Rahe Bas Tera Hi Hokar Jo Hai Tera
Kisne Bola Hai Likha Hai Kahan
Jab Uski Duniyan Hi Teri Duniyan Ho
Tabhi Ishq Nibha Payega Tu Beinteha
Author's POV.
"Tum chor kar nahi jaogi na Hume?".
["You won't leave me alone, will you?"]
She knew what he was actually feeling like. She knew what was in his heart, which he wasn't ready to speak or confess to her. She shook her head, and replied,
"Kabhi nahi... Aapko jitni nafrat karni hai humse, kar lijiye.. hum nahi jaenge."
["Never... However much you want to hate me, go ahead.. I won't leave."]
Abhisar gulped, pulling her more close and placing his head down, upon her belly, holding her tightly.
She held him more protectively.
He muttered in a deep voice,
"Hum tumse nafrat nahi karte hai, Nupur."
["I don't hate you, Nupur."]
Her hands found the way towards his back inside the kurta. She traced her nails slightly upon his back. He was liking whatever she was doing to comfort him. She asked him in a low, broken voice,
"Nafrat nahi karte toh humse door kyu bhaagte hai aap?".
["If you don't hate me, then why do you run away from me?"]
He inhaled deeply, tracing his fingers on her navel,
"Hum.. hume... Hum nahi bata sakte."
["I... I can't... I can't tell."]
Reply came from her, in a very soft voice, very sweet,
"Koi baat nahi jaan."
["It's okay, jaan."]
He felt surprised. Surprised about the way she was so patient about things. He moved up and placed his head on her shoulder. He muttered against her neck, his voice hoarse,
"Hume jaan mat bulao. Hum tumhe sirf taklif de sakte hai."
["Don't call me 'jaan'. I can only cause you pain."]
She smiled, knowing that whatever he was speaking, it wasn't real. He could never harm her, let alone breaking her heart. He was the one who wasn't able to see her cry this morning. He was the one who made her sit on his lap this morning and was ready to hear her every single complain. Palming his cheek she spoke,
"Koi baat nahi.. wo bhi hume manjoor hai. Bas Hume taklif me dekh kar aap khush hojaiyega."
["It's okay.. I accept that too. If just seeing me in pain will make you happy."]
His heart wrenched. He nuzzled his face into her, hiding himself from her and she heard his whimper.
His voice shaky as he spoke,
"Hum ache insan nahi hai Nupur. Hum nahi hai tumhare layak. Kisi bhi aurat ke layak. Humse door raho Nupur."
["I'm not a good person, Nupur. I'm not worthy of you. Not worthy of any woman. Stay away from me, Nupur."]
She turned her body, only to face him. His eyes were lowered.
She cupped his face and raised it up to level their eyes. Her eyes noticed slight wetness in his eyes. She spoke in a low voice while rubbing her thumb upon his cheeks,
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His Forced Biwi • 18+
Romance~To the boys, who have never experienced love before, this one's for you all~ 1950s. ***Story contains mature scenes and Hindi phrases which are not translated in english*** Abhisar Singh. His life is too messed up with his insecurities related to h...
