The Art Of Love ✓

11.4|रुहदारी • रूहानियत|

|Roohdari • Ruhaniyat|( Spirituality)

"Aman, aaj itna pyar kyun aa raha hai mujh par?" Roohi asked him with a dreamy look on her face, her head resting on his chest. Since the dawn Aman was acting head over heels for her, as if... it's their last time together.

"Phir mauka mile naa mile." He caressed her hair while sitting on the terrace.

"Mai kahaan bhaagi jaa rahi hoon? Tumhare paas hi toh hoon."

"Mai toh jaa raha hoon naa." His hold on her tightened a little.

"Aman, band karo apni yeh paheliyon jaisi baatein. Mera dimag kharab kar deti hai yein."

"Roohi, kitna pyar karti ho mujhse?"

They were lost in their trance, not caring that neighbours were bad-mouthing about them being shameless.

"Jo lafzon mein bayaan naa ho paye."

"Itna filmi jawab! Woh batao jo tumhara dil kehta hai."

Roohi giggled and turned to look at him with adoration.

"Mai tumse itna pyar karti hoon ke jis pal tum mujhse door ho gaye, uss hi pal meri saansein band ho jayengi." And she truly meant her words.

Aman smiled, as always, but this time with sheer love.

"Jaanta hoon."

And he kissed her, making the women looking at them from their terraces gasp out loud.

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Amaan put his gun in the pocket of his kurta. He was informed that enemies are planning his assassination and he needed to be careful.

"Aaj kisey maarne jaa rahe ho?" He heard Ira.

He turned around and found her standing with her arms crossed. She was judging him and it hurt a lot.

"No one. It's for safety." He didn't look at her eyes and moved to leave.

"Aman kehta hai tum sudhar jaoge. Uss par yakeen karlu?"

He sighed, he shouldn't have married her. He was crazy in love. He ruined her life by tying her with him.

"Mai tumhare kabil nahi hoon, Ira. Lekin pyar karne ka haq toh rakhta hoon naa. Apne sath jod kar tumhari zindagi barbaad kardi. Ho sake toh mujhe maaf kar dena."

And he left with a heavy heart.

He used to think that earning lots of money will bring happiness in his life. Instead it snatched away his happiness. He was afraid to face his brother. He could see no love for him in Ira's eyes. Sometimes he wondered why he chose the path of crime.

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The market was overcrowded. The burning sun added a feather in the cap of sheer torture.

There was a small shop, where a man was selling vegetables. The women already left after constant bargaining and taking Dhania for free. Now he was resting on a worn out chair and looking at the scenario. It was a kind of hobby for him to observe his surroundings when he has no customers.

He saw a guy. He was wearing a black kurta, his eyes curtained with expensive shades.

How he wished he could those shades. But he knew his financial limits, he had earned hardly five hundred rupees since the morning.

But that guy was looking somewhat dangerous.

He looked like Amaan.

Someone without fear.