TaaRey- Ishq ki Ek Dastaan ( Update Part 9 on Pg. 35 ) - Page 2

The harmonious voice wafted through the Valleys of Teardrop hills alluring nature towards it. The pain was clearly visible in her voice. On a mattress there sat a damsel, the guitar held up with her fingers caressing the strings.

Her eyes were closed, her long, glossy strands flowing like a waterfall with droplets of water making their way down. She had purity in her face and on her face, her outfit; a red Salwaar Kameez dress with a white stole thrown back of her neck.

Mera kaun hai tere siva

Maula tu hi toh hai bas mera...

Nikali hoon sach ki talaash mein

Yeh jag toh hai maya tera...

Maula sun le re

Khudaya oh mere...

Maula sun le re

Mera mann jo kahe...

Sunn jab dil ki pukaar hai

Utha kaisa yeh sawaal hai

Nahin ab khabar na khayal hai

Hua kya yeh mera haal hai

Maula sun le re

Khudaya oh mere...

Mera mann jo kahe...

Mera kaun hai tere siva

Maula tu hi toh hai bas mera...

When her voice suddenly began drooping and then coming to an end she opened eyes and tears were clearly visible but she was trying really hard to control them. All the memories just came in flash in her mind.

Happy, Sweet, Romantic, Sour & Bitter Memories.

"Ahhh"

She breathed after reliving her past.

She took a book which was aside of her and opened with a heavy heart and saw his picture. Firstly she caressed the pic of him with closed eyes and a smile on her face but them she remembered something and she opened her eyes and a teardrop felled on his picture.

On the other hand Rey was sitting hugging her duppata & crying continuously.

Both were remembering their first meet.

8 months back

Taani twitched at the sound of the aero plane feeling restless. She squinted her eyes a little at the luminous light of the moon, sitting up. Running her hands through her silky strands, she pondered why she felt so restless. What was tonight's specialty which had made her, Taani; the girl who wouldn't wake up at the sound of her vociferous alarm tone wake up?

The sound slowly drifted away, bringing peace into her as she laid back, eyes wide open. It surprised her that a second ago she was feeling so tired and the next minute she didn't feel like blinking an eye. What was the meaning of this restlessness? Who was coming, and why was their arrival disturbing her so much? Or exciting her...

*~*~*

Rey gazed at the passenger who sat beside him. An old, wrinkly lady who had bored him to death in the flight. In the last remaining minutes of the flight, she had dozed off giving him a satisfaction to be alone with his trail of thoughts but yet the stupid announcements had intruded in his thoughts making him grit his teeth.

Concurrently, his screen went white with the familiar words

*~*~*

Rey breathed in a breath of freedom, a breath of manure? Disgusted, he turned to look at the bin where flies were busy making their home. The smell of rotten egg and droppings made him walk away. The things he had to bear, for a simple contract.

Sir!'

Cried a man who held a white mini board with his name imprinted with a black marker. Grinning, he rushed towards the driver who held the black door open.

"Aap ka luggage, sir?'

'It's arriving in a few hours. I just can't wait here anymore!'

He expressed slamming the door shut leaving a puzzled look on the driver's face. Perfect! This illiterate didn't understand English, no wonder he frowned at his words.

'Kahan jah rahe hain?'

He asked confusingly, as the driver looked at him through the rear view mirror. This man was so busy with his business, that he doesn't even know that his family residences here. Some businessman, he had to wake up for to pick him up and no politeness from him!

'Aap ke ghar, sir...'

He murmured harshly quietening Rey. How must this driver guy be feeling about him? His life had been so hectic; he could barely receive phone calls from his own family. But finally, he would be meeting them.

*~*~*

At Traffic Jam

"Sir ek baaat kaho?"

"Hmmm"

"Yahaan paas mein dargah hai. Log bahut mante hain agar aap bolo toh chale kya na main har 11^th ko wahaan jaata hoon subah subah par aaj..."

Gadhi guma lo...Chalte hai

He said sternly

At Dargah ( Terrace)

He stepped in & felt that something strange is coming in his way. Wind was blowing very fast.

Weather was just perfect, as god was giving sign that something big is going to happen. He took his handkerchief tied on his head & took the blessing on the stairs & proceeded further.

At Dargah( inside)

He entered, seeing the sacred place he closed his & made hands in the position to pray & asked

Rey's POV

"Ya khuda aaj aapke dar par aaya hoon khali haath, aap hamesha mujhe khushi dete aur phir use cheen lete...isliye kuch nahni mangna hai mujhe...bas strength dijiye aage ki life jeene ki...koi wajah dejiye jise yeh zindagi beeth jaye."

"Beta?"

A fikir asked

"Ji?"

"Yeh lo...yeh daga ise wahaan band do tumhari mannat puri ho jaayegi."

"Shukriya"

He took that daga & move towards the window which he pointed. It was a big window with jali which gives the view of the terrace of dargah on which thousands of threads were tied. He took the thread & started to tie suddenly he saw a damsel with closed eyes, tying the thread. She was in a pure white salwaar kameez, she had her duppata on her head & without makeup but looking gorgeous. Damm any man can fall for her at that moment. He stood frozen at that moment. Rey felt that his world stopped at once. He can only see her. She was driving him crazy.Through she was not visible properly because of jali but still the sight in front of him was the most beautiful sight ever.

"Qubool kijiya Ya Khuda"

She whispered

The voice, Man It took his heart away in another world.

And then she opened her beautiful almond shaped eyes in which he just drown.

Both Eyes met and wind was blowing her glossy strands.

For both of them nothing was visible except both of them.

After some time she broke the eyelock and said

"Aapka daga"

"Ji?"

"Aapko daga bandhna hai na?"

"Haan"

"Toh bandiye na?"

"Hmmm"

And started to tie daga but his gaze was on her which made her slight blush. And she went to come inside the dargah. He was seeing her from corner of his eye. And yes he was smiling after so many days.

After completing his tying stuff he went towards her who was joining her both hands like she was standing in a temple. All were looking her. He just smiled at her innocence & tapped her shoulder.

She turned towards him & now he can see her clearly

"Man!! She is goddess of beauty"

He thought. He felt mesmerized by her beauty. She had driven him mad with only her soft smile

"Ji"

Her beautiful voice disturbed his trance of thoughts.

"Woh...Aap...Aaapne...Aapke...Hath...Hath ...bahut pyare hain"

"Haan?"

"Nahin woh aapne hath galat..."

And she saw the position of her hands and bit her lower lip in embarrassment.

"Sorry Krishanaji...I mean Allah ji"

"God This girl so cute & adorable."

jUst this thought came in his mind.

She prayed & open her eyes and whispered

"Thanx"

"My pleasure"

He could answer.

And she went towards her way. He followed her till the doorstep of the Dargah (secretly)

He watched her till the end of the road and smiled.

"Sir?"

"Hmmm"

He said still busy in her thoughts.

"Chale?"

He turned towards him

"Hmmm"