Wordsmith's Match

Wordsmith’s Match
“Hum Toh Sirf aashiq thee, naa Jaane kB yeh aashiqee: fitoor Mein Badal gyee!”
Dearest نور‎‎,
Once again, I have started the thing you hate. Once again, I broke the vow. Sorry نور,‎‎ but it seems as if the fact of pretending who I ain’t have started to wither. The whole “Deceptive” thing struck back. I don’t know why but often I miss you. I miss your company. I don’t know for how long the whole “I need a break” thing will last but gradually the thoughts have started to take a toll. At times, I sit down alone staring at the moon and portray you in the creamy mass but what will I do at the night of no moon? The thoughts of not finding you beside me on that day; surely gonna kill me and it seems the process has initiated.
My life has come to a stage, where ever and whenever I see you نور‎‎ with someone else, there’s a sudden rush of adrenaline that goes through my vein. What do you think, I haven’t seen you with the other guy, a few days ago? Though I was tired and a bit drunk but completely I do remember the way you walk with him at night. The way you both chatted and vanished past the foggy way.
I don’t know نور‎‎ is this the same personality disorder that once you hated, whatsoever it is I can’t hide it anymore. I can’t live with a meta tag of “being deceptive“. Though I tease you and try to act normal but literally I crave for that one thing- the day this mutual pact will end!
“Kbhe kbhe نور‎‎ , mnn toh krta ae tere pass aakr sb kuch fir se keh jaun , lekin darr lgta ae – kaheen yeh Chand bhe dhokha na de jaaye!“
“Ikraar-e-mohobbat“

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