Aaj dil dukha hai, tum yaad aye...
Anjaane log hain, apne kahan dhoond payen?
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Jagay hain, soye nahin, aisi hai meri ye bechaini!!!
Din bhi wahi, raten wahi...
Sanso main sansen hain nahin!!!

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Shamain ab dhalti nahin, anchal jo tera simat jaye...

Aap yahan, humesha rahain,,,
Doori rahe na ho faasle!
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"Meher nahi ayee azlan?"
Reaching home the next day all worned out he slumped on the lounge couch.
Mrs shah came to him and raked her hand in his hair lovingly.

"Nahi ama jan, wo bohat khafa hai. Mene usko hurt kardia."
Hugging ama jan he was sobbing. Tears down his eyes.

"Azlan jab uske baghair reh nahi saktay to kiun usko hurt karte ho, jab bad main pachtana tha to pehle aisa kuch na karte na."
Mrs shah said extremely worried.  She had never seen azlan cry before.

"Main baat karun ussay?" Ama jan asked.

"Nahi, mujhe khud handle karne den ye mamla please. Ap sirf dua karen."
Holding onto ama jans hands he kissed her palms and walked away to his room.

Looking around he snuggled into his blanket. The smell of her lavender scent lingered around him, he sighed sitting up, sleep long gone.

There were days when people used to come begging him to wakeup and now were the days he was severely sleep deprived.

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After azlan had left meher had walked back to her room. Tears were dropping out of her eyes. His words were stinging her heart. His confession of love and sincerety was confusing her way too much. She wanted to trust him, to give him a chance , to hive her hearts wish a chance but she was torn, She was not in a phase to trust anyone anymore. Taking a deep breath she had fell into a deep slumber. For the time being hiding away from her problems.

She woke up at night by the knocks on the door. The warden had brought in a package.

"The boy from the morning came and gave this for you."
Handing her the things she went away. It was a beautiful bouquet of flowers along with a pizza and a box of chocolate. Smelling the fresh flowers she sat down opening the little sorry card hanging on the side.
It stated. Yours ASG!
"Ah, azlan shah gardezi! Kash tum mere achay wakto main meri zindagi main aye hotay..." Tracing her fingers over his name she sighed as a lone tear escaped her eye.

And then it was routine of about three times a day. The warden would knock and hand her the packages. He would send croissants and pastries with flowers and a sorry card at the breakfast time, then send in some burgers or biryani along with flowers and barfi at lunch time and dinner would have a different variety too everyday, but yes flowers and cards were a must. It had already been two weeks but he was consistent with his routine.
One day she had opened the curtains to her rooms window and she saw him sitting in the car right outside her hostel. Unable to resist she had rushed down to him.

"Azlan please ye sab chordo! Mene kaha na mujhe wakt chahiye."
She said softly.

"Tum wakt lo per mujhe efforts karne do. I want to earn your forgiveness."
He held her hands. She could see how worn out he was and from then on it was a routine of him to keep staying rooted on his spot downstairs. She would see his state and her heart would melt. Sometimes she would want to go and take him in her embrace but then all the humiliatiin would return back.

It was the third day of the third week in her hostel but today very unusually azlan was not on his usual spot neither the package came in.
The thought was now worrying her alot. She was pacing around impatiently. The whole day had passed and there were no traces of him. She had her phone shut off from the first day since she had come here. Rushing to her bags she took it out and turned it on. Different messeges notifications started pouring in. Many were ofcourse from azlan pleading her to text him or to call him that he was worried and sorry. Quickly going through them her eyes stuck on the messege by anabiya.

"Azlan came in asking for you, heard you ran away with that lover boy of yours, so are you telling everyone or I shall break the news!"

"Itna handsome ameer bande ko bhi chor kar bhaag gayeen, tch tch meher api! Kuch to sharam karleteen!"

And there were many more. Reading the phrases tears rushed down her eyes. Breathing was getting heavier. Did azlan tell her family? No ama jan must have called to ask about her.
Uff !why didnt she think that all of this was possible and obvious. Her disappearance will cause questions again. Her character will be questioned.

Sighing she rubbed her eyes harshly and started dialing azlans number when the warden came in.

"Azlan shah gardezi is here downstairs and is saying to call you quick along with your bags, he says its an emergency."
Hearing the wardens words she rushed down without slippers.

"Azlan?" She questioned getting in the room.

"Ama jan got a stroke. She is hospitalized and is asking for you, please come meher!"
He voiced out and it felt like someone had taken out her soul. Nodding she quickly rushed back to grab her belongings.

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The ride to the hospital was silent. Reaching there she had quietly followed him to the executive suits where ama jan was admit.

"Ama jan ye kiya karlia apne?" Sitting beside ama jan she sobbed holding her hand.

"Meher tum agayeen meri bachi?" Opening her eyes at mehers touch ama jan said feebly. Many ivs were attached to her.

"Jee ama jan." She said kissing her hand.

"Kahan chali gai thi meri beti mujhe chor kar.?"  Ama jan said weekly and she sighed as tears escaped her eyes. Azlans eyes were fixed on her face.

"Ab agai hoon na ama jan, ab nahi jaungi." She managed to say.

"Ab kahin mat jana. Mujhe pata hai iss ulu ne khafa kia tha tumhe per isko na chorna kabhi bhi, ye tumhare bagher nahi reh sakta. Isko rotay sisakte dekha hai mene."
Ama jan sobbed and meher hugged her tight.

"Sorry ama jan." She sniffed.

Ama jans words piercing her soul. She looked over at azlan shah whose eyes were already at her. Her calm eyes mwt his stormy ones for a second before he looked away.

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"Chai peelo meher." Meher had fallen asleep on the couch beside ama jan when azlan came in with her tea. Opening her eyes she looked up at him. He looked worn out, torn and extremely tired. His face unshaved, his eyes red with dark circles and extremely rough hair. Her heart pinched, he was someone who would be ready 24/7.

"Thanks." Looking away she cleared her throat taking the tea from his hands.

"Beth jaun yahan?" He asked pointing at the empty space beside her and she nodded.

"Tum ghar jaaker rest karlo, kabse yahan ho. Main hoon ama jan kay pas."
He slowly said. His eyes on the marbled floor underneath.

"Main ama jan kay pas hi rahungi." She whispered.

"Thanks for coming meher!" Holding onto her hand he said and she slightly nodded, strands of her hair falling on her face in the process.

"I can never payback all you do for us, for ama jan." Gaining some courage he slowly tucked her hair back behind her ear and she took a deep breath.

"Meher bachay kaisi hain ap?" Their moment was disturbed when mr shah entered and behind him entered mehers family, mr ali, her mother and anabiya. Anabiya was shocked to see her sitting beside azlan.

"Bilkul theek baba sayeen." She went and placed her head in front of him which he patted. A lone tear escaped her eye as her heart felt guilty for hurting the old lovely couple.
Mr shah had not uttered anything, he could have questioned her in front of her family for her disappearance but he did not and she was all the more under their debts now.

"Meher usdin azlan aya tha poochne tumhara. Khairiat to thee tum kahan chalee gayeen theen?"
Her mother had asked the question she was dreading the most.

"Bhabi wo mere or sakina kay sath thee, hum zara bahir late night drive per nikle the. Ye sahab ghar pohunche to samjhe hum dono sorahe hain or meher ko na paa ker pareshan hogaye. Islye aya tha apke pass wo per ap itna late aj pooch rahi hain,  Bohat afsos hai. Meher humari bohat precious beti hai."
Mr shah had answered before she could and she looked over at him with thankful eyes.

Her mother and her family though seemed extremely embarassed and anabiyas face was all red. After greeting mrs sakina shah and asking for her wellbeing they had all left instantly.

"Baba sayeen, I am sorry. Mene aap sabko bohat disappoint kiya na. Apne meri wajah se jhoot bola." As soon as they all left she went and hugged mr shah as her tears dropped down.

"I am sorry bachay, I failed as a father for both of you. Azlan ko mene aisa raise nahi kia tha kay usne tumhe aisa kuch bola kay tum majboor hui ye sab karne ko."  Mr shah said patting her head.

"Baba sayeen, main ami kay ghar nahi jana chahti thi, mere wahan sabse kabhi bhi ache terms nahi rahe. Main women hostel chali gai thi, mujhe kuch samajh nahi aya. Sorry."
She sobbed and explained. She felt like telling them the truth. She did not wanted baba sayeen to think wrong about her or to wonder  where she was all these days.

"Tum apne baba sayeen kay pas asakti theen meher. Ab kahin mat jana bachay."
Patting her cheek he said and she felt her heart churn at his words. She nodded between her tears.
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Dropping baba sayeen off at home azlan drove back to the hospital. Meher was staying with ama jan despite baba sayeen and him forcing her to go home and rest but she never listened.

Walking into the hospital room his steps halted seeing her deep asleep on the couch beside ama jan.

"Shor na machana abhi iski ankh lagee hai, subah se mere kaam karti bethy hai."
Ama jan whispered as he sat beside him.

"Jee ama jan." He nodded.

"Azlan bachay, jo bhi apas kay ikhtalafat hain unhe khatam karo. Aisa heera dobara nahi milega tumhe." Holding his hands ama jan said and he nodded looking at her tired form.

"Sojayen ap."
Kissing her forehead he said. Ama jan had slept after a while and walking upto meher he picked her up smoothly in his arms placing her on the empty bed on the other side of the room. Kissing her forehead he made himself comfortable on the couch. It was not long enough when he had fallen into sleep.
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Meher woke up with the sound of little murmurs. She opened her eyes to see azlan talking to the doctors in hushed whispers. Seeing herself on the bed she sighed. Ofcourse he had brought her here. Sitting up she tied her hair and went to stand with them.

"Ye kon hain?" The doctor asked azlan about meher.

"My wife." Looking at her he replied and her heart did a somersault.

"Oh very nice. Bachay She needs no stress and extreme care. We will conduct some tests and then she is ready to go home."
Smiling the aged doctor told meher and meher nodded her head returning the smile.

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Ama jan was brought back home and she was extremely happy. Since their return meher was busy in ama jans works. Making soup for her,giving her tablets. She was just not leaving her alone at all.

Azlan shah was alittle at peace but he never wanted meher to come home this way. He had wanted her to forgive him and come willingly not in some pressure.
He was locked up in his room and meher was avoiding him also.

"Meher bachay ab ap jao azlan kay pas, main hoon na yahan apki ama jan kay pas."
Mr shah came in and stated and hesitating she nodded.

"Meher!" Ama jan called and she walked over to her.

"Nadan hai, bewakuf hai per bura admi nahi hai. Or tumse be inteha mohabat karta hai. Usko maaf kardo meri bachi."
Ama jan said  and suppressing her sob she hugged ama jan.

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Taking heavy steps towards her room she stopped at the door. It had been three weeks since she had left and it would be a lie if she said she  had not missed this room and its resident every minute.

Wiping her tears she tried opening the door with shaking hands when azlan shah opened the door from inside and rushed out and seeing her he stilled.

Their eyes met for a second before he took a step to the right and simultaneously so did she. Taking a deep breath he stepped towards the left and coincidently so did she.
A smile errupted on his handsome face as he stepped a side and giving her space gestured her to walk in.

Taking a step inside she inhaled the aroma of lavenders. Her room always smelt beautiful. She felt at peace. Everything seemed at its place. Looking around she walked into her cupboard picking up the dresses that were hanged in there. It all felt as if she had never left this place ever.
Taking a good long shower she stepped into her room to see azlan seated on the couch with food on the table.

"Ajao, khana khaalo." He whispered looking at her. Her dripping wet hair were adding a charm to her beautiful face. How badly he wanted to go and embrace her, to touch her to feel her. He wanted to make sure she was back.

"Yeah." Nodding her head she came and took a seat beside him, her beautiful smell engulfed him.

Taking a piece of chicken she started taking small bites. Opening up cokes tin he handed it to her.

"Thanks." She murmurred. The rest of the dinner was eaten in silence. Bano was called in to take away the dishes.

"Meher thanks for coming back. Ama jan bohat khush hain."
Picking up a blanket she was headed towards the couch when azlan held her hand.

"Tum nahi ho khush?" Looking into his eyes she asked.

"Hona chahiye?" He whispered and she shrugged her shoulders pulling back.

"Main usdin khush honga jab tum mujhe qabool karogi, mujhe dil se maaf karogi."
Holding her wrist again he tugged her closer and whispered.

"Or agar na karoon to?" She asked.

"Aisa nahi hosakta. Itni kamzor nahi hai meri mohabat."
He smiled. A smile of pain and hope and love.

"Sirf aik chance meher, please." He whispered again, his minty breath fanning her face. He was dead close again and her heart was betraying her, going against her mind.

"Aik shart hai." Calculating her words she stated.

"Dus sharten manzoor hain!!! Tum bolo please." Brushing her nose with his he replied.

"Sochlo." Giving up her serious avatar she smiled.

"Sochlia meher!" He replied.

"8 baje rat ko ghar rozana majood hogay, Ama jan baba jan se tameez kay sath rahogay, badtameezi nahi karogay. Uni ko serious logay or office bhi aaogay." Straightening herself she said  her eyes were wet but a smile was lingering on her face.
She was tired of keeping back her feelings too. She wanted this relationship to work. She had loved azlan shah gardezi also. She wanted to give one last chance to him.

"Sab manzoor hai, aur kuch?" He nodded his head enthusiastically.

"Aur... yes, you wont be allowed to touch me for a month!"
With a teasing smile she said and wiped the corner of her eye.

"What? "He whined.

"Fine, nahi manzoor to I can always leave." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Hey, no! Manzoor hai, aur kuch?" He replied excitedly coming closer but she held her hand.

" Nope ezi, you cant touch me." She smiled and he smiled back at her because she had called him ezi after long. Putting his hands up in surrender he stopped on his track.

"But the twist is that I will touch you and tease you when ever I want but you wont be allowed!"
Biting her lower lip she stated further, seductively in his ear before walking away.

"Hey, what the fuck? Thats not fair !" Getting her words he looked back and cursed.

"All is fair in love and war mr gardezi!  And yes use language please."
She chuckled for the first time in three weeks.

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Hey guys..
Aoa...

I am back with another update.

Hope u guys like it.
Its not the best i know but i guess not the worst either.

Enjoy and do remember me in your precious prayers.

Thanks to all of u who made so much dua's for my abu jan...
Will miss him till eternity.
Stay blessed u all❤

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Who won ur heart in this chap???

Meher
Ama jan.
baba sayeen
Or
ASG????