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Ab mujhe koi intezaar kahan
Ab mujhe koi intezaar kahan
Woh jo behthe thhe
Abshaar kahan
She smiled faintly, the sheen of moisture shining in her eyes before quickly being dispelled; it was eerie how sometimes songs mirrored life so perfectly. The soothing notes, the sad yet beautiful voice, flowed effortlessly- wrapping around her, as she sat at her poolside garden, a cup of coffee in her hands. She looked up at the sky, sighing as she located that bright star Khushiji was convinced was their Mamma.
A small laugh left her, as she brought the cup to her lips, letting the hot, sweet liquid flow down her throat- soothing the turmoil in her somewhat. Their nave Khushiji. She had gone through so much, almost as much- if not more- than Anjali had herself faced; and yet she managed to keep that sunny smile on her face. Retain that skip in her step.
But Khushiji had a reason to be as happy as she was now, didn't she? The love of her life beside her, Anjali smiled tenderly, showering as much love as was possible- in the sincerest way possible. She shook her head again, a tear trickling down her cheek this time, before she had time to blink it back. She'd had that once...
Or at least she'd fancied that she had.
Ab mujhe koi intezaar kahan
Ab mujhe koi intezaar kahan
Woh jo behthe the
Abshaar kahan
Ab mujhe koi intezaar kahan
That sweet anticipation of him being the first person she saw every day- and last person before she slept. To hear that soft melody of his voice telling her through every word that he loved her. Those twinkling black eyes, that beautiful charming smile... She let the tears cascade down her cheeks.
He had been her first love... the Man who taught her, in his own twisted way, to love like a woman; To give, with her whole being. She could never forget him.
Oh, she would leave him behind, she would hate him now, with the same passion that she had once loved him. She would get up and move on with her life... Maybe even give Love a chance again, if only to spite his memory. But she would never be able to forget him.
Which woman would? Not one who had loved as purely as she had... It was just not possible. In Fact, she thought, as she closed her eyes, a rending pain briefly clutching her in its grips; somewhere, she still loved him.
But now, the hate that filled her heart as a Lover for the Man who'd betrayed it, the loathing that filled her Mother's bosom- for the murderer who'd taken her child away from her, overwhelmed that small sliver of Love left. And eventually... she knew; the love would be wiped out. Leaving behind it, faint scars. As a reminder.
The reminder of broken dreams.
Aankh ke ek gaaon mein
Raat ko khwaab aate thhe
Aankh ke ek gaaon mein
Raat ko khwaab aate thhe
Chuney se behthe thhe, bole toh kehte thhe
Udthe khwaabon ka aietbaar kahan
Udthe khwaabon ka aietbaar kahan
Ab mujhe koi intezaar kahan
Her Broken Dreams.
She wiped the tears away. The pain in her chest abating- till she was left with a hollow feeling. She didn't have dreams anymore, she smiled ruefully. He had undone her ability to dream with his cruelty.
Ironic, really, considering that it had been him who had actually held her hand when she had first dared to venture timidly into this whole dreaming business.
"Aap theek to hai?" The husky voice made her look up from her feet and the smile on her face had frozen in place for a split second, as she met those inky black depths. Her heart seemed to skip a thousand beats, even as a hot blush rose in her cheeks and she stuttered out a faint- "Yes... Thank you."
But reality had come knocking in the very next second, and her face had fallen. The dream her nave heart had formed in that one nanosecond breaking. Why would someone like him even want to glance at her twice? Insecurity had, for the first time after her parents' death, engulfed her and she had looked down again. Trying to blink back the sudden silly tears that had come to her eyes, as she arranged the hem of her Saree over her bad leg, as she tried to limp past him.
But she had to look up, astonishment clearly stamped across her features when two firm hands had held her shoulders and helped her down the stairs of the Devi Maiyya Mandir to her car. She had kept looking at those sharp features, nonplussed.
And then he had smiled at her. The Sun breaking through dark clouds. "You shouldn't ever underestimate beauty," he had said, in that warmth filled voice, "What you may think not worth a penny, maybe be preciously beautiful to someone else." And as he had closed the door of the car behind her, still smiling; she had known that she had fallen.
The tenderness, the gentleness in him that day- she refused to believe was fake. Maybe he had turned sour over the days... but the man she had fallen in love with had been that tender-hearted Man with the warm eyes and the beautiful smile who had helped her at those steps in the Mandir.
The man, whose eyes had turned cold, smile-chillingly evil... the warmth in his being been replaced by an insanity that had scared her when the veil had finally been lifted from her eyes, was not Him. That was the unfortunate, twisted morphed version of her Prince.
She shook her head. That Prince of hers, that Love of her life... was dead.
Just like the precious bundle of joy that she had carried inside of her.
Jin dino aap thhe
Aankh mein dhoop thi
Jin dino aap rehte thhe
Aankh mein dhoop rehti thi
Abh to jaale hi jaale hain
Yeh bhi jaane hi wale hain
Woh jo tha dard ka karaar kahan
Woh jo tha dard ka karaar kahan
Ab mujhe koi intezaar kahan
Woh jo behthe the abshaar kahan
Ab mujhe koi intezaar kahan
Now, her life was a blind alley. No aim- no dream to call her own. Only an aching pain that refused to go away. A hollowness that scared her. Vacuum. An endless night, it seemed.
She looked up at the stars again, as the notes came to an end... a flawless silence engulfing her, and she smiled. Because, there they were. The two stars flanking her Mamma. One, her Love. The other, her Rajkumari.
She would get up and move on, she mused; it would take some time to bring back even a semblance of that light that had filled her life, the joy that had filled her being... but she would move on.
From that damaging, brutal; and yet simply the most beautiful and pure experience called Love.
Didn't she owe that pure Love of hers that much, after all?
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