Chapter 14: 10. 𝗣𝗵𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗾𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗴𝗶 𝗮𝗮𝗽 𝘀𝗲..

❛ Aahon Pe Baahon Pe, Raahon Panaahon Pe,

Aahon Pe Baahon Pe, Saahon Salaahon Pe.

Mere Ishq Pe Hua Haq Tera.

O Maahi, Maahi Ve..

O Mahi, O Mahi, O Mahi, O Mahi

O Mahi, O Mahi, O Mahi, O Mahi,

Lo Main Qayamat Tak Hua Tera.

O Maahi, Maahi Ve

Meri wafa pe haq hua tera... ❜

Third Person's POV:

“Mere saath apni puri zindagi bita sako jitna.”

All the color left Mahoor's face and she stood there in deep astonishment. She felt like her bones froze in the cold winter.

Mahoor looked at Altan who was standing a few feet away from her, taking in her reaction.

She wasn't a child or a teenager to not understand what his words meant. This was a serious situation and she clearly understood what he meant.

Though, she still couldn't believe it. Her hold on his blazer tightened and a strong yet calm whiff of amber and musk cologne hit her nose.

Mahoor opened her mouth to say something but she shut it again. She was left speechless and she didn't know what to say at these times

Altan saw it all. The grasp of hers on his blazer, the surprise and bewilderment on her face, her trying to say something but getting lost at words.

He was amused by seeing her go silent or else he never for once saw her quiet for any topic since he had met her.

Altan took a step towards her and still there was a lot of space between them.

“Chah ne laga hu, tumhe. Mujhe nahi pata ki yeh sab kaise hua, kab hua par yeh janta hu ke tum mere qalb ka sukoon ban chuki ho.”

He didn't break his gaze from hers, he cleared his throat trying to soften his voice from gruff, manly voice or else his proposal would sound like a threat rather than a delightful confession.

“Tumhari baaton se, tumhari inn labon ki beparwah hasi se, tumhari yeh,” he pointed to her eyes, “aakhon ki inn chamak se meri andheri duniya roshan hai.”

“Tum yu jab samne aa kar khadi hoti ho, ya fir mujhe bas dekh kar halka sa muskura deti ho, ya kuch bhi nahi kar rahi hoti ho, mera dil joh sirf naam ko mera ban ke reh gaya hai; dhadak uthta hai tumhare sirf ek ehsaas pe.”

Mahoor stood there astounded and she didn't know what to do.

For the first time in her life, a man was standing before her and was letting his heart out in front of her.

Many boys have approached her for relationships before but none of them ever laid out words like he did.

Taking the advantage of her silence, Altan continued because he knew if once she'd speak, he'd never be able to let his words out.

“Tum sirf saamne raha karti thi,” he placed his hand on his heart, “ab mere dil mein bhi rehti ho.”

He took a step towards her and smiled lightly, shocking the daylights of Mahoor as his lips never curled up willingly.

He shoved his hands in his pants pocket, “Tum jaisi paak aurat ke qabil nahi hai mujh jaisa wehshi darinda, par tumhari ek haa,” he paused and lowered his voice into a whisper, “aur ek mauke ka mohtaj hu main.”

A blow of wintry wind hit them, making his already messy hair to kiss his forehead and the tendrils of the woman's thick locks swirled with it.

“Main..” Mahoor spoke but Altan interrupted her.

“Meri baat abhi khatam nahi hui. Mere paas ek yahi pehla aur aakhri mauka hai, tumhe apni dil ki baat kehne ka tou mujhe bolne do.”

Mahoor shut her mouth and peered at the ground, signaling him to continue whatever he had to say.

“Mahoor.”

Her head jerked up to him. He was calling her by her name for the first time and the way her name rolled off his tongue with gentleness yet a yearning, struck her.

The rush of adrenaline increased in his body, making his heart thud in his chest as he spoke further.

“Mujhse nikah kar lo.”

The remaining sanity left her mind and her eyes widened.

She no longer couldn't keep her face straight, it was not Mahoor's cup of tea. She blinked in utter astonishment and massaged her temple.

‘Kaunse aur kitne bomb phodega yeh banda, bhai?’

“Meri panah mein tum mehfooz rahogi. Mera naam tumhare naam se judega tou mera sir hamesha fakhar se buland rahega. Yeh duniya tumhare qadmo mein la kar dene ke liye, sirf tumhare haa kehne ki deri hai.”

Altan looked at Mahoor who looked infinitely clueless. He didn't know what her answer would be but very impatiently he was waiting for one.

He didn't want to think about the negative side of the situation and was hoping for a positive one.

Altan had made up his mind that whatever her answer was, he'd still leave for Pakistan in the morning and execute his plan perfectly.

“Kuch kaho bhi.”

Mahoor gazed at him with hesitance. She didn't know how to give him an answer without shattering his hopes.

She always saw him as her brother's friend and called him bhai just because he was Zorawar's friend and brother's friends are supposed to be your brothers too.

She never saw Altan aka Haider in that way which he was expecting her to. His confession shocked her to such a level that she was still trying to wrap her head around it.

Mahoor blew out a puff of air and lifted her eyes to his.

“Main aapki bhavanau ki izzat aur behisab value karti hu par mere dil mein aap ke liye aisa kuch nahi hai.”

Altan stared at her with his poker face. He was getting rejected by her and to his being, it was amusing him rather than hurting him.

Mahoor smiled sadly, “Sorry. Aap ko yu unwillingly hurt karne ke liye par main shadi mein interested nahi hu aur main aisi position pe hu jaha pe mujhe sirf mera career dikhta hai aur kuch nahi.”

Altan tilted his head and his lips tugged up slightly in amusement.

Though he was a man full of pride and arrogance, her rejection didn't even hurt his ego a bit.

“Pure 21 saal mein, mujhe hardly teen char ladko ne propose kiya hai par kisi ne ne kabhi aise lafz nahi kahe mere liye.”

‘Ay pagal aurat? Yeh bolne wali baat thi?’

‘Bhai, tu chup hi achi lagti hai. Kyu muh khol ke apni situation ghaan karti hai?’

Ghan: (marathi word) dirt/dirty

Altan's face hardened and his palm curled into a fist only listening that she was proposed by some other boys too.

He gritted his teeth, “Farq hota hai, woh ladke the, main ek mard hu. Mard dil khol ke rakh dega, cheezein tumhare liye asaan karega, tumhari raah phoolo se bhar dega aur ek ladka tumhe hamesha uljhayega, woh sirf apna munafa dekhega.”

Mahoor nodded, “Baat toh sahi hai.”

She cleared her throat, “Jaha tak maine aapko jana hai, aap wehshi darinda tou nahi. Tou khud ke baare mein aisa nahi soche, yaqeen maane aapko duniya ki sab se best ladki milegi, bhai. Beshak Allah ji, behtar lekar behtareen se nawazte hai.”

Her words smacked him in the face.

First of all after all the lovely words, she was still being kind to him by consoling him about how he does not deserve to be put down by himself and secondly she mentioned his kidney favourite term, bhai.

He shook his head, “Tum jaan le lo, bhai nahi bulau.”

Mahoor chuckled, “Aadat ho gayi hai na, isiliye. Ab bataye kya bulau fir?”

‘Meri jaan.’

“Joh tumhe thik lage.”

She placed a finger on her chin, acting to think of a name to call him instead of bhai.

Her eyes brightened as a name popped up in her mind. She inhaled and spoke softly,

“Mirza.”

They stood there in silence, in the dark of the night, the orange street light shone upon them and only the noise of crickets could be heard.

“Aap ka surname bhi Mirza hai toh yahi bulate hai.”

Altan shook his head, “Jo aap ko sahi lage.”

“Chalein abhi? Packing bhi karni hai mujhe.”

“Zarur. Tum bhi kal philippines jaaogi aur main bhi apne ghar.”

Mahoor eyebrows raised, “Aap bhi kal nikal rahe ho?”

Altan nodded, “Yahi kuch subah 11 baje.”

“Chalo sahi hai phir tou. Kal mulaqat tou hogi nahi aap se, aap apna khayal rakhein.”

‘Tum khud rakhogi mera khyal, bas intizar karo.’

Altan gestured at the path in front of him, “Aau, tumhe chod du.”

Mahoor nodded and they both walked in silence till the gates of Noor-E-Jahan.

They stopped in front of the iron shields of the bungalow.

Mahoor waved a bye and smiled in gratitude at him, “Aap ke har saath ke liye shukriya. Maza aayi aapke saath bhot.”

She pushed out her hand, “Allah ne chaha tou fir mulaqat hogi aap se.”

Altan looked at her hand and took in his. He noticed that, compared to his rough yet huge palm, hers was very soft and small in size.

He felt like he was shaking his hand with a toddler but their hands fit in each other like a glove's mold.

“Mulaqat tou jald hogi tumse.”

Mahoor grinned and hauled her hand from his.

Altan saved the memory of her beaming face and the shine of her dark brown eyes as it was the last moment that she was smiling at him, for him.

Because in the future, he knew that he wouldn't be able to witness this sight and her lips would never curl up in his presence, either for him or at him.

Mahoor opened the gates and entered the bungalow's aangan. She turned back and waved her hand at him.

Altan nodded and saw her closing the door on him.

As the gate got shut on him, he smirked wickedly.

“Sharafat ka rasta lekar tumhe ek mauka dia tha,” he tilted his head, “tumne apni marzi chalayi.”

He shook his head as the smirk on his face turned into an evil smile, “Mahoor, O, Mahoor.”

He clicked his tongue, “Ghalat fehmi hai tumhe ki yeh humari aakhri mulaqat thi. Tum bas khud ko taiyar kar lena kyu ke iss baar,” his head fell back as a laugh rumbled out of his chest, “joh hoga woh meri marzi se hoga aur woh tumse bardasht nahi hoga.”

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