Kaisi Teri Khudgharzi (ARY) DT #3 II Danish Taimoor, DurE Fishaan II - Page 96

Originally posted by: narobi

lo bhai merko laga repetitive hojayega to kadai chicken laayi but lo beta Ye show 12 nai ek dum 36 masale wala show hai, barabar bola na ? 😂 and sabse bada nuska hai Danish ka chhonka in sab mein here and there where a filler episode is even so much engaging and so fun to watch 👏🏻

Kadai chicken mast hai, next week bhut jolokia wale chicken wings honge 🤣

Danish hai ki kamaal yaar jo karta hai, bhale ek scene ho nazar uspe hi ruk jaati hai ❤️

Originally posted by: Ashley.Tisdale

You know I can't watch the screen when Danny's on for like more than 10 seconds in a go I start blushing ☺️🤣🤣

And my parents are in the room, last thing I wanna do is alarm them anymore than normal

Too beautiful yaar uff ❤️youtube pe dekhliya Karo 😉 akele

Originally posted by: narobi

I am telling you danish states mein baitha show dekh raha hoga and promo and while teaching chokeslams and ayeza painting the kids and the kids will be like ehehehehhee bahaut aaala papa 😂😂😂

Abhi US mein dekh rahe honge ye log baithke and yehi exact scene chal raha hoga 🤣

For me the best shamsher antic today was when he threw the phone out of the window 🤣

Originally posted by: Ashley.Tisdale

Okay just as promised, an OS on Shamsher, after he's lost Mehak. My interpretation of what he would go through 😊

Warning: Does have mature theme because...well its Shamsher we're dealing with here 😆❤️

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Beautiful Pain

The burn of the alcohol was nothing like the burn coursing in my veins. It felt like ever cell of mine was on fire, and the fire had been on so long, that it did not even bother me anymore. The world was spinning out of control until it was a blur of shapeless objects. Colors did not make any sense. Food did not make any sense. Life did not make any sense.

She was gone…how would anything else even matter now?

The only girl who made me feel something…alive.

Mehak.

F**k, it was painful to even think of her name.

Losing her meant I lost a part of me. No…my entire being was as good as non-existent. I would not see her again. I would not marry her now. I would not wake up next to her. I would not be able to make her feel like the queen she was.

No nothing. Everything was over within a blink of an eye.

I knew my family was terrified of my behavior. My mother would bring a tray full of food everyday for every meal, only to have it returned untouched. My brother tried to talk to me but I was so zoned out that I did not even hear what he said. My father was trying to send me somewhere “for a break” but I did not have the will to get off the bed. My friend, Shahmeer was calling me regularly, but I did not receive the calls, neither did I bother to return his calls.

Numbing the pain with alcohol was the only solution. As the world grew dizzier with every sip, I laughed at my plight bitterly. Fate had played the worst game with me.

I had everything in the world. All I had to do was declare that I wanted something. But this time…who would I tell that I wanted Mehak? She was gone forever, and there was no way in the universe I could get her back.

The bitter taste of cigarettes was hurting my throat. It did not bother me though, nothing bothered me. No pain was as bad as the suffering I was feeling right now. I needed to numb it though, somehow. Even if it were for a short period of time, just enough to help me sleep. But how?

At that moment, I noticed my phone buzzing repeatedly. Pissed and about to throw it across the room, the name flashing on the screen stopped me. There were a 100+ messages from Luau, one of the many girls I had ditched after I decided all I wanted to marry Mehak. I scrolled through the chat, they were all suggestive messages, pictures, along with words of comfort.

She was sympathizing so that I would f**k her.

Well…let’s give her that too. Anything that would take away the pain, even for a short while…

***

The minute she entered the room, my lips attacked hers hungrily, kissing her as painfully as I could to numb myself.

She was interested, the way she pressed herself against me. Her warmth should have been comforting. Nothing mattered though, as I staggered us across the room and fell on the bed. She straddled me, the lust in her eyes apparent, removing my t-shirt hurriedly.

‘I’ll take care of you,’ she whispered.

The one who gave me life was now gone. What difference does it make if I am being taken care of? Honestly, no one could do that now. She could try though.…

I hissed as the internal pain soared the minute I remembered my love was not with me anymore. In an attempt to push it aside again, I grabbed Luau’s hair, pulling her on top of me roughly to kiss her again. She was turned on, rubbing herself against me…but I could not feel a thing.

Growling in frustration, I pinned her to the bed, nearly tearing off her top. Maybe feeling more of her would help.

She was in it, she was investing, moaning my name while I ran my mouth everywhere. I did not need the foreplay and neither did I care about her pleasure…it was about mine, and I was still unfazed.

Feeling the mix of pain and anger take over me, I tore off her underwear, and pushed my pants below just enough to do the deed. She clawed at my back, kissing my ear and neck, encouraging me.

But…nothing.

I nearly screamed, pulling away to look at her lying beneath me. What was missing? Doe eyes full of pleasure tears and lust, long hair perfect to be pulled while I unleashed the animal within me, full lips swollen because of me, shapely assets that I loved once upon a time, a tiny waist begging to be marked, her quim ready for me to take her…she was perfect.

She was…she was not Mehak.

I shook my head, rolling off her and pulling my pants up, not bothering to wear a shirt, hobbling my way to the bar in my room.

‘You can leave,’ I gruffly said, pouring myself yet another drink. The woman started yelling, expletives and otherwise. ‘I said…get out,’ I said as coldly as I could. Luau flinched at the danger in my voice, quickly dressing up and running as quickly as she could, stumbling over her own heels.

Normally, no woman would leave my bed until she was completely sated. I prided myself in putting their pleasure before mine, the ego maniac in me could just finish off at the sight of their flushed faces, lips apart and cheeks stained with pleasure tears.

But…there was always a first.

I lit a cigarette, taking in a huge puff, letting my lungs burn as I downed my glass of scotch to add to it. Falling back on the bed, I continued to exhale huge spirals of smoke, lighting cigarette after cigarette. Maybe I needed something stronger…something that was illegal.

No…I needed Mehak.

To hold her hand through good and bad times.

To hold her in my arms and make her feel safe.

To make her smile at the silliest of jokes.

Except…I could not…not anymore.

A huge laugh escaped me, along with fat tears rolling down my cheeks. My body shook violently as the tremors of pain took over, causing me to roll to my side and bury my face in my pillow. I let out loud screams of anguish until my throat decided it could not take the abuse anymore. The world continued spiraling and turned dark…black…dead…

‘Shamsher?’

The voice froze me and my insides, almost making me sober instantly. Turning around slowly, I nearly fainted at the sight. Clad in all white as pure as herself stood Mehak, her hair flowing, a tiny knowing smile on her face. She looked different than usual, more at peace, less…human.

‘Are you really here?’ I managed to croak, attempting to reach out to hold her. The outline of her body was whispy, thin, almost non-existent. The only way I knew she was not really here.

‘Well you called me, didn’t you?’ She grinned, walking across the bed to prop herself on pillows next to me.

‘I’m going to sound like the biggest hypocrite on the planet for saying this but…shouldn’t you not be in the room of a man who isn’t your husband?’ I coughed to clear my throat, failing miserably.

She shook her head, ‘Well then, its a good thing I’m dead.’

‘Don’t say that,’ I sniffled, tears rolling off my cheeks which I did not even bother to wipe. Some man I am.

‘Its okay to let it out,’ she said softly. ‘You’re in pain.’

‘Because of you. Because you left me,’ I replied shakily. ‘Why did you leave me, Mehak?’

She smiled sadly, ‘The car crash was not my fault. Other than that…I never really wanted to be with you.’

The searing pain in my chest increased, threatening my breathing, ‘What?’

‘You forced yourself into my life, jailed my father and mentally got him tortured until he broke down, kidnapped my first groom on my wedding day and scared the life out of him, threatened to kill my family if I wouldn’t marry you…give me one good reason I would agree to be your wife willingly with a huge smile on my face.’

Oh God. What had I done? I had hurt her and the people around her, tortured her even until she would agree to be mine. And on the other hand…I had put the needs of the women after me first when it came to wining, dining and f**king…holy shit…f**k!!!!

‘I hurt the only woman I have ever loved,’ I manage to blurt out through my tears, my body shaking uncontrollably again, the tremors shaking my bed. Mehak looked at me with a sad smile on her face, while I starred at her, realizing the horrors I had put her through. ‘I’m sorry…I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry…’ I chanted repeatedly, hoping it could make up for even a small percent of my crimes.

‘You don’t need to apologize to me, Shamsher. I’m already dead,’ she lay down on the pillows. Reaching out, I felt her finger, cold and textured like wind (if that was a thing), run from my forehead to my jaw repeatedly. I sighed, still crying, not even having the guts to pull her to me. To hug her and show her how sorry I was.

‘I’m—’

‘Calm down, Shamsher.’ Her voice was eerily soft. ‘Crying and feeling pain won’t bring me back, neither is it gonna make you feel any better.’

‘What do I do then?’ I asked her desperately. ‘I don’t want to be a monster.’

‘Apologize to my family,’ she replied. ‘Whether they accept it or not is a different thing. And for God’s sake, don’t just walk into my house and pick up my stuff next time.’

‘Sorry,’ I said again, meekly.

She sighed, a grin spreading across her face, ‘So…Luau huh.’

‘I was hoping you didn’t see that,’ I turned red in embarrassment.

‘Well, since you “love me so dearly”,’ she made the quotations in the air. ‘I think I sort of live inside you in a way. Hence, I saw her. Too much of her if you ask me.’

‘I thought it would numb the pain,’ I told her truthfully. ‘But that’s when I realized…I didn’t want anyone but you.’

She half-smiled at me, ‘I’m not here anymore Shamsher, you know this entire conversation is your heart talking to your mind. So you can do whatever you want.’

‘That’s what you don’t get,’ I grabbed her right hand, it felt weirdly airy in my warm palm. ‘I would never force myself upon you. You were it for me. I’m sure there’s no one else in the world made for me.’

‘So you’ve decided to never move on in your life?’ She inquired.

‘Never,’ I breathed, noticing now that my tears had stopped. ‘I love you and only you. Can’t do that again.’

‘Then for me, make amends. Apologize. And never do anything so traumatic and horrible ever again.’ Mehak commanded me, her sweet voice firm as steel.

‘Just as you wish…’ I felt my eyelids getting heavier. ‘Can you…stay with me till I fall asleep?’

She grinned and scooted closer, ‘If I were still human I’d say no…but I’ll do you a favor.’

I tucked her under my chin, holding her with shaky hands, reveling at the feeling of her thread-like cool body pressed against mine. ‘Are you okay with this?’

‘I am not really here Shamsher, so its okay. Good night.’

‘Good night baby…’

With her in my arms, I fell into the deepest sleep of my life. Her scent was soothing, divine almost, and her breath against the bare skin of my chest was what made me believe she was here. I know this would end the minute I would wake up tomorrow morning. But I indulged myself…just for tonight.

The last thing I remembered was the face of woman who had taken my heart with her to the heavens…the only way a part of a sinner like me would reach paradise…

Dang this was so interesting...i could imagine it all and the feels...

i guess it was just a one shot and you wont continue it...but i really didnt want it to finish

Doctor: Sir aap bahar jaaiye, humein patient ki dressing badalni hai

Me, a tharki:

Originally posted by: XshopaholicX

he has effed up our morals, what else do we say 😆 Had it been anyone else, the situation would be very different 😆

Mehak baaji kitne aaraam se seediyaan chad rahi thi but came up as if she ran a marathon 😆

Originally posted by: evilxbalaa

Dang this was so interesting...i could imagine it all and the feels...

i guess it was just a one shot and you wont continue it...but i really didnt want it to finish

thank you! ❤️

yes well this was a situation based OS during Shamsher's depressive stage and I wanted to give my own twist to it, ki kya hua hoga ❤️

but i'll write more, don't worry 😆 and i'll tag u 😆

Naa she might be just staying there or maybe studying in the room she is definitely not working.

It seems vo hostel se nai nikalti hai

I think wo bag pack karke eitehr chacha ke ghar ja rahi hai multan wale or to the new quarters where her father has got the transfered or maybe she is going somewhere to check the university

What i dont understand is the bag thing

But kaafi bhand hai show mein bhi

Ek to ye clear nai hua how she got out of a burning car bc

Doosra ab jab nikal gayi to wo multan chachi ki galiyan nai kha sakti

Bhai shamsher ko shadi ke liye haan kar sakti hai darr kar but you just can’t live with an annoying woman.

Tere dad to paise chachi ko bhi bhejdete

I think the story would have been much believable if while going for airport to catch the flight

Either shamsher goes one last time to akram house or rehan house to apologize and gets some clue from andaleeb or even over hears some one that mehak is alive and comes back home and finds the girl here and there

Pindi /multan or whereever

This sudden bipolar streak is unbelivable just to add the drama oh sorry the 36 masale 😂