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"I'm asking this last time, you don't want to eat?" Her anger was on the top as she said those sentences. "Mhm" He nodded his head in a no. "Oh, okay" She said with pure annoyance and was about to leave when she felt someone pulled her hand. Her hands were on his chest, the proximity made her breathe halt, "Aapse hum is qadar mutasir hain ki harfan maula bhi lagti hai" He said while looking at her with devotion and love in his eyes. "Ye kya matlab hua?" She asked slowly (what does it mean?) He smirked, "Matlab ye ki aap har shayari ki misra lagti hai... jisme har lafz mohabbat ka hai." (It means you are like a verse of poetry... where every word is about love.) ☆ミ "You're my brother's soon-to-be wife now, I've got no rights to even look at you" His voice broke with each and every word passing from his mouth. "Then what about all those moments when you looked at me like only I exist" She said in a low voice while she couldn't stop her tears "The situation was different then, noor" He said in a bit loud voice without facing her "I'm not noor," She kept standing there after saying this. And then it actually hits him, she's no more his noor, she's no more his.. ☆ミ They fell in love despite knowing that the society will not accept them, was it because of their different religion? No, that was not much of a problem. The problem was that they loved each other and it's a sin that the world would never accept. • The storyline is set in Lucknow, 1964 Please tie your seatbelt before moving further. With extreme respect, narrator.
Tamanna-e-Khaam
