Her eyes are heaven, My heaven.

...

"Haaye mar jaaniyaaa. Its so delicious."

Izzat took a bite of the biryani she has made after a long three hours. The satisfaction on her face is showing that it was indeed very delicious.

She took a plate of biryani and was about to go out. But before that she checked herself out in Mirror, applying a deep line of kohl in her dark honey brown eyes.

"Where are you going Izzu?"

Izzat hadn't even placed her foot out of the kitchen her Dada appeared infront of her like a jinn.

"Hoori ke taraf jaa rahi thi." Izzat was lying, but how could she tell his Dada where she's going.

(I'm going at Hoori's house.)

"Lekin tumhari tou usse larayi ni chal rahi?" Dada looked at her suspiciously.

(But you both are not on talking terms?)

"Isliye tou biryani lekar jaa rahi hun. Taki woh maan jaaye aacha ab mai chalti hun. Allah hafiz."

(That's why I'm taking Biryani with me to mend with her. Okay I'm going now.)

"Lekin.."

"Uff dada jaan aa jaogi."

(Uff dada jaan I'll come back.)

She run outside the house before Dada jaan could ask her anything or suspect anything. She looked around in the street and when she saw no one in her way, she walked towards his house and with the speed of Shatabdi express, she was standing outside his door.

With a hesitant state she knocked at his door, a few times, but there was no answer. And that's where she lost her patience. She started knocking loudly and even kicked the door a few times.

"Faltu mai iss ke liye teen ghante khade ho kar itni mehnat karke biryani banayi. Huh. Bhad mai jaaye. Badbakht."

Izzat wiped a tear from her eyes and moved away when she felt like her head has hit a stone. She started massaging her head, still holding the plate in her hands.

"What are you doing here?"

Izzat who was massaging her head, looked up at him and her eyes were filled with tears again.

"Biryani laayi thi." She said still weeping.

Meanwhile the other person was trying his best to hold himself altogether. Izzat was standing infront of him, looking so beautiful. He didn't Wanted to do something which will hurt her, but he don't know why, how, he wiped her tears and when she looked up with her tear filled eyes. His heart started beating so fast, he has seen many beautiful faces but her.

"Jannat." He whispered in her ears. And looking the closeness between them, Izzat take two steps back.

"Now give me this, and come inside." Azil said tooking the plate from her hands. She was following him like a lost puppy.

"Sit down, izzat."

Azil was confused by her behaviour, he walked towards her, for a moment Izzat looked at him. But he closed the door, taking Izzat's hand in his. He made her sit on the sofa, he himself sat on the floor, still holding her hands in his.

"Izzat what happened?"

She was still weeping silently.

"What will i tell you? Huh. That i like you even knowing that you are never going to be mine." Izzat thought looking at him and her face turned red due to the embarrassment. She had never cried infront of anyone except Dada jaan and Hooriya, her best friend.

"Nothing. I'm going."

Izzat got up from the sofa and ran out of his home, like he will capture in his flytrap.

...

"Izzat. Izzat. Izzat."

Hooriya came in Izzat's house, holding a letter in her hand.

"Izzat. Izzat."

Hooriya stopped shouting when she saw Dada jaan looking at her with fury.

"Salam Dadu."

"Izzat didn't come with you?" Dada jaan looked at her suspiciously and Hooriya nodded her head in no.

"Par use kaha tha tumhe manane ke liye Biryani le kar jaa rahi hai." Dada jaan was still looking at her suspiciously. Meanwhile Hooiya was thinking about the Biryani.

"But Dada...."

"HOORIYA."

Izzat got horrified seeing Hooriya on her doorstep.

"Izzat." Hooriya hugged her tightly flashing the letter infront of her eyes.

"What is this?"

Izzat took the letter from her hand and started reading it. She looked at Hooriya and then read the letter again. She was reading letter again and again.

"Hoori I'm selected."

"Yes. My love."

Hooriya said hugging Izzat and Dada jaan was just looking at them dumbfoundedly.

"Dada Jaan I'm selected."

"For what?"

"Dada jaan you remember i applied for a scholarship. They've accepted my application and now i can study free of cost. Dada jaan I'll be a Doctor."

Izzat said kissing the letter.

It was her dream to become a doctor. But she knew its impossible for her to pay the heavy tuition fees, she has applied for various scholarship programme and now she was seeing her dream came true, its only the first step.

"Izzat mera baccha. " Dada jaan kissed her forehead feeling proudest. She was his only reason to get pass through everyday and live on.

They all were celebrating her victory. He was quietly watching this moment of happiness, smiling and shooking his head.

Ik shakhs hai Mohabbat nahi karta, bas khayal rakhta hai.

Azil's phone rang and he goes back in his room. "Yes."

"Azil Sir, he's not well. Please come back."

"I will not come back. Tell him to stop lying."

He throw his phone on the bed and started throwing whatever he could find.

A message popped up on his screen and he looked at it.

"Azil Khan's debut Movie..." He throw the phone away. He didn't wanted to go back or think about anything else.

He light up a cigarette and went towards the window. He was not a chainsmoker but whenever he feels like to burn himself down, he smokes till its toxicity burns his inside. He was taking long puffs of cigar when he's fell down and he's gaze meet hers.

Izzat was looking at him with bewilderment. And for a moment he forgot everything and just to make her angry, he motioned her do you want to smoke?

Winking looking at her.

Izzat got angry and closed her windows with a bang.

He was still looking at the closed windows and thinking how she got so happy in little things.

It was true Azil was the sponsor of her scholarship. He got to know from her Dada jaan, how much she's crazy about becoming a Doctor, a surgeon. And when he got to know that her applications has been rejected many times, he felt bad for her. And for the first time in his life, he did something purely out of concern. A few lakhs wasn't a big deal for him. But that Smile On Izzat's face worth more than anything for him.

"Izzat."

Azil said dragging a long puff of cigar.

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