I will suggest if u know hindi , read it's hindi version . I have written this version for people who can't read or understand Hindi .

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                      BIN KUCH KAHE......

                   
Dil ka dariya beh hi gaya
Ishq ibadat ban hi gaya
Khud ko mujhe tu sonp de
Meri zaroorat tu ban gaya

Today, after a long time, there was a different scent in the winds, as if touching the spirit. After hearing the familiar footsteps, my growing steps stopped. When I looked back then there was no going back, I kept looking, as I have heard before or practically  done in my movies , similarly today my world stopped and I forgot breathing . Three years later, today I saw her just ten steps away from me. It's not that she wasn't beautiful in past but today in that red saree, she was looking like my living death , still don't know why but she didn't looked like before to me, something was missing, may be her innocence.

She was probably picking up some of her belongings from the ground, so her beautiful face entangled in her long black hair, was not visible to me. I Looked a little down, then the waist peeping out of her saree was seen, still soft like cotton , but a bit chubby, which used to be thin before. How easily she used to fit into me. The wind was also mischievous like me, which was disturbing her open tresses  , and was  showing me her stomach on which I have spent my countless nights in search of peace. Seeing her confused, my steps forwarded towards her just to get stopped after hearing chiming sound of her bangles. Looking at her hair grooming hands I drowned into the realisation of truth, those hands which used stroke my hair for hours, used to feed me daily, used to caress my face infinite times in a day , today they were full of red bangles .

In that one moment questions from all over the world came into my mind. Does those hands pray for me ,even today? Does her fingers still remembers my hair, my cheeks? Does she remember how I used to eat only by her hands ? The questions calmed down when I saw her cute little face that used to comfort me, those soft pink lips like rose petals, who did not get tired of taking my name, who might have kissed each of my wounds, and don't know  how many times they have increased my desires after meeting my lips, everytime. Does those lips takes my name even now ? Does they still blooms in my happiness ? Does they still asks for my happiness , in prayers?

The questions were many but the only answer is she . Her soft , golumolu cheeks just like Rasgulla anyone would want to eat , were looking more chubbier today. Her little nose, which used to swell with great love in anger, is still same, very cute. My footsteps progressed further to get stopped once more. Seeing someone else's vermilion in her hairline, I realised that my world remained in her, but she included someone else in her world. I do not know how she gave someone else the right to fill that hairline, which I used to kiss and all her fears were lost. I don't know it was out of love or stupidity that my insane heart asked the question, Does she still loves me? Her bangles and vermilion had already given the answer, but still my gullible eyes dared to peep into her ocean.

Her eyes are equally deep, black, doe shaped , just like deer . Today also, it was like they are compelling a person to drown in them. I don't know I was mad or that was truth but when she looked at me, my world got lost, lost in her eyes. I don't know if there was any conspiracy in her eyes or my reality. When I looked closely, I came to know that even today my name is written on the pages of those eyes. Moisture in them was may be pleasing her or was showing her helplessness. I was astonished, knowing that her one teardrop still wets my heart.

Baat dil ki nazron ne ki
Sach keh raha, teri kasam
Tere bin ab na lenge ik bhi dam
Tujhe kitna chahne lage hum

It was my illusion or my mistake I don't know. Hearing the sound of a heart lost in her eyes, I stepped forward just to get slapped by the truth . Just as a chattak bird who craves for rain, my longing arms were about to find peace in her arms again, but before that I saw someone else billowing from her arms. When I saw her going away from me ,years ago, I thought that moment was the most painful. But I realised it today that was a joke in the name of pain, the depth of pain and my helplessness is now known to me.

There is no one in the world more fortunate than this monkey, I thought after seeing (black spot) Kalank on my love, her husband. My gloomy eyes met with her moist ones and I realised no one is more unlucky than her husband who's wife is still my lover. Not for a moment her eyes move away from my face.

Tere bin ab na lenge ik bhi dam
Tujhe kitna chahne lage hum
Tere sath ho jayenge khatam
Tujhe kitna chaahne lage hum

Lost in each other, away from reality, we did not realize that her husband too was standing there desperately saying something to her. Forced at the hands of the heart she made all the things unheard except for the beating of my heart, which still beats for her, somewhere. Her eyes were responding to my heartbeats with tears, who were just showing her helplessness.

Hearing bitter bitter things, my eyes fell on the devil and saw the adorable soft physique that used to blossom after my love making, today she is shivering at his touch, As if she is afraid of him, but her eyes didn't feared even for a moment and keep finding love in my eyes, which may not have ever ended. Her golden body shining in the light of the sun was turning red from the harshness of devil. Her crime was just that she could not hear and see anything over me,  even today.

I saw devil's atrocities increasing when he was shaking her shoulders harshly, but still her focused was on me. Her pain was hurting me, but the seven vows of her marriage extended the gap of seven steps between me and her , forever. Those seven vows of her marriage stopped my seven steps. When I felt no right over her, she lowered her gaze and blinking her eyelashes said that she did not give any right to anyone , except me.

Baat dil ki nazron ne ki
Sach keh raha, teri kasam
Tere bin ab na lenge ik bhi dam
Tujhe kitna chahne lage hum

Just like in three minutes, I saw my life replaying . I do not know whether the love of three years was more true or the sorrow of separation of three years was deep, which made her forget the marriage of three months. May be the biggest truth of the world is marriage, but the greatest strength of human is love.

Hearing the sobbing snot coming out of her mouth it was found that devil broke the level of my patience when he slapped her cheek. Love is not obedient to anyone, and forced marriage is nothing less than slavery. Her husband must have seen me for the first time in life when I called him from behind and made him meet directly to the ground. When my hands showed him his place, my anger almost made his way to paradise.

Don't know who was the most wrong here? , The one who left her three years before ? Or the one who is married to someone else, forgetting the love of three years? Or her husband who separates our lives, which are entangled in each other? How the destiny and lines of luck on palms changes lives, hardly anyone can know better than us. Dieing at every moment and living in same moment for the sake of living , I have lived that when I read nd saw the news of her marriage. After then I don't know how many times I have looked for her in other girls and returned empty handed all the time. The effect was something like that on me, her memories were more intoxicating than alcohol.

Tere sath ho jayenge khatam
Tujhe kitna chaahne lage hum
Tujhe kitna chahne lage hum

Her smile and loving eyes stopped all my questions, so her arms answered all those questions. After three years embracing her , I relivied nd realised what peace is. Her embrace was raining on my deserted heart, where the seeds of love started growing again. Silence was speaking, telling untold stories , there were thousands of complaints in our hearts , but the answer was just uncontrollable and unconditional love. People have stories of love, but we created daastaan ae mohbbat.

Tears from our eyes weren't stopping not even for a moment they were crying out of happiness and pain together. Without saying anything, she extended her hand towards me and without saying anything I understood it. With each discarded bangle on the ground she was becoming mine again. When she bowed her head in front of me, I came to know that even today, our hearts talk more than words, I also erased the last sign of that person and kissed her hairline making her mine .

Iss jagah aa gayi chahatein ab meri
Chheen lunga tumhe saari duniya se hi
Tere ishq pe haan, haq mera hi toh hai
Keh diya hai ye maine mere Rab se bhi

More red than her vermilion was the color of my love that was adorning her cheeks. My heartbeats were more noisy than her bangles. Her husband's name may have been added in front of her name, but my name was with her, which was printed on every wall of her heart. It is wrong people say that the most sacred bond in the world is marriage, because my love has proved that there is nothing greater than the bond of the heart that connects souls and not just bodies.

I forgot the world and forwarded my hand in front of her and she held it without caring for anyone. I smiled in tears when I saw that nothing is ahead of me for her, even today. It was not that we were unaware of the difficulties or insecurities weren't there but beyond every difficulty, we saw our destination, our togetherness  which was necessary for our life. Many more doubts were there in the mind than the love we had in our eyes. But the hearts were convinced that our love won't lose. How will it lose who has passed so many tests, forgotten the rituals of the world, crossed all the limits for each other, and when the separation also didn't  defeated it right after each other's mistake, then that love cannot be so weak that will lean in front of marriage.

Jis raste tu na mile
Us pe ho mere kadam

Steps taken together on that day, after three months once again freed from every social bond moved together in my house to start our new life full of love with each other in a happily decorated house. My mother standing at the doorstep made her a part of our life after performing our Aarti, so my sister's embrace gave her a feel , the sense of belonging. The innocence and laugh of  children reflected the joy of playful house, so the guests and friends of the house made her feel connected with the big family. The smile of her face did not let my mind's happiness subside for a second.

Tere bin ab na lenge ik bhi dam
Tujhe kitna chaahne lage hum
Tere sath ho jayenge khatam
Tujhe kitna chahne lage hum
Tujhe kitna chahne lage hum

Her golden physique was shining with the moon on a moonlit night. Even today, she looked so desirable that neither my steps stopped nor my passion. Her leaning eyelids and blushing playfulness forced me to make her mine. She kissed my forehead with love , started the love and by sucking her lips I took it forward till I was completely drowned into her, two bodies became one soul. The night saw the union of two hearts and upcoming morning welcomed the sour sweet life ahead .......

Oh… Oo… Oh…
Tujhe kitna chaahne lage hum

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............. Aish ❣️.................