"Mere jaisa ishq mai pagal

Phir mile ya na mile kal

Sochna kya haath yeh de de

Mere haath mai..."

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Mirha was in her first of year of college, just like her father she was studying medicine and soon she'll be going to follow her Father's footsteps. But in this six years the thought that had never left her was off Mahbeer's. In a room full of people she thought about him. In her me time, there's just thoughts of Mahbeer. She had tried so many times to let go of this feelings Which were affecting her so badly.

"Ding!"

Mirha was lost in her thoughts when her phone beeped with a new message. She opened her phone and saw a message notification, she opened the message hurriedly.

"Congratulations Mirha."

This message had come from Mahbeer, he had replied to her story ( she had put a picture of her campus saying Future Doctor insha'Allah.)

Mirha had seen his message but she didn't knew what to reply.

Mahbeer had sent her a request on Instagram three months ago and then Mirha had accepted it but it was the first time he had replied to her story.

Mirha didn't knew what to say in return. She was shell shocked and her fingers were freezed on the virtual keyboard.

"thanks Mahbeer.

She replied his two words with another pair of two words. No kind of conversation took place between them that can set her heart on an abnormal speed.

Mirha clicked on his profile and saw his number of followers. Three months ago he had 105k followers and now his followers are 300k in numbers. He was a social media star, Rising star of Indian Cricket and a hearthrobe. She was nothing as compare to him just a small town girl with a dream of becoming a doctor, there's nothing special in her.

"Mirha you're not his match. He is a star and you're an ordinary girl stop thinking about him."

Mirha didn't utter this words from her mouth, this is her inner feelings fighting with each other. She didn't talk about him with anyone, not even with herself. She's afraid of our own growing feelings.

"He has so many girls chasing after him. So beautiful girls why would he looks at me."

She thought and shook her head. She had to control this feelings otherwise she'll get hurt in the end.

***

"thanks Mahbeer."

Mahbeer read her message and laughed. He knew Mirha is not the kind of girl who will throws herself on him and talks all lovey dovey. Heck her one Thanks is a Miracle.

"Mirha."

Mahbeer whispered her name and closed his eyes. Even after six years he had not forgotten her, she was always in the back of his mind. He had a thriving career now, he was representing India in Under 19 cup.

He had everything a guy of his age could dreamt off. Money, Cars, fame and girls chasing after him. But all of this doesn't matter for him. The only being he wants is Mirha.

***

''Mirha do you know? Mahbeer is coming back to Indore?"

Mirha who was studying her notes and hearing Payal's nonstop bantering looked at her with a devoid face. Her outer appearance is showing nothing but a flat expression but innerly her heart is dancing on unknown tunes.

"Who told you this?"

Mirha put her notes on side and gave her full attention to Payal's talks.

"Haven't you read newspaper this Morning. It was on the front."

Payal rolled her eyes.

"I haven't."

Mirha took her notes and walked away from their.

"Pagal ladki."

Payal shouted from behind and Mirha just laughed and shook her head.

Mirha's heat is dancing on cloud nine and this time she knew why 'She is in love with Mahbeer Siddique.'

***

Mirha walked in her home and saw her mother Dusting the fan. She got worried because her mother had a minor ankle injury.

"Mummy why are you doing this. Aayein chalein niche utre."

Mirha helped her from descending the stool.

"Mummy why are you doing this? Any special guests coming?"

Mirha looked around the house who was looking anew.

"Tumhare rishte ke liye kuch log aarahe hai."

Mirha got shocked and looked at her mummy with pale face.

"Mummy but I'm studying."

She tried to reason with her mother but her mummy had been gone from their.

***

Mirha was sitting Infront of the mirror and looked at her reflection she was looking beautiful in the crimson colored anarkali. Her face was glowing with the light makeup but her heart was losing hope.

She was getting ready for someone else not Mahbeer.

"Mirha beta lets go. They're here."

Mirha's mother came in her room. Mirha had decided the moment she came out of her room that whatever feelings she had for Mahbeer she'll forgot them and will never ever again thought about him. She didn't wanted to hurt her parents like any other Girl.

"Siddique Sahab yeh hai meri pyaari beti Mirha."

On her father's voice Mirha looked up and saw the man her father is referring to. Beside the middle aged man, Mahbeer was sitting and seeing him her heart miss a beat.

Mahbeer looked at her and their eyes briefly met for a second. This time Mirha didn't saw an ocean of dreams in those brown eyes, instead those eyes were holding an ocean of love for her.

Mirha couldn't thank Allah enough for hearing her unsaid prayers....she had finally realised "sacchi muhabbat mai dil se dil ko raah hoti hai."

***

"Mirha we are not forcing to you to accept this position proposal but Mahbeer is a very good choice and he's father is your Abba's childhood friend just think about him."

Her mother is continually giving her a lecture on the proposal but Mirha was sitting lost in her own thoughts.

"Mummy what about my studies."

Mirha asked her mother with a serious expression.

"Beta we will do your Nikah and your Rukhsati will be held after your graduation."

Her mother told her and looked at her with expectedly.

"Aap unko haan kardein."

***

Mahbeer was sitting beside Mirha, he was seeing her reflection through the mirror and a wave of calmness passed in his heart.

Today she had gotten the girl he had always wanted. He loves her alot but now she was sitting beside him as his wife.

He was the happiest man alive.

"Mrs Mirha Mahbeer Siddique."

Mahbeer whispered in her ear and Mirha blushed at his statement.

"Mr Mahbeer Mirha Siddique."

Mahbeer laughed at her statement wholeheartedly and looked at her with an ocean of love, respect and trust.

The End.

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Note: How's this cute short story?