° ð¯ð° ð¯ð¦ð¦ð¥ ðµð° ð´ðµð³ð¦ð´ð´ ð¢ð£ð°ð¶ðµ ð¢ðð ðµð©ð¢ðµ... ðð¢ð¢ð¯ ð¸ð°ð© ð£ð¢ð¢ðµð© ð¢ðð¢ð¨ ð©ð°ð¨ðª ð¢ð¨ð¢ð³ ðµð¶ð®ð©ð¦ ð¶ð´ð¬ð¢ ð±ð³ð°ð¤ð¦ð´ð´-"
ðð¦ð§ð°ð³ð¦ ð ð¤ð°ð¶ðð¥ ð¤ð°ð®ð±ðð¦ðµð¦ ð´ð©ð¦ ð¤ð©ð¶ð¤ð¬ðð¦ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð©ð¶ð¨ð¨ð¦ð¥ ð®ð¦ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð ð¤ð°ð¶ðð¥ ð´ð¢ðº ðµð©ð¢ðµ ð´ð©ð¦ ð¸ð¢ð´ ð´ð©ðº.
ðð©ðªð´ ð¯ðªð¨ð©ðµ ð ð´ðð¦ð±ðµ ð¸ðªðµð© ðµð©ð°ð¶ð¨ð©ðµ ð°ð§ ð©ð°ð¸ ð¥ðªð§ð§ð¦ð³ð¦ð¯ðµ ðªðµ ð¸ðªðð ð£ð¦ ððªðµð©ð°ð¶ðµ ð¢ ð¤ð©ðªðð¥ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðµð©ð°ð¶ð¨ð©ðµ ð°ð§ ð±ð¢ðªð¯ ð´ð©ð¦ ð§ð¢ð¤ð¦ð¥.
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