frenzy /ˈfrɛnzi/
noun
a state or period of uncontrolled excitement or wild behaviour.
جنون // معنی :
(کنایتاً) عشق
دیوانہ پن, کسی چیز کی لگن
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میری آنکھوں میں جو خون اترا ہے
تیرے عشق کا جنون چڑھا ہے
The girls were busy clapping their hands to the beat of dholki, big salvers with gajras in them were placed on the tables, fairy lights were twinkling, a wooden swing was placed in the center, the bride was sitting on it wearing a bright yellow dress, the mehndi artists were applying henna on her hands while the other girls were waiting for their turn. The whole house was busying with noise.
Aimdst all the chaos she was sitting quietly enjoying the beats of dholki, her butterscotch hair tied in a fish tail that fell on her right shoulder, her body was clad in a lemon yellow dress, her crystal eyes were adorned with mascara, her lips tinted in soft pink color. She was true definition of epitome beauty.
A shrieking girl came running upstairs, everyone looked at her horrified. She grinned and looked at Irsa who was sitting on the wooden swing.
"Ehan Bhai is coming"
A shriek left her lips and she stood, the artists who were now applying henna on her feet grabbed their heads when they saw her dancing wildly with the little girl, everyone laughed and enjoyed the bride dancing without a care in the world. They were so busy that no one saw her leaving the room.
She was sitting on her bed, her head rested on her knees. Her dupatta was lying on the floor, the gajras which she was wearing were now lying on the floor teared apart mercilessly. She looked up when the door opened, her sister came forward taking in the state of her room, she wiped her tears and sat properly.
"What happened meri jaan, why are you crying ?"
She placed her head on her sister's shoulder, sniffing quietly.
"Why is he coming back ?"
Falak smiled at her sister's silly question and started running her fingers through her hair to calm her down. She was dreading this, she had tried to keep this news from her because she knew her reaction would be like this.
"Yeh uska ghar hai"
( This is his house)
"Phir mujhay kahin bhej dein "
( Then send me somewhere)
Falak pulled her face towards herself, seeing her crystal eyes filled with it tears pierced her heart.
"Raima, its all in past. He was just a boy at that time, now he is changed"
Raima knew her sister was just trying to lure her mind away from his arrival but the fear inside her was not letting her rest.
"Chalo utho, tum ne mehndi bhi nahi lagwayi"
(Come on get up, you haven't even applied henna)
Falak pulled her out of the room towards the lounge where the mehndi artists were now applying henna to all other girls, she had tried her best to calm Raima but she was scared for her sister.
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The twinkling stars were looking through the open window at the girl who was continuously turning in bed. Sleep was miles away from her eyes, she clutched her stomach. She had skipped dinner and now her stomach was churning in pain. Falak begged her to come downstairs but she refused and now she was paying for not listening to her sister.
When the pain got intense she got up from bed and picked her dupatta from the recliner and quietly opening the door she looked outside, the hallway was dimly lit, she quietly padded the stairs and went in the kitchen, turning on the light she started looking in the fridge. Taking out the pasta which she was sure Irsa made because that girl could not live without eating pasta, she dished out some in the plate and placed the bowl back in fridge.
Eating spoonful after spoonful of pasta she sighed in relief when the pain in her stomach died down, she pulled out a glass from the cabinet and poured some juice, she was so busy in her little activity that she did not saw someone was watching her from the window that opened in the lounge. Taking another spoon of pasta she moaned, it was pure heaven for her but soon her moan turned into a shriek when she saw the silhouette of someone standing behind her.
He was dazed seeing her beauty, she was beautiful when he left but in these five years she groomed. Her butterscotch tresses falling on her back, her big crystal eyes in which he could clearly she himself, lush pink lips, a cute button nose. She had turned from an innocent dove into an enchantress who took away his vitality.
She was dumbstruck seeing him in front of her, the one person whom she trying to avoid, because of him she skipped dinner and now he was standing in front of her in all his glory.
"Well well well..... Bhabi told me that you are sick but look at you, you are healthy as ever"
He took slow steps towards her because he was in no hurry, and she moved back. He was the predator and she was his prey, he was toying with her like a predator does before devouring its prey. Her back was flat against the kitchen counter, and he was standing in front of her blocking all her ways of escape.
"Mai ab aap se nahi darti"
(I am not scared of you anymore)
He chuckled at her response, pushing the few strands away from her face he leaned closer looking in her eyes.
"Mhmm that's why you skipped dinner"
She looked in his ebony eyes, his hair were longer than before a few strands falling on his forehead, she could see the bulging biceps underneath his shirt. The heat coming from his body seeping into hers. He pushed himself more into her that she could feel his hard abs, making her already making her already racing heart leap out.
"You haven't changed"
She mumbled and he smirked at her.
"What did you think that my love will lessen being away from you"
He grabbed her hand and looked at the mehndi, taking to it his nose he inhaled the smell of mehndi and then placed a kiss on the inside of her wrist where the pulse was throbbing. Her senses came alive when his lips touched her skin, she pulled away her hand from him and ran from the kitchen.
He was left standing there, inhaling her scent which was flowing in the air.
"Bohat jald tum meri dastras mai ho gi"
( Soon you will be in my hands)