He was her bacha , She was his jaan.
She was never loved , he don't have any body to feel loved.
He was her saviour and she was too his saviour.
He lost hope to be loved, she was dying to give her love
He was never soft spoken, she spoke like a sto...
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Sochu Main Tham Jaaye Pal Yeh Paas Mere Jab Ho Tum Sochu Main Tham Jaaye Pal Yeh Paas Mere Jab Ho Tum
Chalti Hai Saansein Pehle Se Zyada Pehle Se Zyada Dil Theharne Laga
Tanhaiyon Mein Tujhe Dhoondhe Mera Dil Har pal yeh tujhko hi soche bhala kyun
Tanhai Mein Dhoondhe Tujhe Dil Har pal tujhko soche Tanhai Mein Dhoondhe Tujhe Dil Har pal tujhko soche
Milne lage dil, pehle se zyada Pehle se zyada ishq hone laga
❤️❤️❤️❣️❤️❤️❤️
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It had been a month since we last spoke, and although we crossed paths, our interactions remained minimal.
Over this time, I had observed a few things about him: his unwavering passion for his work, his appreciation for simplicity, his tendency to be a light sleeper, and his dedication to performing Namaz without fail.
Additionally, I noticed his habit of hugging a pillow while sleeping.
Despite these observations, I found myself yearning for something more—that it would be my arms around him, not just the pillow, that I longed for. Not even knowing why it feels me like this.
I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to his earlier assurance that he would help me find my MR. AJNABEE. Now, he barely spoke to me, not even a glance in my direction.
It frustrated me, especially considering it had been a month since our marriage. With my university about to start, I knew I needed to discuss it with him, despite the tension between us.
