Love

noun: 

An intense feeling of deep affection 

محبت // معنی                                                   
        (پیار کرنا)   
   
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محبت لباس نہیں جو روز بدلا جائے                     

محبت کفن ہے پہن کر اتارا نہیں جاتا                     

She could feel his intense and unblinking gaze on her even without turning. She quickly finished kneading the dough and placed it aside after washing her hands in the sink.

"Ami ne kuch cheezein bheji hein" 
( Mother sent some things)

She stopped for a mili second and than grabbed the bags from his hands without sparing him a glance.

"Aap kab tak aisy karti rahein gi?"his voice came out as a plea.

(How long will you keep doing this?)

She was trying to so hard to control herself from the past two weeks but today something inside of her snapped.

"Get out of here Azghaan" she growled.

"Listen to me once Dani"

He walked towards her slowly "I don't want to listen to anything " she tossed her head in fury and stomped out of the kitchen. He stood there for a minute, and slowly began rubbing his eyes, for in addition to suffering one of the worst headaches of his life.

He followed the little sounds coming from her room and found her there arranging her books on a wooden shelf fixed in the wall. She was taking out the books and rearranging them again, it was a futile attempt on her part and he knew that. She was just trying to avoid him.

"Maine koi jurm to nahi kiya" 
(I have done nothing wrong)

He put his hand on her arm and forced her to stop what she was doing, but she pulled away so forcefully that she almost fell backwards.

"Han kiya hai tumne jurm, apnay se char saal bari larki se mohabbat kar ke"

(Yes you did, you did wrong falling in love with a girl who is four years older than you)

His eyes grew large and his face contourred in pain.

"Mohabbat karty nahi hein, wo to bas ho jati hai"  he crossed his arms and his voice grew serious "Aur mujhay 
apki umar se koi farak nahi parta"

(You don't plan to fall in love, it just happens. And your age doesn't matter to me)

Her face reddened. The harder she was trying to control herself the more he was was pushing her.

"Kya tumhein kisi cheez se faraq parta bhi hai? Tum hamesha se aisy hi ho, khud garz aur ziddi."

(Does anything ever matter to you? You have always been like this, selfish and stubborn)

His face hardened and hi pressed his lips together.

In a flash his hand was on her arm. She froze but only for a second before jerking out of his grasp. She tried to move past him but he put his hand on the doorknob and braced himself against the door.

"Kya ghalat hai iss mai agar mai apny baray mai soch raha hun, apkay baray mai soch raha hun" he lowered his voice to the softest whisper.

(What's wrong in it if i am thinking about myself? If i think about you)

"Sab ghalat hai is mai, tum kiyu nahi samjhte Azghaan"

(Everything is wrong in it Azghaan, why can't you understand?)

"Mai kuch nahi samjhna chahta. Mai bas apko chahta hun apni zindagi mai"

(I don't want to understand anything. I just want you in my life)

He leaned closer to her face. Her cheeks flushed, lips trembling. He inhaled her scent, sweet and inviting and licked his lips involuntarily. But that was wrong thing to do in front of a woman as angry as her.

She shook with anger as adrenaline coursed through her veins. She wanted to hit him.

"Go away Azghaan, before i lose myself." she hissed

He let go of her and took a very large step back, his chest heaving and eyes burning. He closed his eyes and began to breathe deeply. He needed to leave before she did something rash, the look in her eyes said it clearly. She was angry and hurt. He had done this to her.

She stood there listening for any sound of movement in the hallway after he had left, good thing her mother wasn't home. 
She'd lost her temper, but he had made her so angry. It was as if all of her pent up anger was screaming to get out.

She sat on the bed and rested her head against the headboard. She needed to calm down before her mother came back home. Closing her eyes she sighed softly and slowly lulled herself to sleep.

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She placed the the glass of warm milk on the small table that was placed besides the wooden bed. Sitting on the bed she placed her mother's feet in her lap and started massaging. It was her routine to massage her mother's feet before retiring to bed. Her mother's voice pulled her out of the depth of her thoughts.

"Kya soch rahi ho Daneen? " 

(What are you thinking Daneen?)

"Kuch nahi ami" she replied in a small voice.

(Nothing mother)

Asma knew when something was troubling her daughter. It showed on her face. But she also knew that Daneen would never tell her anything.  It was her own fault and no one else's. She kept off her daughter from herself, busy in work all day and night she forgot to give her love and attention she needed from her mother.

"Tumhare liye ek rishta aya hai wo-" 
(A proposal came for you -)

"Ami please, mujhay iss baray mai baat nahi karni" she hissed through clenched teeth.

(Mother please, i don't want to talk about this)

"Lekin kiyu nahi karni, koi wajah to batao? " her mother asked but she didn't reply. Frustration was obvious on her delicate features.

(Tell me a good reason why don't you want to talk about this?)

"Daneen tum 28 saal ki ho gayi ho, ab to tumhein shadi ke baray sochna chahiye" 
(Daneen you're 28 years old, its about time you start thinking about marriage)

A flash of anger started in her cheeks and spread across her face.

"Nahi karni maine shadi, apko samajh kiyu nahi ata, ek hi sawal bar bar kiyu pochti hein. Mai bata chuki hun apko mera jawab na hai" she snapped in a harsh and angry voice.

(I don't want to get married, why don't you understand? Why do you ask same question over and over again? I have told you my answer is no)

The silence grew in the room and her heart began to hemorrhage slowly when she saw the pain on her mother's face. She had almost yelled at her mother. In that instant of silent realization, she knew she had taken out his anger on her mother.

"I am sorry ami" she whispered, her voice soft. She couldn't even lift her head to look at her.

"Mujhay pata nahi kya ho gya tha, mujhay maaf kar dein" 
(Please forgive me, i don't know what happened to me.)

Before her mother could respond she walked out of the room.

Leaving her mother to dwell on the painful memories that had made her daughter stone cold.

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