Tere ishq mein main taa jeeya,
Tere pyaar mein basta gaya.
Tu loat aa yun na sataa
Yeh dil tujhe bhul na sakaa.
Roya bhi tere ishq mein,
Hasna bhi tere ishq mein.
Ek vaari mujhe tu bhi pyaar kar,
Ek vaari mujhe tu bhi yaad kar,
Ehsaas tujhe bhi mere pyar ka hoga,
Intazaar tujhe bhi tere yaar ka hoga.
Paas kabhi toh mere aaoge,
Saath mera bhi tum nibhaoge,
Aas yahin lekar main aaj jee raha,
Tere pyaar ko baar baar main khat likh raha.
“Shehry..”, Hussain shook me, and brought me back into reality. “You okay?”, he asked.
I turned off the music on my phone, took off my headphones, sat on my bed and smiled, “Haan yaar mujhe kya hona hai?”
“I know its been exactly two years today, but kab tak? Kab tak aise rahega?”, he questioned.
Yes! It was December 16, 2014. It had been exactly two years since my engagement was broken off. Two years, and I hadn’t seen Amna. Two years, and I hadn’t heard her voice.
I brushed the thoughts away from my mind, and said, “Dude! She hasn’t even bothered to try and contact me for once!”
“Shehry, yaaar bas kar na! Kab tak uski yaadon mein khoya rahega? DB nation misses you yaar! Please haan kar de! Please?”, he begged.
I folded my lips inwards, thought for a while, and then looked up and said, “Chal theek hai! I’ll do it! But only for DB nation!”
Hussain’s frown turned into a wide smiled as soon as he heard me.
“I love you Shehry!”, he said, giving me a big hug, while crushing me between his well toned arms.
“Acha bas kar! Kiss bhi karega kya?”, I chuckled.
He quickly pulled back, and said, “I told you I’m not like that anymore!”, which made us laugh like crazy, until our stomachs hurt.
Hussain grabbed his stomach, stopped laughing and asked, “Ek baat boloon?”
“Bol”, I ordered.
“Thanks yaar! Aaj itne din baad tune smile kiya!”, he said.
“Ab rulayega kya?”, I smacked the back of his head, and he just smiled, wiping away a tiny tear that escaped his eye.
“Get ready! Main tab tak Nosheen Api ko batata hoon!”, he said, before sprinting off.
I got up, washed my face, and got ready, and headed down.
“Salaam Mama.”, I said casually, as I pulled the chair to sit on the table.
“Walaikumsalam Beta! Aaj bohot jaldi tayar ho gaye ho…”, she said, in a concerned tone.
“Jee! Who actually…”, but before I completed my sentence, Hussain came running down the stairs, and yelled, “Mama Shehry tayaar hai! I just spoke to Nosh Api!”
