HEER
Today a full four days have passed since he left. In these four days, my life got a bit out of fear and if I can tell the truth, I have lived quite comfortably in these last four days.
In these four days I did not miss him at all. I don't even want to remember him. I know he is sure to come but I want to spend these days without any worries. When he is with me, I am haunted by anxiety, fear and restlessness and I want to caress my heart till he is not there. I want my heart to beat peacefully, not restlessly.
My wounds also healed in these four days. It is quite relaxing. I can walk easily. These wounds healed for three full days so I was only able to use my legs yesterday and today also, I am going to cover the whole house.
By the way, the nurs
When her eyes open the next morning, she does not see Sanam around her. She remembers that Sanam slept with her yesterday and if her soul spoke, it would say that she had a very sweet sleep last night.She fell asleep by keeping her ear close to Sanam's chest and listening to his heartbeat. As if her mind was trying to understand Sanam's heartbeat. As if his heartbeat wanted to say something to her.She sits up and then Sanam also enters the room. He sees that Heer is awake. Heer also finds him ready and then she realizes that today both of them have to leave for America and Sanam had asked her to get ready.He stood ready in his suit and looked amazing.He smiled and came to her. He bows down a bit to kiss Heer's forehead and says, "Good morning,
Heer comes out of the room, tying her hair. Her eyes fall on Sanam who is standing in the living room and looking only at her. Her eyes are fixed directly on Heer and her expressions are unreadable.His hands tugged in his pocket and he looked eye-catching in his attire. His attire even makes him look taller and more dominant.Not just his dressing style or attire, but his looks, his authority-filled voice and every style he uses make his dominance squeak.She goes down the stairs and stands beside him. There was a lot of distance between the two of them. And because of that, she feels safe but he only gets irritated.He then held her hand and then walked out. His way of holding Heer's hand, the way he looked at her, was full of care
HEERI am blown away when I see the room. I am standing near the bed and just staring at every wall in front of me. Is it a dream? I can't help but think.Because such passion is buried only in the pages of books. It all seems like a dream.The room is big, beautiful but at the same time covered only by my pictures. I am the only one on every wall of the room. Every single picture of me is decorated on the walls.On the wall opposite the bed is the biggest picture of me smiling. This is a picture of me when I wore a Rajasthani outfit in a competition to represent my nationality. I came in second place.I don't even know when he took my picture."I was the VIP
HEERNothing has increased or decreased from what Sanam had said. Listening to him reminded me of the moment when I found the best friend of my life from God.Yes, he was my best friend!Our friendship was a wonderful coincidence, but that friendship became very deep within a few days. In just a few days, Sanam had come very close to me. What do I like to eat and what do I not like, my favorite flowers, what makes me laugh and cry on other things, everything I hate and everything I love, my birthday and I don't know what things he knew more about me than me. Maybe he understood me more than me. The moments were indeed so beautiful.Let me tell the truth and my soul also testifies to this. I have never found a friend like Sanam who left no stone unturned in givi
HEERI was five years old at that time and our friendship could not be longer. Just after two years, my dad asked me to move to America for my further studies. I didn't know why he wanted that but as I listened to my father, I couldn't say 'NO' to him and moved to America where I missed Sanam a lot but after meeting Emir, he made me forget Sanam.I raise my eyes to see him. Those amber orbs were already darted on me. Sighing, I mustered up the courage to tell him what I desperately wanted to tell."Now that you've remembered everything, you can't refuse to accept me, Heer, right?"I gulp. His voice is soft but I've seen how easily his demeanor changes. His demeanor changes at the speed of light but still I had to put my point before him.
HEER"I don't know what love is but what has happened to me, I swear I won't be able to live without you."God, if this is love then I would like that love should never happen to anyone. If it is really so painful, then I ask why these moths of flame give themselves pleasure in pain like this.Love is really like a burning flame that keeps wandering moths around itself. Get restless and burn in sorrow. I don't know why they let themselves feel this.Hearing Sanam's words, my breath stopped. Every word that came out of his tongue was laced with passion. His passion was visible not only in his tongue and in his words but also in his eyes. His vibrating red eyes were just sinking deep in my eyes. Those fiery eyes and I couldn't help but gulp.
HEERMy eyes open and I see that I am in bed. I remember last night how Sanam fed me with his hands and then commanded me to go to sleep.With the intention of not arguing with him, I came to the room peacefully and slept.I got much better sleep. For the first time in so many days I slept without any medicine. Otherwise, I remember that every time I was put to sleep by giving me drugs, due to which my head burst every morning with pain, unlike today.I take a deep breath and get up. I sit on the bed and stretch my hands. This room was not as dark as the previous room, which does not scare even the heart. At least I don't think this room is dangerous.There is a window in the room just opposite the bed, which
HEERMy eyes suddenly widened. I think I mishear him but then he nods, "You hear me right, babe," as if reading my thoughts."S-Sanam, it's...it's w-wrong. You can't marry me," I almost whispered in my words. I stop eating and just focus on him.Sanam has been surprising me from the beginning and even now this announcement has disturbed my mind. He never thinks before throwing a bomb on someone. Whatever he likes to do, he does it in his own way. He never cared about others. Why is Sanam like this?I am frustrated because of him, fed up and not having the courage to bear him anymore. Most importantly, I don't even love him. There is only Emir in my heart whom I have loved dearly.I have only dreamed of s