Hey guys I've been watching YJHJK from the very first episode and have always watched every tv show of Gul. Be it Geet, IPKKND, QH or IB. I was a frequent writer for IB and QH but Asya was one couple that convinced me to write. The thing I've written down is the result of boredom and 20 extra mins on my hands.
In this OS Aman finds Roshni before LCR and a conversation ensues between the two hurting souls.
This is the first thing I have written in months and also not proof read . Please be kind. :)
'लोग चराग जलाते घी के, मैंने दिल का दीप जलाया ।
लोग हैं खादे कसम वफ़ा की, मैं ज़हर हिजर दा खाया ।
लोग गवांदे दिल इश्क़ मे मैंने अपना आप गवाया ।
फिर भी मेरा कुछ न मेरे सोने यार को भाया।।'
A shiver ran down her petite spine in an unhealthiest of fashion. The weather of Mussoorie has not been very forgiving in the past few days since she has moved on towards her new life, a life out of her husband’s. She had been hurting to the extent that for a minute running off to her deceiving mother and crying her heart out was the only prominent thought within her psyche. But it would have been futile, her mother would have conspired against her, used her to pawn off some extra cash by manipulating her and people related to her.
So she had decided against the idea and packed up her belongings in a bag and rushed out of the house after leaving a letter addressed to her mother which indirectly conveyed her feelings to that 24/7 suspicious husband of her. She had chose Mussoorie as a destination because she had always wanted to live in a hill station. Lucknow had extreme winters but the subtle cold hills provided were always what she wanted to reside amongst.
It had taken a few days for her to settle down in her new house provided by her new employer a certain Kabir Khan , an extremely generous café owner who needed a pastry chef for his outlet. He had asked her to send off some of her samples on his place to try and had hired her immediately without asking for any references at all. This has come nothing less than a shock to her but driving away her doubt she had grasped every bit of opportunity that could lead her to even a minimal scale of happiness which she had left back at her hometown. She had started working almost immediately and kept in mind to not make any mistakes that could cost her the job.
The clock had struck 9 indicating that the café needs to be closed now. She sighed and mixing the last of her flour with her hands turned towards the sink to clean herself before locking up. As she reached for the knob of the tap to turn the water running she heard the door open. Startled by the unexpected entry she rotated the knob over the limit and the water splashed onto her kameez soaking her miserably. She muttered a sorry to the distant being and continued to turn the knob to it’s original limit but before she could move her hands further a muscular pair of arms reached for the knob above her palms and without thinking about the consequences of soaking themselves brought the knob to it’s usual state , putting a stop on the spilling.She turned her head towards the soul to thank the pair of arms that stopped the mess that she had created when her eyes came into contact with the most beautifully lethal, brown and cute pair of eyes she had ever seen and just like that her own pair of orbs filled out with unspeakable pain.
“Roshni..” He whispered reducing the distance between them.
Seeing her cry had made his own insides churn in ways that he couldn’t comprehend at all. Those tears made his heart fill with more and more guilt, tearing apart all the resolutions he had conjured for asking for her forgiveness. He had planned to convince her to come home again for the sake of his family and that he was sorry for not trusting her but he also felt that loving him would cause her nothing but immeasurable amounts of pain. But one look at her orbs and he had forgotten every reasoning of his and he had decided to find ways to tell her that he loved her more than love itself.
“Aman… K-khan bab-ba…” Her breathing had took up a rapid speed and before she knew her instincts had made her push him with all the courage she could muster up. Even though it felt like a normal push it had hurt the Nawaab that his wife could not handle a small amount of proximity with him at any cost.
“Pl-Please… Roshni !..Rosh-Roshni wait.. Roshni Aman Junaid Khan wahin ruk jayiye !” She had started walking towards the door of the café as soon as she pushed him not caring about the damage it would do to her job. Feeling him so close to herself had jogged up all the memories of the night when he had ruthlessly thrown her out of their home and had bluntly stated that they never had any sort of connection nor will they ever have one. It had hurt Roshni that even though she had done nothing but live according to his likes for the sake of his family she could never earn the respect and love she deserved. But when her husband had yelled her name conjoining it with his her heart had skipped a beat or two and the tears never stopped.
Aman walked towards her with absolute despair evident in his eyes hoping that she would talk to him, share her pain and possibly reduce the ache that he had been feeling for the past two weeks since she had been out of his reach. His family had blamed him for not trusting her and throwing her away without any evidence even though none of them have stopped him. His sisters have kept their mouth shut because Roshni had convinced it would cause unspeakable dents in the family’s reputation and social ladder which Aman couldn’t care less about at this point. He had been looking for her constantly since the day he had received a letter from her mother and had been mad at himself to let such injustice happen. He turned her cold frame facing the door to himself and her face bought nothing but ache to his soul. He cupped her crying face gently between his palms and let the feeling of her physical form reach within the crevices of his guilty heart.
“I’m Sorry Roshni. Mujhe maaf kr do.”He had slipped the words slowly and cautiously to her and had expected nothing less than something hurtful from her lips. But what she did was remove his hands from her wet face and backed up towards the nearest wall. Trying to control herself from breaking down any further she placed her arms defensively in front of her slim frame and nodded her head form side to side. Aman unable to see the extent to which he had wronged her took a step back his own tears making his vision blurry. He moved ahead and closed the distance between his wife and himself and pulled up her chin to make her look him in the eye.
“I want you Roshni. Tum apne saath meri Khushi le kr aagyi ho. Meri biwi ko lekr aagyi ho. Meri family lekr aagyi ho. Mujhe meri family lauta do. Mujhe meri adhuri mohabbat lauta do.”
And with that world had slipped away from beneath Roshni’s feet. Her Aman Junaid khan had accepted her as his family,wife and love of his life in a single statement. He joined his forehead with his wife’s wet one and they stayed together, breathing to the glory of what had transpired and in each other’s warmth. Two hurting souls had found comfort after so long and no Jinn in the world could take this solace away from Ayaana and her Prince. No one.
All the other things could wait for later.
Ganesh Kartikeya
Shiv Shakti
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki
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