❝ Ishq saccha wahi
Jisko milti nahi manzilein ❞ - Humari Adhuri Kahani
It is the mid 50's, the time when Anahita Devi was a regular teen. At first, she was soft-spoken and an ideal child to her parents. Then her life takes a drastic turn opening her...
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❝Husnwalo ko naa dil do yeh mita dete hain
husnwalo ko naa dil do yeh mita dete hain
zindagi bhar ke liye
zindagi bhar ke liye rog laga dete hain
zindagi bhar ke liye rog laga dete hain ❞
- Andaz 1950
Anahita lay on her bed with her diary in her hand, she twirled her pen in between her fingers thinking about Husna Baig, and how Asif wandered around her like a spinning top.
❝Hay kuchh inn ki mohabbat ka bharosa hi nahi
pehle dil lete hain phir
pehle dil lete hain phir dil ko bhula dete hain
Zindagi haay
Zindagi bhar ke liye rog laga dete hain ❞
He had ignored her in his "cousin's" presence and barely wrote a few sentences in his letters to her. Anahita scowled, removed the pen from between her teeth, and scribbled furiously in Urdu in her diary.
Towards the end, she nearly tore the flimsy paper, breaking the point of her fountain pen.
That moment, Dhani walked in.
"Annie?" She looked around, but Anahita didn't move her eyes from the diary in her hand.
Dhani called her again, and this time, she hummed angrily in response.
"Um, Vakil Sahab is here." She blushed, looking away. Anahita looked up from behind her diary and twisted her lips.
"Ask him to get lost." She turned the other way, resting on her side, and raised the diary to her face. Dhani looked perplexed, - "Are you sure?"
