Part_1
It was a fresh friday morning, the thick grey clouds were covering the sky of Delhi, it was drizzling and the atmosphere looked beautiful. Razia Nasir Ahmed walked towards the dargah with her cousin sister Shazia at 9;00 am, the roads were wet and muddy and they didn't have an umbrella with them, Razia wore a black simple dress and covered her head with the dupatta.
Shazia; Razia barish hogai to?
Razia; to kya aapi? aapko pta hai na ami har jumme ko dargah aati thi aur aaj to unki barsi he, hum har jumme pe to aate nhi aaj to hamen mat rokiye
Shazia; hum rok nahi rhe Razia..lekin
Razia; aapi bas hum jaldi se jayenge chaadar chada k forun wapas ajayenge.
They reached the dargah and stopped at a shop to buy the long cloth, as Razia was selecting the cloth, she felt a pair of eyes staring at her. She got conscious, she didn't move her head and just tried to peek with her eyes. And she saw those eyes, a pair of beautiful green gray eyes stared at her, the eyes were big and the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen, but she was not interested.
Razia; aapi, wo wahan...koi hamen ghoor rha he
Shazia; RAzia tumhen to pta he na, yahan kese kese log aate hen, dhyan mat do aur chalo
They walked away and went inside the dargah, the ladies portion was separate so she sighed in relief.
After a while when they returned, Razia saw those eyes again, and this time so close, looking directly into hers, she almost bumped into him. She started trembling, he scanned her from top to bottom and smiled, Razia looked at him too but just his face, not just his eyes but his features were gorgeous too, a slim face with a beautiful jawline covered with a stubble, long slim nose, and beautiful wavy brown hair that were completely wet due to the constant drizzle. He moved his hand towards her, Razia jumped back, he had a small bouqet in his hand. He wore a plain black pathani with a black muslim cap.
"aapse haseen na sahi pr aapko tohfa dene k laiq phool zarur hen ye mohtarma" he said in a flirty voice
Shazia; badtameez, hat pare ghar me maa behen nhi tumhare
she pulled RAzia away, but he ddin't give up, he followed them
"arre naam to btati jao mohtarma, haseena, jameela, kya kahen tumhen" he called from behind
Shazia; begairat inhe aur koi kaam nhi hta.
Suddenly he came infront of her and bumped into her, she lost balance and was about to fall, he caught her and she fell in his arms, he caught her from her waist supporting her weight, and suddenly a garland fell on them, covering them completely.
Razia; dikhai nahi deta aapko?
"waqai..abhi to hamen aapke siwa kuch dikhai nhi de rha" he replied, he was staring at her blankly.
Shazia came to them, removed the garland and pulled Razia.
Shazia; door raho smjhe wrna joote se marenge tumhen
Shazia was pulling Razia away, but he caught her from the other hand, and walked towards Shazia.
"dekho khatoon, jab humen kuch pasand ata he na to use chura lete hen hum, aapki choti si chappal se humen dar nhi lagta" he said with a smirk
Razia; dekhiye aapko Allah ka waasta humara peecha chodiye
Razia begged, he left her hand instantly.
"aap yun minaten na kijiye, aap hamen hukum bhi deti to hum aapko jaane dete mohtarma" his voice was flirty his eyes fixed on her face.
Razia looked down
Shazia; chalo Razia
they both walked away.
"Razia" he said sighing in relief. Two guys came to him. One short heighted and plum, the other tall and smart. The plum one was named Zaroon, the smart one was Ittefaq
Zaroon; kya miyan, kyun shareef ladki ko ched rhe the tum
"hum ched nhi rahe the, Ikhityar Mirza ki fitrat me chedna nhi aata miyan" he replied in anger
Ittefaq; to kya kr rhe the?
Ikhtiyar; arre humen pta nhi kya hogya use dekh k, itni khoobsoorat, itni paak, itni roohani ankhen, esi ladki to kabhi hamare khwabon me bhi nhi aayi miyan. Zaroon pta kro ye kon hai kahan rehti he kya krti he, hamen iske baare me sb kuch janna he
Zaroon; kyun miyan? pehli mulaqaat me dil haar bethe kya?
Ikhtiyar; hamara dil ab hamara kahan rha miyan, ye to uska he, jise dekh k ye dhadakta he.
Razia went back to her house and sat down, she was panting.
Shazia; pareshan mat ho Razia ese lafunge to milte rehte hen bhool jao
RAzia; aapi lekin dargah jesi paak jagah pr bhi, sharam kyun nhi aati logon ko
Shazia; chodo na, tum aram kro
Razia; humen library jana he dopeher ko, abu k liye khana le kr aur kuch kitaben bhi leni hen
Shazia; theek he mai chalti hun
RAzia; jee aapi
Razia went to her room to change, and as she opened her cupboard, something that she saw made her smile and forget her encounter with him. She picked up the paper with the drawing that she made, that made her smile, and lay down on the bed.
Razia; kitne fazool log miljate hen na, hamen aap kab milenge MAlik?
she smiled and blushed closing her eyes.
Shazia had forgotten something so she returned, and not being able to find it she came to ask RAzia for help only to find her laying with her wet clothes on the bed with her drawing
Shazia; uff Razia...chodo ise, khoon na jalao hamara, sach me tumhari is bewaqqofiyon k aage na hum sochte hen wo dargah wala lafunga hi acha tha
RAzia; aapi?! hamare Malik ko kisi dargah k gunde se mat jodiye, kahan ye kahan wo
Shazia; Razia tum pagal ho kya?
Razia; pagalpana kesa aapi? kisi ko ranjha pasand hta he kisi ko majnu, kisi ko shah jahan, to kisi ko DDLJ ka Shahrukh, bas hamari pasand thodi mukhtalif he
Shazia; mukhtalif? tumhari pasand bilkul atrangi he Razia...majnu ranjha shahrukh ko sb jaante hen unki kahaniyan mashoor hen pr
she snatched her drawing and pointed at it
Shazia; isko koi nhi jaanta, iski tasveeren bhi tum apne khayalon se bnati ho
RAzia; aapi!! jo bhi ho, is dunya main, MAlik Ikhityar-ud-din Altunia jesa ashiq na tha na hai aur na hi kabhi hoga.
she took her drawing back and stared at it smiling.
Edited by overactor - 9 years ago
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