Keepsakes of love chapter 3~ mohabbat naam hai mera~


chapter 3 “Mohabbat naam hai mera”

she blushed when her fingers brushed with each other and the feeling of her ring ……..

each and every jewelry, each and very action, it only remind her of him….

even if she was breathing, the coming breath remind her of him, some sweet moments, the faint breath of his on her cheek, the husky whispering voice of his in her ears, and nude shameless touch on her body of his……..

It was all alive, alive like iuts yesterday only when he touched her, when he claimed her and when he possessed her, showing his every rights to her, announcing yes she belongs to her…

~Flashback ~

She was sitting in the mid of the bed… in red heavy lehanga, it was their first night together, they became husband and wife with saying three words three times… they become husband and wife legally by signing the papers… They became husband and wife in, each sense, except physical…

He was going to make her his, in every sense, even without exclaiming him, she knew he won’t stop today, nor he will listen to her… she was blushing, smiling, having goose bumps on her body and feeling strange sensation on her lower parts, she took deep breath when door clinked opened, shiver ran down through her spine…

Ahaaa geet kal toh aapke chehrey ka glow dekhne laayak hogha, dekhtey hai maan kaa pyaar aapke chechre ko kaisa nor deta hai, dekhtey hai maan ke pyaar ki mehak aapko kitna mehkaati hai,

teasing tone of one of her cousin echoed in her mind, sending shivers in her heart, she clutched the dupatta tightly, being a doctor, she knew every physical thing in detail, but for the first time she was unfamiliar to her feelings…

Was that fear, was that happiness, was that nervousness, nop its all love.., Her heart claimed , u idiot he just entered in your life and you claiming in love with him, remember u are in NIKAAH of that person and these two words of nikaah *qubool hai* have a strong power to bound two person in a relation of love, relation of care…

He came and sat next to her, she clutched herself bit more, shaant geet, relax he is your husband..

Darr lag raha hai geet, she heard him, whispering mischeviously..

Arghh such a dumb he is nahi nahi mera toh bhaangda karne ka mann kar raha hai… she muttered …

I can hear that, he said sounding stern, she gulped hard yeh toh gussa hone laghey …

Nahi, she murmured kyaa me ne nahi suna…. he said bit loudly….


I heard that…. she gasped when his hands reached her waist, squeezing her flush ….

Shssss she hissed what he was doing with him just a mere touch and he was sending him another world….as if she was flying in some another sky, reaching to another peak and coming down with same fervor…  

He came ahead, taking her hand in his he snaked his arms around her back…. kissing her fingertips one by one he was intently gazing her, carving her each and every expression on his heart he wanted more and more…

She was breathing heavily, closing her eyes she was feeling… she was feeling him, she was feeling the sensation being drugged by him with syringe of  his love….

She felt something cold in her finger, she opened her eyes and gasped seeing the beautiful diamond studded emerald ring with gold … he smiled and kissed her…

Removing their close one by one he laid her on the bed… she was feeling shy, somewhere ashamed… she closed her eyes even if he was her husband she never be like this infront of anyone, she tried to refuse the thoughts when she felt warmth.. She opened her eyes and witnessed most beautiful moment of her life, he covered her with duvet  … he respects her dignity, the thought itself made her fall in love with him more and more…

He  kissed her on her forehead,  caressing her from eyebrows to jaw moving downwards till the chin…soon the hands replaced with lips, line of kisses creating some new feelings which she never thought existed in her…..

She smiled a bit when he looked at her…

daroghi toh nahi naa geet….

he asked her with lots of hopes, lots of expectation… she looked at him gathering her all rest courage she holding her self properly closing the mere distance between them she left the duvet and holding his neck snaking her hand around his neck she gave a soft peck on his lips…

It was peck of acceptance,

A peck of surrender…

A peck of trust … and

A peck of claim …

A peck to answer his all questions and a peck for the gateway of new life …

He was first shocked than realization struck him, he was pleasantly surprised capturing her lips he took her into the new world with a soul searing kiss…….

He nibbled her lower lips… licking the sweetness of her skin, outlining her lips with his tongue he was playing his card, he wanted her to desire him the way he was desiring, he wanted her to became desperate for him, the way he was for her, he wanted her to be drugged by him, and never came out of his habit…  

He bite her upper lip, she gasped in pain and opened mouth for breath , having the opportunity he entered in her mouth, their tongue playing in their own rhythm, rolling inside her mouth, what he was searching for ???  a new way to galaxy….. 

His hands were roaming on her body shamelessly, pinching, somewhere ticking all over the body creating havoc inside him… he gabbed on of her mountain… that was last rope of her self control.. she hold his back…. pinching and caressing her nipples he was making it impossible for him to not to react…but alas least she knew he was all doing just to break her self control.. and he was damn succeeded in it… leaving her lips he sucked her breast… latching to her nipples making it rock hard…. he sucked , sucked sucked till he was breathless, so was she because of his torture….he left her one breast and grabbed another while his hands caressed the one he left …..

Umm Maaan… she moaned whispering his name she had send him on the verge of insanity….

He increased the pressure, rolling his tongue on her pink nipples, she arched to give him some more space… he left another satiating his desires…the disappointment was evident on her face… in just some fraction of seconds he touched her soul, with his genuine and sincere gesture…

He kissed her nose… turning her , lying her on her stomach he digged his head in hollow of her shoulder kissing her whole back , he grabbed her breast with his hands again licking, kissing ……his saliva was wetting her nape.. she was loving it.. she was loving the feeling being loved by her husband…  she clutched the bed sheet for supports

Kissing her nape he came near to her something which stopped her breath…


She turned with a swift, looking deeply in his eyes she seen…

Sincerity, genuineness, care and true love….

Blushing she looked down, she was trying to hide her happiness, that hidden smile on her face which was struggling to show up…

He tickled her.. mujh se apni hassi chhuppaa rahi ho geet…

She was shocked with his action, she looked at him with fake anger trying to slap her he hold her hand with one and started tickling with another..

She started laughing.. she was ticklish since childhood and he had knowing this fact he was taking benefit of it…

But he was loving the melodious chim laughing sound of his wify…

He was in love with her, since long, might be the moment he realized she was going to be his…and now she was his, his life, his wife, his jaan, his ghazal…..

Kissing her for one more time he entered in her with a swift thrust… she felt sharp pain in her lower parts , she held him for support, digging her nails in his masculine biceps she bite lower lips… he stopped at his way…

Cupping her face he kissed her lips “are u alright” he asked with concern…..

I was never better than this … she said smilingly, with tears brimming eyes… they rocked and forth , claiming each other, thrusting in one another finally they climaxed with each other …  

They made love that night for the first time, as if it was last time, as if there was no tomorrow, as if the words never meant them.. the only things which were satisfying them was their togetherness……..


Mohabbat naam mera haii

Kabhi me dard deti hu..

Kabhi dil me jo bass jaaou

Tu dil ko tod deti hu

Kabhi joh paas aajaaou

Mujhe tum chahana chaho

Me tum se door jaaunghi

Jo tum paa bhi mujhe loghey

Me sukhi rait ke jaise

Tere haatho se phisloonghi…

Mohabbat naam hai mera

Tu mujh se nafrate hi kar

Me tujh me pyaar baatunghi…

Tu usko chah bhi le to

Paane kaa gumaa naa kar

Me tujh ko todh dunghi phir..

Mohabbat naam hai mera

Me dushman se buri hu phir

Magar tu yaad rakh yeh bhi

me teri dost hi hu naa

tu dil ke paas rakh mujh ko

me dil ko tod dunghi phir..

mohabbat dard hai gar to

haa me bhi dard hi hu phir

me aansu dunghi tujh ko bhi

ke khushiya mera hissa hai

haa me khudgarz bhi hu naa

ke yehkhudgarzi bhi mujh ko

teri hi amaanat haii…

mohabbat naam mera haii

haa tujh ko dard dunghi me

ke bass yeh kaam mera hai



He hold the knob, as he was going to open the door, the word Ghazal made him stop on his track…

Ghazal ghazal ghazal……

Kaha thaa hum ne bhaij dijiye maaji ko  yaha se kucch dino ke liyeh door , aap jaante hai aaj who phir se ghazal ghazal chillane laghi thi ghar me who toh shukar hai maan waha nahi they…

It was Shaima sajjad, arguing with her husband…

Maan ki yaado se ghazal toh chali gayi Allah kaa ahsaan hai humpar..

Iss ghar se kaise nikaalenghe uski yaad ko….

Kyaa aap nahi jaanti shaima, ghazal ki yaad iss ghar ke har ek koney me basti hai…..

5 saal , 5 saal me ussne iss ghar ko har tarah se badal diyaa , mujhe maa ji kef aisle par kabhi bhi regret nahi hua, humaarey bacho ki shaadi un kaa kiyaa hua sabse behtareen faisla tha… he was going on and on when shaima cut off in mid….

Aleena aaj Azhar ke saath khush hai … lekin kab tak?

Aapko kyaa lagtaa hai jab azhar ko pata chalegha ke uski behan ke saath yaha kyaa hua, who aleena ko apne saath rakhegha??

Nahi sajjad aapki galat fehmi hai yeh ….

Who aleena ko immediately yaha bhej degha aur Geet ki talash me nikal jaayegha…

Agar geet ki life ruined hui hai toh Aleena ki bhi life stake pe hai…

Aapko samajhna hogha …

Hume geet ko dhundhnaa hogha… iss se pehle maan ko uske baarey me kucch bhi pata chale , iss se pehle azhar yaa geet ki family me se kisi ko kucch pata chale ….

Aur Dhoondh kar kya karenghey??? Sajjad was fuming in anger….

Kya aap nahi jaanti azaan ki maut ke baad kyaa hua thaa??? Maan aur ghazal kaise toot gaye they apne bacche ke marney ke baad… kya kuchh nahi suna hum ne society me ….

Iklota beta humara, perfect in everything and uska beta, humara pota???

Disabled ??


They were talking , arguing but for Maan, it was realization of millions… he felt his head was spinning…. everything was zooming in and out inside his head….

He wanted to open the door and talk to them but….

He was feeling helpless, he was feeling powerless…. he wanted to learn every damn truth of his life every damn memory which fate deleted from his life……….

He somehow managed to hold the wall nearby and left for his room, more than any realization he wanted to be in proper state to find the truth of his life…

His wife….


Im really very sorry Guyz for not keeping my promise and I really mean it

Well another bad news Mumma is nt well and M really worried fr her due to her careless nature and mostly I have to rejoin my office from Monday arghhh aftre a several months more than half year im joining back but dont wory will try to update regularly as I decided before but Yes I indeed need ur lost of love and support
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Teaser of Keepsakes of love (in poem)

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Mohabbat naam mera haii

Kabhi me dard deti hu..

Kabhi dil me jo bass jaaou

Tu dil ko tod deti hu

Kabhi joh paas aajaaou

Mujhe tum chahana chaho

Me tum se door jaaunghi

Jo tum paa bhi mujhe loghey

Me sukhi rait ke jaise

Tere haatho se phisloonghi…

Mohabbat naam hai mera

Tu mujh se nafrate hi kar

Me tujh me pyaar baatunghi…

Tu usko chah bhi le to

Paane kaa gumaa naa kar

Me tujh ko todh dunghi phir..

Mohabbat naam hai mera

Me dushman se buri hu phir

Magar tu yaad rakh yeh bhi

me teri dost hi hu naa

tu dil ke paas rakh mujh ko

me dil ko tod dunghi phir..

mohabbat dard hai gar to

haa me bhi dard hi hu phir

me aansu dunghi tujh ko bhi

ke khushiya mera hissa hai

haa me khudgarz bhi hu naa

ke yehkhudgarzi bhi mujh ko

teri hi amaanat haii…

mohabbat naam mera haii

haa tujh ko dard dunghi me

ke bass yeh kaam mera hai

Okhh so any one guess what will be the title of chapter 3 ??  Tello tello yaaro its so simple and haa …
update will be up tomorrow 😀  love u all
P.s. those who arent a reader of KOL can read this poem as POEM  😛 😛
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Keepsakes of love chapter 2 ~tujhe chahna meri bhool thi~

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Chapter 2- “kuchh bhool thi”

Next day, fresh morning, Geet woke up with heavy heart still smiling lips, patience, this is what Islam insist, in every bad or good moments, you should have a faith on Allah, smilingly you have to face every hurdle, and Praise Allah in every good or bad, HE was, is and will be creator of destiny, She Offered her Fajar Salah, completing daily house hold chorus she left for clinic.

She reached in mid of the way when something grabbed her attention, It was a small kid, sitting on the shallow corner of road, crying, he was in school uniform, looking nice yet crying face of his was startled restlessness,

Arey Kyaa hua aapko bacha, she said, sitting next to him, she smiled a bit, Kisi ko hasana bhi toh Sadqa e jaariyaa hai, (make someone smile is a virtue whose return never stops, it’s a good investment.)

Meh… main ap….apne am…ami abbu se na…. Naa … Naraaz  hu, he said sobbing more, she looked at him in pain,

arey arey arey aaiye humaarey paas aaiye. She felt like to embraced that small baby in her secure arms,

 baby was reaaly cute, approximate age of 5-6 years,

ammi ne mera naam MAAN rakha hai, saarey dost mujhe tease kartey hai, Koi NAAN (bread) bulaata hai toh koi PAAN (leaf ), Mujhe school nahi jaana sab mujhe tease karenghey, he cried more and smile of geet’s face vanished in fractions….

The boy said and lowered his head on her , trying to feel the warmth of motherhood, he rested his head on her lap….



It was another morning of after their engagement, man somehow managed to enter into her room by on of the common used window,


She was terrified, The whole house was crowded with Family and relatives, she was sharing the room with Aleena, and Anya, his sister and her sister, Girls  had great fun whole night by teasing each other, Aleena and geet both were engaged day before only… It was exchanged marriage, Maan’s sister was going to marry with Geet’s brother so that Maaneet…

Maan and Geet both was first cousin, geet was his aunt’s daughter , Hira aunty, sister of his father,   their marriage was fixed when they were at the entrance gate of teen age, Azhar and maan both was of same age, so that Aleena and Geet, it was their Dadu’s wish to tie the knot and secure the relations of her children forever…..

He somehow grabbed & cornered her hiding from everyone’s view,

Ghazal, Kal khoob lag rahi thi, be ready to be Mrs. Ghazal khan….He whispered in her ears, instantly increasing her heartbeats and coloring her beautiful face with blush of his love,

Huhhh Mrs. Ghazal khan nahi Mr. maan, Its Ms. Geet Siddiqui, she naughtily chirped and showed him tongue.

He raised his eyebrow arghhh…
geet yeh Kaisa naam hai, he teased her,

Aur Maan yeh kaisa naam, she got annoyed and irritatingly exclaimed, He loved to call her ghazal, he hold her soft hand and turned it on her back, It was first time they were talking openly after the approval of their alliance, she always used to play hide and seek, uff she was such a shy that whenever he came from UK to India, she never met, whereas Azhar and Aleena used to talk a lot ….

Knowing his shy nature, maan never forced her to talk,

He turned her and her back was glued to his taut chest, whereas her hand was still in his hold which he twisted on back. He pulled her near him, and whispered, Maan kaisa naam nahi ghazal accha naam hai….

She got irritated with his dominance, yeh accha naam nahi hai maan, It sounds so stupid, In Marathi it means forehead, she retorted,

And in Arabic it means PROFESSOR, he  replied calmly.

Arghh whatever,

Geet don’t say whatever, I will teach u EVERYTHING, very soon, he answered in husky voice, she was having goose bumps with his voice, with his tones…she pushed him and ran away, promising herself never to come in front of him ever ….

And he chuckled somewhere feeling contented having her in his life….


aap boliyeh naa didi aap bolti kyu nahi …

Aap ko bhi lagta hai Maan is nt a good name... her chain of thought broke by a small and innocent voice, she smiled and cupped his face,

She was filled of love, and kindness, she couldn’t see anyone in pain, and yeh toh naam hi uski zindaghi tha, phir iss naam ko who dard me kaise dekhti….

She kissed her forehead affectionately and wiped his tears, she opened her bag and gave him a chocolate… being a doctor and migrane patient, she always carried chocolate with her…

The boy smiled little and accepted the small bar, hmm toh maan aap ro kyu rahe they kyu ke aapka naam accha nahi hai??

Hmm … he nodded innocently…

Awww , she hugged him again…

Aap jaantey hai aapke naam ka meaning sabse accha haii, sabse alag, do u know in different languages it carried different meaning…

Now boy was really curios to know, as till now he only heard teasing tone for his name and for the first time, he had heard someone appreciating his name…

The meaning of this name in Arabic is professor, I mean teacher, u know naa teacher is one , who teach us good things, she smiled and asked and boy felt better….  he was waiting for more looking her eagerly to open up the secret of his name..

The meaning of Maan in Marathi is Forehead, it indicate the fortune and good will of a person , so u are a fortunate one baby, she kissed his left cheek…

The boy smiled little with her gesture; he was actually feeling good now….       

The meaning of Maan in Hindi is Respect, and in punjaabi it means self respect and in Persian it means Respected Sir… she pinched his chin and gave her cheeky smile…

And at last in Indian origin it means Masculine like you, she tickled the small boy and he laughed out loudly, the last traces of sadness was vanished, ….she smiled and kissed his both the cheeks, chalo abhi jaldi se school ke liyeh bhaago, aur suno koi ab tease karey toh bata dena How superior you are…

Aisa kisi ki baato darr ke apne raastey nahi chhodtey beta, she put her hand on his head and smiled…

She turned to leave, when she seen Daii jaan standing behind her, with painful expression…. dusro ko batana aasaan hotaa hai meri bachi khud bhi usko Implement karo…

She touched her cheek and plead painfully...those who love us, our moods matters to them , they feel contented by looking our gleeful face, sadness of our face wrench their heart, I guess that’s called love, True love…

Geet smiled painfully and screamed in horror, Daii maa aapne late karwaadiya …

Patients must be waiting for me….

She rushed towards the direction of clinic when stumbled a bit, and the name which came in her mind first was ….


Whom we love most, why we always anticipate them to come in our troubles? Why we always expect them to come and save us from the world, though the person was not even bothering to know how the hell we are living the life without them… 

She left for clinic smilingly on the small child who was now smiling and glowing with zeal….


It was afternoon timing, she was in clinic, alone, thus the loneliness matters now, when she knew that whole life is going to be alone, her life and darkness of vacant heart, emptiness and obscurity which was a vital part of her life, seems eternal and unbreakable part of her verve.

She opened her diary, and started scribbling her heart on the blank paper….


~Mere humsafar tujhe chahna meri bhool thi ~

 Mere Humsafar mujhe kyaa khabar

Tujhe chahna meri bhool thi

Tujhe unn duwaao me maangna

Tujhe harr dafa youn dekhna

Meri bhool thi meri bhool thi

Tujhe kya mila mujhe kyaa pata

Mujhe gham ki soorat me dil mila

Mera dil kabhi tha mohaabat bhara

Usse tod kar marod kar

Tujhe kyaa mila, Mujhe yeh bata

Mere aankho me they khuwaab kuch

Unhe karchi karchi khwaab kar

Tujhe kyaa mila , mujhe yeh bata

Mujhe apni mohaabat pe guroor tha

Ghamand tha

Ussey reezah reezah bikhair kar

Tujhe kyaa mila

Mujhe maaf kar mere humsafar

Tujhe chahna meri bhool thi

Tujhe sochna meri bhool thi

Ab phir bhi meri hai yahi duaa

Tu khush rahe ab harr jagah

Tanhaiiya meri humnawa

Tujhe saath kisi ka mile sada

Mere humsafar tu jo maang le

Mere paas ab who haqq nhi bacha

Tere Raasto me saath hu

Yeh weham mujhe bhi tha kabhi

Woh hawa hua


Yeh mohabbato ka ziyaa bana

Mujhe maaf kar mere humsafar

Tere raasto me me ab nahi

Teri manzilo se ab mera nishaa ab mitt gaya

Tujhe chahne ka gumaan bhi khatam huaa

Meri Zindaghi me tera wajood nahi hai ab…

Harr raat me, harr baat me tanhaaiya meri humnawa

 (Eza 😀 )

She sighed and closed the diary, what she could do more than writing , what she could do more than sharing her heart with non existing diaries, she was never good in expressing herself from mouth, she would have kept quite rather than expressing what she felt, and that’s what she done, she kept quite, rather defending him, she kept quite when she needed to speak up….

She left all rather asking him for explanations….

She closed her eyes and sighed, rubbed her face trying to shoo off the unsaid, undesired thoughts…


She rang the bell of the house, she was annoyed, damn irritated…

Again Fight with Ahrar was sending her on verge of insanity, he was mad, he was crazy, he was possessive , she love him crazily , Damn but it doesn’t mean she would follow each and every command of his, that too without a legal relation…

Bhabhi its me Anya Darwaza khole please….. She shouted bit loudly, Allah miyaa when they repair this damn camera of the door, and being ALEENA BHABI,  fattu as usual wnt open the door till the time she won’t believe its me Arghhhh ……

Aleena opened the door and smiled sweetly, whereas Anya smiled scarstically and eneterd in the room,

With her facial expression Aleena realized anya isn’t in a good mood …..

She rushed to call Mazhar, knowing storm is on the way….



It was dinner time at maan’s place when Mr. Sajjad khan entered in the house, all servants rushed to took briefcase from his hand..

He smiled and answered the Salaam of his servants….

The name and fame which he gained demanded the same treatment he was having now, like a king…

Maan seen him entering inside the mansion, the huge and lavish , mansion decorated like a newly wed bride, the huge walls and large windows, saying nothing but a dignity of Khan’s in the city….

Maan was feeling all unfamiliar, seems the strange feeling, the strange aroma was tying him in its magic, he was feeling strange to himself, he was dying to be in embrace, he was longing for the familiar warmth, unknown to himself he was desiring something which he had swear to himself to not to desire… he was Desiring her, he was missing her, he was missing his Ghazal….


He felt his breath choked, why he was feeling she was his, she belonged to him, he possessed her??

Why he was feeling she need him, she did cried for her, and he was helpless….

I need to talk to ammi aabu, ghazal Kon hai?? Kaha hai?? Agar yah nahi toh q nahi??

 He rushed towards the Room of mr. and Mrs. Sajjad Khan..

He was about to knock on the door, when he heard her name  again…    


she was doing bed sheet, all set to have some sleep when he came from behind…she was in night gown with a net jacket tied with thin string, he hugged her passionately, kissing her shoulder, nape and squeezing her waist, he was showing his passionate yet demanding side, she turned around and hugged him with same fervor,

he started kissing her forehead, than a trail of kisses from forehead to chin in curvy way from upward to down on left side as well as righ side…

she closed her eyes and clinched his shirt, holding him tightly for support she indulged more in him…

he was insanely kissing her, she was madly falling for him… the passion, the burning desire was much more to handle…

Bhabhi …… it was anya on the other side

They breakaway feeling dejected, they wanted to spend time together….

AZHAR frustratingly brushed his hair while  Aleena giggled….



She reached home in evening, it was night time, she was having rest after Isha prayers, they say right, the moment u start believing in almighty things change, things changed drastically, the pain replaced with satisfaction and the restlessness turned into patience, it is free of cost, but human nature….  we desire only those things which show its value, an intangible asset, which resides in our own self, we never appreciate it, but we evaluate all those things which show its own value, might be that’s the reason nowadays morality, loyalty, trust, honesty all these assets deceiving its value, whereas all stuff which showing its monitory value gaining people’s attention …

She was sitting on the bed with so folded hands on her chest , again all beautiful memories of past started surrounding her, started drowning her in its own pool of happiness and sorrows,

Six year ago when Maan first came to her place, their first meeting, though he was her cousin but she always maintained appropriate distance, which always increased the worth of her dignity, what he was maan, even being a first cousin he was just a mere stranger for her..

She always treated him as a stranger only, though she knew he was going to be her life partner, but she never giggled with him, she never met him, she never played with him before her engagement…

she smiled with reminisce of their pre wedding meeting, when she not even looked up, he was damn annoyed, he wanted her to talk the way Aleena used to talk with Azhar, but what she could do, her shy behavior, yet the way she grew up , never allowed her to come infront of him, yes she was the one who named as Typical orthodox in the family, she liked to read books on Seerah and loved to implement it on her life, she prefer to be in love with Allah rather than human being, her philosophy of love was damn different from Maan’s logic of love……     

she blushed when her fingers brushed with each other and the feeling of her ring ……..

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Keepsakes of love – chapter 1 (yaad e maazi)

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Chapter -1 (memories are curse)

Yaad e Maazi Azaab hai yarab

Chheen le mujh se hafiza mera

(past memories are painful cursed my lord….

Please snatch my memories of past)

He entered in the room, limping, fracture on his left leg was still paining, he winced as  standing without support was still abandoned for him, but who could order MSK…

He glared to servant who came to help him, seeing his boss in pain, more of a duty it was his humanity, as Khan Family was honorable and respected family of  UK, being in a western culture Mr. sajjad Khan made his own Identity, and he was famous for his honesty, modesty and humble nature…

His family, they were total five peoples, Maan Sajjad Khan, New MD of Khan’s Technologies,


And at last Aleena


only daughter of  Shaima & Sajjad khan…

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And finally the last and oldest person of the family , their dadu , mother of Sajjad Khan….


Maan lied down on the bed, head injuries were still paining like hell, but the only thing which was disturbing him was emptiness of the room and blank space of his heart, he was strongly feeling something was missing, though his memory not at all supporting him, well what he suffered was not less, first accident on the UK highway and at last ending up in coma….

Well that’s what they told him..


They were not someone Maan, they are your family, they said they used to live together..

They said na but do I remember this all…

I forgot my own existence, how can I remember them…he sighed and tried to divert his attention,

He stood up went towards the  closet, he opened the door  and trying to search something, something he was not sure himself, when a he felt he found his happiness, he grabbed that book and wrapped out,


It was the main title of the book, he opened it, It was diary neatly wrapped in colorful scrap paper and beautifully decorated with original rose petals and pearls…

Two smiling eyes were patched those eyes were beautiful double lined with kohl, saying saga of its own beauty…


He smiled and had hugged book as if it was his only life left….

The name was familiar, as if it was close to his heart, as if he heard it many times…..

He came to his bed and opened the diary with shivering hands……..

The first page was beautifully designed in heart shape with rose patels filled wd and above those patels some  drops of wax, from far it was looking fresh rose patels with drop of dew above it…

He turned the next page, it was her handwriting, his heart pounded and contended with glee and he caressed page with soft hands, as if that page was new born baby and the harsh and soft touch would hurt it…….

(Diary part in purple)

Dt: 21/10/2012


Never knew it, I would be writing something like this for someone *blushing hard*

Do answer me please I m very confuse

Have you ever felt how it feels when u become life of someone???

 Have you ever felt how it feels when someone called u with so much authority, with so much possessiveness without any relation and still it all feels so right, and so much divine….

Have you ever felt the belongingness to someone …..

Have you ever felt hell in heaven ???

Well if you felt that , Than I can say YOU ARE IN LOVE…

Well, not specifically you, its me more than you, which is falling in love , every fraction of second….

Falling in love with every coming breath of mine….

Falling in love with “YOU”….

“YOU” a word of three letters but certainly became my whole existence.

You, its only you, I am hopelessly, crazily in love with ….

Its only you I want to be with Its only you who become important in my life, more than my own existence….

I know you might be pleasantly surprised while reading this…

Heheheee Com’on my PROFESSOR don’t go crazy…

Hey have u remember the day maan, when we met first time…

Chaddo ji me bhi kisko baat karne bol rahi hu, aap se toh sirf aankho se baate hoti hai haaye aap pe sach me kitni ladkiyaa marti hoghi naa college me (dekho clear the wrinkles of ur forhead , oyee stop there only don’t make this face, it increase my heart beats hehehehe now don’t smile like fool oopsss, sorry sorry gussa naa karna please arey…. aap phir shuru ho gaye, mujhe likhne do na aise imagination me aakar don’t disturb me  )

Maan smiled with tears, and chuckled feeling something really incredible, though he had unaware of every fact but he was feeling, he lived those moments…. but with whome…



His reverie broke with the scream , he tried to move but felt strong contradiction in his same leg, he was getting annoyed with this handicappedness….he somehow managed to come out of the room taking support of pillars he stood near the railing looking down in hall…

It was dadu, calling ghazal,  he stood there silently hoping to see the girl, whose name is GHAZAL,  but felt dejected when seen his mother coming from kitchen hurriedly and she literally shook Dadu to not to shout and they were talking in whispers, then he seen Dadu shedding silent tears as soon as his mother left, she took out one long scarf and kissed it numerous times and clutched as if it was dear to her….

Maan came into his room, he was strongly feeling pain due to pressure on plaster,….

He hold diary and sat back…     

 He opened the same page and read remaining lines…

All were beautiful, romantic, anyone could feel special after reading those lines with thought in mind that  those lines written by their lover for them….

But he smiled sadly, the feeling to emptiness started roaring badly, it intensified the pain in multiples…..when he had read,


He looked the date again and it did strike him, 21-10-2012, it was date of previous year, his last Birthday, 21st October was his date of birth, this piece of information he had get when he was hospitalized, and his parents were so much worried for his health, knowing he was suffering from AMNESIA due to major head injury …….



She opened the door of room, It was cool and breeze were soothing but how something can give comfort when is burning with unsaid and untamed desire, when something brutally snatched away by others….

He smiled sadly and caressed her 5 months visible bump..

She went near the mirror and switched on the lights….

ghazal  geet

thanks to sumaiya for this Edit 🙂

She removed her BURKA and sat on bed for sometimes to catch the breath, as it was suffocating to hold burka *hijaab* and take care of own self with unborn baby residing inside her, she took glass of water, sat on the chair took glass in right hand and drank in three breaths… saying Alhamdullillah (Praising Allah) she got up to palce the glass on table, she lied down on bed, waiting for Isha Salah (prayer after sunset) somewhere from far, prayers were echoing, Mosque was far away from her place, she placed a clean carpet to offer the prayers First, after competing her salah she was praying, she was sitting in courtyard , it was her daily routine, fter him life became numb, she was living like a zombie…

Her clinic and after that this small house was her life , nothing extra than this, no one except ….

Her chain of thoughts broke with knock on the door, she looked at the person who just entered in the house and smiled, aa gayi aap Daai maa ..

She smiled when daai maa came and kissed her forehead effectively and both smiled..

Aaj aap late ho gayi beta?? Daai maa looked at her with concern,

Dair se toh aaj aap bhi aayi hai daai maa, Kaha gayi thi aap?? Geet looked at old lady with small smile trying to lighten the situation… they both smiled and than started laughing…

With her Geet was also laughing, her laugh, Daai maa stopped , once their was a time when her voice used to chime in whole house, she was jaan of whole house, and now with her life her laugh also became empty, just an empty voice, without emotion, without happiness…

Daai maa left the room with heavy heart, commanding geet to take rest and not to do anything even after knowing the fact, she will end up in doing something if not for house than for her baby…..

 She sat on the bed, with a frame of photo in her hand, actually clutching that frame close to her heart, trying to get solace in those lifeless pictures, rejoicing those beautiful passionate moments of togetherness……

she closed her eyes pretending to sleep but it felt soothing balm to her tired wounded soul, she was damn exhausted due to her pregnancy weakness and hectic clinic schedule,…..

Closing the door from inside daai maa cursed herself, as Geet slept without a food…. she washed some fruits and kept on geet’s side table… and left to have some sleep..

he turned the page , there was some curiosity in him, curiosity to know who’s this girl, where she left, why she left and what was her relation with him, that her belonging,  her diary was here….

If I ever want to wish you I would wish….

Long life, happy life with your family,

Health of yours and ours love ones and…

You should be with me

You should be with me

I really need you…

You should be with me….

Our togetherness is the only thing I would wish u forever, because its is sole aspect which will make u satisfied (silly me it will make me satisfied and contented more than you)  

He was dumbstruck   with the intensity of the feeling of person who wrote these lines, how someone could love anyone beyond imagination, beyond sanity, yet still had patience to wait and left when he was fighting with his life…

If she loves me a lot than where is she???

Where she left and more than all these questions why she left???

So many questions and no answers …

He was feeling helpless….. the tear of feebleness left from his eyes, driving its way towards down….

He turned the page:

~Yes I felt special~

Yes I felt special

The moment you said

I’m capable to change your mood

Yes I felt special

For the first time when you confessed

I am your love for

 Whom you were waiting since childhood

  Yes I felt special when you announced

I am the most important person….

Yes I felt special when you told

Just by looking you I always wish…

You are a chocolate cake of mine and I want to pounce

And make u mine, in each figure,& each call, and in each ounce

Yes I felt special

When u were with me, when I was sad..

& sadness of mine effecting u making u mad,

Yes I felt special,

When you talked about us

In front of your family for the first time…

 & announced infront of all

That I am your life line…

Yes I felt special

When ever your single gaze roamed over my body,

That the heated effect made me blush hard

It always helped in make our relation strong

 And move it forward….

Yes I felt special whenever you expressed



(Eza 🙂 ) 

How’s that poem I wrote, I know you’d laugh over it that such a stupid girl I am, you’d smack your head saying “kaha phass gaya yaar, kaisi pagal ladki hai yeh”

But believe me I love every emotions of you showed up for me…

Either its anger…

Either its irritation….

Either its annoyance…..

Either its happiness…

Either its your pouting lips & cribbing sounds (very rare 😉 )

OR your LOVE…

Kyaa karu I am crazy for you more than you are crazy for me….

Hopelessly and helplessly in love with you…




she opened her eyes as soon as Daai ma left the room, sighing she sat on the bed and rested her back on bed board….She took  out the album which she had hide under the pillow, and kissed it…

It was their picture, a beautiful memory of togetherness…

It was picture of his last birthday…


How much he craved that day to see her in that saari, and  listen those three magical words from her, but being a stubborn geet, she naughtily denied all his demands…but the evening was memorable when she wore that saree in their room and beautifully confessed all in front of him, how much he was shocked that time, she chuckled and the way he was gaping on her,her lavish white saaree, and slim bare waist, was creating havoc inside him, how much she blushed when he grabbed her waist and kissed her bare back and whispered, aaj toh ghazab dhaa rahi ho ghazal, tum  se door rehna bohut hi mushkil lag raha hai… How she made him understand being a bahu of the family she has to maintained the dignity and such types of wear might have embarrassed them infront of all

than her mind drifted to her Family as she flipped the album…..

Her family her love ones…..

her abbu , Ahmer Siddiqui


her mother, her care taker, her guidance, her first friend, her ammi, Hira Siddiqui, she chuckled , ammi aap ab bhi itne hi khubsoorat dikhtey hoghe hai naa??  she questioned and kissed the picture sadly…

Hira siddiqui

her bhaai Azhar siddiqui, how much he was reserve, hehehe bilkul maan jaise… he caressed his picture, it was picture of his first project succes party, he was very happy that day….

Azhar Ahmer Siddiqui

and at last……  she smiled with tears her Jaan, her shona, her sweety pie small sister, anya Siddiqui , naughty devil yet cute angel, her partner in all  mischiefs, her best friend, her worst enemy , hehehehe sh miled remembering how they used to fight like cats….


Closing eyes, she again started hallucinating those moments, started living all those memories, beautiful smile crept on her lips, and she soon drifted to sleep in same position….

Precape: Sneak Peak in past 🙂 😦

hullaaaa posted part 1 seriosuly very much nervous yet excited do let me know hows it please please please reply karnaa as Im already scared with this storyline but cant help as what we say here likhne kaa keedaa kaata hai Okhh and do wish my frnd on her Bday please … after all its party time …

Respsonse on this chapter will decide the future of this story


Keepsakes of love -prologue

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Keep sakes of love

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They loved each other, they get married to each other, he was an apple eye of his parents, she was life of his, they were living happily, there was no sorrow, no regret, she used to write diary, he had always unknown to this fact, a single storm in their life and everything changed,

his life, her existence…

his memory and her love….

Allah witnessed his love, pure, sinless…..

Her diary witnessed her craziness for him….

They changed their life style for each other….

Where love was divine, serene and beautiful, something brutally killed all the relations of MAANEET does the keepsakes of love survive their love or it will die its destined death ???  

will she able to hide herself from his love…..

will he able to find out his love with help of one single keepsake of love and some broken tarnished memory…..

Lets start the journey of hide and seek, where hatred had proved its strength and love had defeated badly…..

Where one single storm tarnished their paradise …..

Maan sajjad Khan aka MSK:

Some keepsakes of love

Left for their love…

To never forget the togetherness

The glee moment and sorrow

The time which we did borrow

From destiny of yours and destiny of mine

Will u never come back to me

Even if I am dying

I lost everything when I lost u

Do come back jaan

I will find everything in you…..



 Geet ghazal siddiqui aka his *Ghazal*:

Some keepsakes of love

Always meant to leave for love…

Love can betray…..

Memory can betrayed

Family can betray….


That too when its alive…

The keepsake of our relation

Growing inside my womb,  

A gift from you,

Which never let me forget

I belong to u ….

P.s. those who dont know the meaning of Keepsakes:

it means a gift, a gift that evokes memories of a person or event with which it is associated. Hope u all clear now

 Now Fingers Crossed a really unique Idea I guess, not sure will u all accept it or not Please Do like, rate and comment and let me know should I go ahead and I seriously have no Idea how me going to manage all 4 FF’s with extra OS’s but seriously as soon as i gt Idea i failed to stop my self and just penned down I seriously need motivation from u all