shayaron se lafz leke thode se udhar,

bolna ye chahta hun dil se tumko yaar

ho raha tha, ho raha hai halka sa khumar

koi naa raha hai dil pe zor,

Love me thoda or

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The moon shone bright like a ball upon the clouds in the sky, the winter air all chilly making the dark blanket look and feel more enthralling.

The brewing of ginger in water, indicating the preparation of chai, the dim orange-iah lights casting a soft hue upon the kitchen island with the clinking of utensils every now and then

It was the late hour of the night and Mehtab Bano was preparing a hot cup of ginger tea for her favorite one

It was one and the only time of the day when they both get to have that khala and Jaan time

Mehtaab Bano has been working in the Baig haveli since a two and a half decades, practically rearing the eldest son of the Baig haveli

It was only after her daughter, Azeen had been born, who had everyone's fingers wrapped around her pinky

Suddenly she had started coughing pretty bad and that was when Azeen, wrapped up in a beige shawl, a few tendrils of her shiny black hair falling over her heart shaped face came out of the quarter they were given to stay in

"Mama!" She shrieked patting her back and helped her sit on the island chair and helped her with a glass of water

Hearing her coughs, Azahar, the blue eyed lad who had just came down for his night tea was surprised by the shriek and padded towards the kitchen

There he saw her making Mehtaab Bano have a glass of water and coughed taking there attention

"Assalamualaikum" his strong, hoarse voice resonated through the silent haveli

"Walaikumassalam Azahar tum kab aaye? Mai bas tumhari chai hi bana rahi thi"

He eyes the black haired brunette standing beside his khala jaan shivering with the instensity of what his gaze held

It was always that when he was around, she shivered, shying away was in her nature

He helped Mehtaab to her quarter and covered her with the quilt when he heard her whisper something to Azeen

"Uski chai ban-" "

"Mama! Chup ho jayen Allah ke vaste, itni tabiyat kharab ke begair aapko dusron ko padi hai"

Her rosy petals quivered and orbs watered looking at the condition of the only family in her life. She had never ever seen her father and she had assumed he might have passed away not that she was attached to him but she got hurt seeing children go on outings with their parents whilst her mother was always busy to take her somewhere.

Another reason how she had been always away from the demons of this cruel world, it was as if she was the rose, with that mesmerizing and tantalizing odour that Mehtaab was at a point scared someone might ruin that odour. She had kept her daughter away, reason being her flawless beauty and doe eyes which looked too innocent to be scarred.

"Aap aaram Karen, mai dekh lungi" kissing her forehead she covered her with the comforter and closed the door of their room moving towards the kitchen with tiny steps knowing someone was there, waiting for her only.

the reason everytime her heartbeats got erratic, the one reason everytime her skin flushed crimson at his mention and everytime she caught him looking at her with those eyes which held an emotion she couldn't decipher through her shy glances, her heart always sang "rabba mai to mar gaya oye"

Walking through the dimly lit hallway she reached the kitchen where he sat on the island busy on his phone and taking it as a queue she went behind the island to prepare his tea

Azahar came out of his trance when he heard the clinking of vessels and saw her, oh how much he wanted her to do it like his wife

The shy yet feisty 10 year old was somewhere else and lost, he knew he had to work to get her back to what she was

Life had shown her colours and she was always ready

"Tumhare exams Kabse hain Azeen?" he started

"huh- J..jee vo 16th se hain"

She was pursuing her MBBS from Evelyn Group of medical and right now was on her preparatory leave for the second semester exams

"Padhai thik chal rahi hai?"

he asked, he couldn't help her study because he was a business graduate and had come from commerce stream whereas she had come from science, however he had helped her with physics and chemistry just enough until her 10th

"jee" came her meek reply

He could her the clinking of her bangles with the smell of cinnamon, ginger and cardamom being infused with water

In some minutes he saw a cup of tea in front of him, the gold rim of the cup and the liquid in it swirling tornadoes

Her pazeb clinckled as she moved around to put the things back at their places all the while burning red under his predatory gaze

"Khala so gayin?"

"j..j-jee"

"Tumhe dawa dedi? Kuch khaya unhone?"

"Je-jee dedi, kh-khana bhi kha liya u-unhone"

He just hummed in response

She was about to move out when he held her wrist

"Tumne khaya?"

"jee"

She lied smoothly under his heated orbs

Her dupatta fell from her head and before she could move her hand to put it back at place someone else had done it

he had done it

Freeing her worst from his hold she ran away towards her room and closed the door behind her very much aware of her mother sleeping

unke chehre per ek noor sa chha gaya tha, laal rang jaise, gulaal lag gaya tha,

unke zehen mein jaise, vo sama gaye the, aankhein jaise unki, vo paas mein hi aagaye the,

unki saanson mein jaise chedakhaniyan hui thi, unhone ki thi sarasar hui thi,

bura tou unhe laga nahi,

nazrein jab mili thi tab unki aankhein bhi sharmayi thi,

jhuki nazar pe dil laayi thi,

gulaabi hoth jaise laali ka rang,

unhe chakhne mein bhi qayamat aayi thi

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