Part Eight
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Disclaimer : The song used below was from Movie Lootera - Manmarziyaan. I request you to tune into it for a better read ^_^
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Yun to solah saavan aaye gaye
Gaur nahi kiya humne
Bheega man ka aangan is martaba
Kya jaane kya kiya tumne
She clutched his shirt tighter. And he could simply breathe harder, his eyes widened with the surprise gifted by his fate. He questioned the reality of moment several times, but finally he submitted to it, supporting her spine with his hands, pulling her closer. Back of the mind the same questions were rotating, was it real?
Dil mein jaagi..
Ishq waali manmarziyan, manmarziyan
He rested his head in the crook of her neck, surrendering in her midnight curls, inhaling her Rosy whiff.
When time elapsed he didn't knew, moreover suddenly everything was happening in ultra slow speed. But surely it was beautiful, all with that special stamp.
Zid ki maari (yun to solah)
Bholi bhaali (saavan)
Mannmarziyan (aaye gaye)
Mannmarziyan
A stupid smile was completely glued on his face, with those hidden sparkling drops in his eyes.
Should he simply close his eyes? But from inside he was afraid that he would miss the reality of the moment if it was happening for true.
But he simply resigned to the intensity of presence. He closed his eyes, cuddling her.
Several seconds were over and done.
Abb talak se
Kuchh alag si manmarziyan.. Manmarziyaan..
Hum zameen pe (bheega man ka)
Toh falak se (aangan)
Manmarziyan (iss martaba)
Man marziyaan...
And finally he opened his eyes when she stepped back, smiling. A strange glow was completely perceptible on her face. She simply smiled, stepping even back, tucking few hair strands behind her ear lobe. While her mouth was sealed with a smile, her eyes spoke volumes about her insides.
Sikkon jaise
Hai uchhaali
Manmarziyan, manmarziyaan
Zidd ki maare (yun to solah)
Bholi bhaali (saavan)
Manmarziyaan, manmarziyaan (aaye gaye)
His eyes were seeing nothing except her. No Desks, voice of chairs scrapping, opening and closure of doors, no such thing could distract him from his love. He smiled and smiled till he saw her turn away and walk toward her square.
The feeling he was harboring was something extraordinary. He wanted to fly to the seventh sky and thank his almighty for sending her for him. He made his way back to his chair brushing his hairs, trying to hide his wide white teeth which were showing off cautiously.
Be-adab si
Par gazab si
Manmarziyan, manmarziyan
All he could see from his desk was his blessed love working in her square, with a grin beautifying her. What was she up to? She didn't reply to his sayings. Neither she said anything. What is in her mind? Should he believe in her silence or on the emotions he'd witnessed in her eyes? He didn't know. But he had no mind to question such things anymore. He comforted on his chair, taking pleasure of the holy view.
Hosh khoya
Par sambhali manmarziyan (yun to solah)
Manmarziyaan (saavn)
Zidd ki maari (aaye gaye)
Bhooli bhaali manmarziyan,
manmarziyan
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Edited by Incandescence. - 12 years ago
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