Being in love... a ss on qubool hai

Hi! Guys,ok I am writing something for the first time and don't what its going turn into just bear with me plz...I don't just a random thought came to my mind n i began writing...


Being in love


What is love?I always asked this question as i have never experienced but just heard from different people different thoughts about it but all the possible explanations ended at one point which says its the purest n the best feeling in one's life which gives pain n at the same time power to overcome it.I don't why my thoughts are randomly revolving around this one word now-a-days...may be becoz i m in luv or want to fall un luv...you never know when the cupid strikes you making u feel on cloud 9 but at the same time giving you fear to lose it.On person suddenly out of no where grabs your attention,a stranger who is not so unknown,whom you can easily find in crowd,someone for whom you give up your life for just one smile...the list is endless you know.But one thing is quite clear life is incomplete without love be it in any form..be it a mother's love or sibling's love or between two lovers all forms of love are beautiful n pure.

"Ammiii"...Zoya was penning down these thoughts when she heard her son scream,she kept her pen down n made her way towards the main door to recieve her son who was home from school.She was betrayed in love yet she beleived in love becoz it gave her the most special gift of her life her son Sameer..her five year old little boy.She took him into a hug with wide smile on her face n kissed his forehead and said ,"My little baby is home n now is is going to have lunch with ami."Sameer's eyes lighted up with joy .Zoya was a single working mother n it was only sometimes she could have lunch with her angel.



So i will be eagerly waiting for all the critisizm n comments..thanks fer reading this n i promise to continue soon bye bye everyone n soory if u find any mistakes just ignore it ...Being in love<font size="3">Being in love</font>Being in love

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Part 2
It has been 5 years 7 months since she left him...her love...her life...she did not leave India.She wished to raise her son in India so that he could stay close to his roots.She left Bhopal n came to Delhi to start afresh.She was 2 months pregnant when she came to Delhi.She convinced her aapi n jiju to allow her to discover her life on her own n now she had a much bigger reson to live n laugh ..her child her hope n now everything for her..her family n her life.Luckily her freind Aamir had helped her to settle in Delhi in her intial days n still is a great support for her.She works in his office in the IT department.But intially due to her pregnancy she had opted for a job to write articles for a weekly column in a newspaper which helped her to earn certain living.She still continues it as it helps her to express her pent up emotions becoz for this job she can easily work from home.And not to forget to mention Sakina,Amir's wife who had accepted her with open arms as her own sister n took care of her during her pregnancy n even after Samir was born.She loved Sameer as her own kid may be thats why Samir calls her chhoti ammi.Over all these years her pain has not vanished but it has definitely become some what less.She still could not forgive him n the biggest truth of her life was she still loved him wit her heart n soul.She has told her son that his father lives abroad n is always busy due to loads of work.She could not tell him the truth becoz she did not wish him to become another Asad Ahmed Khan.As she was thinking all this a tear rolled down her cheek.May be she has moved on but every night when she looked at the sky all these thoughts came running to her mind...all his accusations...all his words full venom...she could not help it.But still she could feel his beautiful n warm touch on her skin,his mesmerizing scent in her nostrils,his husky yet sweet voice whispering in her ears ...A cool breeze snapped her out of her thoughts.She wiped her tears with the tips of her fingers n moved from her simple room with white paint ,on one wall hung her pictures with Samir on another some paintings.At one corner was her wardrobe on another a small study table n in the middle her bed which was only sometimes occupied becoz since that awful night sleep has hardly occupied her.She came to Samir's room next to hers to check upon him if he was asleep.A small smile crept her face when she saw him sleeping peacefully hugging his favourite toy pooh.Next to his bed Sakina was seating stroking his hair.She had so much love n affection for her son..for her..even tbough she was just her husbands friend.She was the one who had insisted her to stay along with them n Zoya was really thankfull to her for this if would not have been there Samir would not have been a happy go lucky normal child as he is today.Zoya knew Sakina has fulfilled many responsibilites as a mother.She sometimes thinks how can god be harsh on such a great human being not to give her the gift of being a mother but she was happy that her son filled that void in Sakina's life.She moved inside the room n placed her hand on Sakina's shoulder n said,"Baji go n sleep,your superboy is already in deep sleep." A sweet smile played on both the ladies faces who were now more then real sisters.tThey wished each other gud night n Sakina left the room.Zoya sat next to her angel n kissed his forehead.Eventually sleep overpowered her.lt had now become almost a daily routine.