A SHORT STORY COLLECTION BOOK #1
Each story weaves together the intricate threads of human emotions, showcasing the beauty and complexity of love in its many forms.
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ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
HALDI 💛
It's been two months since Zeeshan and his family arrived, and today marked the haldi function.
After the ceremony, everyone took turns applying haldi to me.
After function is over,
As I emerged from the bath, clad only in my bathrobe, I found my room unexpectedly open, and Azaan walked in.
His hands were full of haldi, and without a word, he applied it to my face, covering me in the golden paste once again.
His touch lingered, trailing from my face down to my neck, and the gentle brush of his cheeks against mine sent a shiver down my spine.
I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation, but when I opened them, he had already vanished, leaving me lost in the moment.
MEHENDI 💚
Today, the function of mehendi beginning, and Azaan is attempting to engage me in conversation, but I'm intentionally ignoring him.
Yes, ignoring him because I want him to realize his true feelings for me and whether he truly wants to be with me.
Despite his constant stares, I continue to ignore him.
Frustrated, I vent to myself, "Bss ek baar bol dete ki Mai tumse mohabbat karta hun par nahi, phele drama queen banjaye.
Arghhhhh!" I pray to Allah for wisdom to swiftly come to him so that I can stay by his side forever.
As the mehendi artist asked for the name to be written, before I could respond, he interjected with "Azaan." Before I could object, the name was already inscribed, and his smirk fueled my anger.
I wished I could wipe that smirk off his face. Mohabbat ka izhar toh nahi karna hai, aur kisi aur ka naam bhi nahi likhne dena hai, I thought as I stood up abruptly and walked away to the bathroom.
He followed me, pushing me gently against the wall, and began kissing me passionately.
Hindered by the drying mehendi on my hands, I couldn't resist him. With a stern tone, he warned, "Agar Mera naam nikalne ki koshish bhi ki nahi toh acha nahi hoga, understand?"
After a tender peck on my nose, he left, unknowingly leaving me with conflicting emotions.
As I started removing the dried mehendi, the color revealed itself to be incredibly dark, and a wide smile spread across my face.
I drifted off to sleep, wondering whether he would confess his feelings by tomorrow or not.
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
As I prepared for today's mehendi ceremony, the memory of yesterday's haldi incident played in my mind, bringing a smile to my face.
FLASHBACK
HALDI 💛
Seeing her colored with his haldi ignited a storm of emotions within me. After the function, I couldn't resist the urge.
I grabbed some haldi and headed straight to her room.
Finding her in just a bathrobe heightened my heartbeat, and the shock was evident on her face.
Without hesitation, I applied haldi on her face, and she looked directly into my eyes.
I gently rubbed my face against hers, feeling the shiver in her every movement and the goosebumps on her skin.
Quickly retreating to my room, her proximity lingered in my mind, and I realized I wanted to feel her presence with me for eternity.
FLASHBACK ENDS
MEHENDI 💚
Returning to reality as the mehendi artist asked, "Naam kya likhna hai?" I swiftly intervened before her and uttered, "Azaan."
Despite her angry gaze, I couldn't help but smirk victoriously. After her mehendi was complete, I watched her head towards the bathroom.
The mere thought of someone else's name on her hand propelled me to follow her.
Pinning her against the wall, I kissed her passionately, pouring out all my emotions.
After a while, I warned her sternly, "Agar Mera naam nikalne ki koshish bhi ki nahi toh acha nahi hoga, understand?" Pecking her nose , I left the room, feeling a mix of emotions.
Returning to my room, I rubbed my hands over my face in frustration.
How do I stop her from marrying someone else? My subconscious whispered, "Express your love, and that's all you need to do. She will be all yours."
For the first time, I found solace in my thoughts and smiled. "Be ready, my Ruhi.
You will be in mine nikah tomorrow, for sure," I assured myself, feeling determined. With these hopeful thoughts, I drifted off to sleep.
What's Azaan plan now?
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