Pyar Ki Love Story | Short Stories | 1st Book |

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Her iddat complete week ago but still she was hesitated to go outside of her room

Khawar tried to take her out for outing but still she was afraid

She wasn't afraid of others talking but she was afraid that their talk will again bring those memories back

And she didn't wanted to remember them

She offered morning prayer and sat by window brushing her hair she put it in braid

A knock on the door made her startled

She opened the door and found no one, she was about to close the door when cought her attention

On the floor was placed a bowl full motiyon ke phool

She picked it up with it a memory which got lost in the back of her mind came in front of her like a fresh wound

Placing the bowl back from where she picked it she got up and closed her door

How can she forget about the harsh words he said to her, the words enchos in her ears

"Mujhe nahi pata Tha tum aisi ladki ho, adhi raat ko yun kisi ke kamre mein Jana aur ussey aisi baatei'n karna,"

"Agar tumne Meri frankness ko galat samjha Roshni toh usme galti tumhari hai,"

That was frankness now he is showing hamdardi

A knock again came making her realized she is still leaning her back on the close door

She turned and opened it but got froze when she the person on the door

Both were looking at each other after year, and the duration of one year changed both of them alot

Where Roshni looked more pale and has reduced weight, Affan has grown some facial hair and his eyes looked swollen red

"Narazgi mujhse Hai inn phoolon se toh nahi," he was holding the bowl of flowers

(You are angry at me not on flowers,)

"Apka aur humara aisa koi rishta nahi hai ki hum apse naraz ho'n, aur rahi baat in phoolon ki toh Hume ab yeh nahi pasand," she said and was about to close the door but Affan stopped it with his feet

(Why would I be angry at you?)

"Roshni!"

"Ji?" He couldn't get any words from his mouth,

(Yes?)

How can he? When he knows he is the one at fault

Because of him she has went through this but now nothing can bring the last year from her life or earase the memory

"I'm sorry!"

"Hume apki hamdardi nahi chahiye,"

(I don't need your apologise,)

"Roshni yeh humdardi nahi Hai, sharmindagi hai, kaash agar Maine uss raat apne........"

(I'm ashamed if that night I had....)

"Rehne dijiye woh bhi hamdardi hi hoti. Waise bhi aap se koi shikayat nahi hai Hume," he was still standing on the doorway when she turned to leave

(Let it be I don't want to talk about it,)

"Roshni main tumse mohabbat karta hoon," his words made her stopped and she again turned to face him

(I love you,)

"Kya kaha apne?" He thought she didn't heard him so he opened his mouth to repeat himself