A story about love and rivalry.
What will happen when two families collide with each other again?
What will happen when history repeats itself?
What will happen when mysteries are resolved?
What will happen when they will lose someone?
What will h...
Just like any other day, Rumaisa was done with her university. As she was going towards the parking lot, she bumped into something or someone.
"Aye yeh dewaar yahan kahan say aagaye?!" She spoke rubbing her forehead (Ouch! Why is there a wall?!)
She looked up to find a man looking at her more like gwaking at her. She quickly apologized and left not knowing the storm she created in his heart.
"Yeh kon thi, Shehroz?" He asked his brother while looking at her disappearing figure (Who is she?) "Yeh? Yeh topper hai arts department ki. Waisay aap kyun pooch rahay hain, Shahyaan bhai?" Shehroz Ali Khan, the most spoiled student of this university replied to his older brother (She? She is the topper of arts department. By the way, why are you asking?)
Shahyan Ali Khan nodded and turned to leave. On the other hand Rumaisa came where her brother was waiting for her. He looked at her worriedly.
"Kahan reh gaye thi? Aur phone kyun band hai tumhara?" Ahad asked (Where were you? And why is your phone powered off?) "Bhai aatay huay uss Shehroz k bhai say takra gaye thi! Pata hai woh kamina ghoor kitna raha tha?! Aisa lag raha tha k aaj tak kabhi koi larkidekhi hi nahi ussnay! Ghatiya admi!" Rumaisa told (I bumped into that Shehroz's brother! You know how that bastard was starting?! Like he never saw a women before! Stupid man!)
Ahad looked at his sister's angry face and burst out laughing. His laughter enraged her even more. She looked at him but her eyes started to tear up. Ahad stopped laughing and hugged his sister.
"Sorry bacha" he whispered softly "I need ice cream" she said
Nodding his head, they both sat in the car and left that place but they didn't notice someone was looking at them with anger, rage and jealousy. It was none other than Shahyan. He hated it. He hated how that boy hugged her.
"Saga bhai hai usska" he heard Shehroz (He is her brother) "Ullo k pathay pehlay bolta nah!" With that, Shehroz got a smack (You fool! You should've said that before!)
He hissed while sulking. They got into the car as Shahyan dropped Shehroz home and went to his company. He entered his office to get irritated by his cousin who is the daughter of his aunty from maternal side, Palwashay Khan.
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Palwashay Khan
"Hi" she said in her annoying voice "What do you want?" Shahyan asked "You" she replied "Stop being shameless and get out!" His voice roared in the office
She looked at him and left. He angrily sat while rubbing his temple. He closed his eyes to see those stormy grey ones. Her voice echoed in his ears calming him. He tried to concentrate but his mind was stuck in her. He wanted to see her again. He wanted to hide her for himself. He wanted to keep her away from eyes of everyone. He wanted to protect her. He wanted her in his arms. He wanted her warmth. He wanted her to be his. HE NEED HER. Sighing, he stormed out of the office and drove home. He was welcomed by his grandmother, Sumaira Khan who was seated on the swing present in the garden. She called him.
"Asalam O Alikum, dadi ma" he greeted "Walikum Asalam" she replied "Dadi ma" he placed his head on her lap "Kya hua?" She asked (What happened?) "Mohabbat honay mein kitni dair lagti hai?" He asked (How long does it take to fall in love?) "Aik jhalak"she replied (One look) "Mohabbat aur Ishq mein kya fark hai?" He asked (What is the difference between fondness and love?) "Mohabbat aur Ishq mein sirf itna hi fark hai k aik mein sabr ho jata hai aur aik mein nahi. Mohabbat khamosh hoti hai aur Ishq shor machata hai. Mohabbat dastbardaar ho jati hai lekin Ishq fana kar dayta hai. Mohabbat raaton ki neendeincheenlayti hai aur Ishq zindagi ka sakoon. Mohabbat zindagi bhar ka kamana hai aur Ishq lutana" she explained (The difference between love and fondness is that one learns to be patient while the other one doesn't. Fondness is silent while love is loud and wild. Fondness teaches to be separated but love burns you to nothing. Fondness steals your sleep but Love destroys peace. Fondness is your life's savings while Love is your squandering.) "Dadi ma pata kaisa chalta hai k aapko Mohabbat ho gaye hai?" He asked innocently (How do you know that you are in love?) "Akhein band karein toh woh nazar aaye. Usski awaaz tujhay sakoon day. Usska door rehna teri saansiencheen lay. Ussko dekhna ka dil chahay. Iss duniya say ussko chupanay ka dil karay" she replied (Whenever you close you eyes you see her. Her voice brings you peace. Staying away from her steals your breaths. Your heart wants see her again and again. You want to hide her from this world)
They stayed like this for a long moment. He was silently absorbing everything single details. His eyes were closed, his features were soft but his heart and mind were on fire. His soul was burning and he needed her to calm him. After a while he sighed and looked towards his grandmother who was already looking at him with a smile adoring her lips.
"Ishq ho gaya hai mujhay" he whispered (I am in love) "Barbaadi mubarak" she replied (Congratulations on your loss)
With that they both shed some unshed and painful tears while someone was watching them with agony in his eyes.
"Allah tujhay sabr day meray bachay. Ishq ka azaab mol liya hai tunay. Waqt khud ko dohra raha hai. Iss baar kahani mukamal hogi chahay khud say yah phir zabardasti say" whispered Dawood Ali Khan, his grandfather with tears in his eyes (May Allah grant you patience, dear. You accepted the doom of love my child. History is repeating itself but this time story will reach its end either by hook or crook) ************************************** Thank you for reading 😊❤️ Kindly do vote❤️
