Ye ishq ki aisi anokhi dastan

Jo dhunte hain unhe milta nahi

Jo bekhabar hai samne unhi

Ke hota hai par unhe nazar aata nahi.

Osman, 28 year old civil engineer, works for a private association.

He has a passion for painting. In every few months, he attends an art workshop, where he gets to flourish his talent.

"Osman, nashta bas bhi karo warna late hojaoge work ke liye" says Osman's dad.

(Finish your breakfast soon, or you'll be late for work)

"Daddy, aaj to workshop jane ke liye chutti li hai maine". (I took a leave for attending workshop)

"Kaam se bhi zyada zaruri hai painting? Ye umr nahi hai shaukh poore karne ke"

Osman says "Passion hai mera"

"Kya milega painting karne se? Weight kam karne par dhiyan do"

Osman ignores his dad's taunts because mote log baaton ko dil pe nahi lete tummy par lete hain ;)

He gets up kisses his dad on his cheeks to annoy him.

Mr. Zafar rubs his cheek in annoyance.

Osman grabs his keys and all the painting accessories. He decides to go through highway. So that he gets to see sceneries he could paint.

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Deeba, 24 year old, a beauty with brain. Woman who doesn't need makeup to look good.

"Mamma, I'm leaving now"

"Ruko beti, nashta to poora karlo"

(Wait, finish your breakfast before leaving atleast)

"Nahi mamma, aur nahi khaya jaata"

(No mom, I'm unable to eat anymore)

"Ok sambhal kar jana"

"Haan, meri pyari mama" she kisses on her cheek quickly before grabbing her car keys.

She has to travel a long distance for work. The fastest route to her office is highway. She has a white honda civic of her own.

Her light brown eyes, long lashes and pink lips ke deewane hazaron hai

Too many guys at work had already tried their luck on her. Even her manage4 had hit on her. Deeba is not for just anyone.

🎶 Her name is Deeba,

deeba ki kahani,

she's too hot for you.

Kisi ke haath na aani 🎶

Deeba was driving her car on a speed of 75km per hour.

Out of nowhere a falcon came flying towards Deeba. She tried to slow down but within a fraction of second the falcon smashed it's head on the front grill of the car.

Deeba immediately slowed down and stopped at the corner of the road. Stepping out of the car worried, she saw it. The falcon hung by the neck on the car's front grill.

Her first instinct was to check if it's alive or not. She touched it slowly, on her touch the falcon fluttered it's wings frantically. It's head was stuck on the grill.

Deeba stepped back. She was afraid to touch it again. No matter what she had to help it out. She tried to with both hands this time. The falcon was stuck hard and fluttered more vigorously that if she touched again it might injure it's neck.

She was unsure how to handle the situation. She looked at the passers by for help moving back and forth. None stops by except a white Swift.

A slightly overweight bald guy with a thick beard steps out of a white car in a checked shirt.

"Need help?" Osman asked holding a phone. He probably thought her car needs repair.

Deeba's inner eyebrows twitch upwards and she started talking without a pause.

"Yes, I was going at the speed of 75km per hour and this falcon came straight towards my car and smashed into my grill. I tried to slow down. I really did. It's head is stuck. Help please," she finally breathed.

Osman scratched his head. Looking at the gray striped falcon, he bowed down moving closer to it.

He placed his cellphone on the ground. He tenderly touched the falcon and then held it tight. Moving his fingers towards it's neck slowly, he tried to pull it out.

At that moment the falcon made a loud noise and flapped it's wings agitatedly.

"It sure is in pain" he exclaimed.

"What do we do? Do we take it somewhere, to the vet? But how? Is it dying? Maybe it's wings are injured"

Deeba just couldn't stop talking out of her nervousness.

Osman stands upright, "I can't tell" he says in his deep voice and turn to walk towards his car.

"Jaa rahe ho?" She bites her nails.

"Aa raha hoon" He replies while getting inside his car. He shuffled through his stuff, came out and walked back towards her.

He looked attractive in his checked shirt, sleeves folded, walking in those blue and white adidas.

She looked at him walk back to her holding a paint brush between his fingers.

"Is it gonna help? Is it?"

He nods "I'll try".

He brush his back first and then by sliding one hand under the falcon's wings, he gets the grip of the falcon.

Deeba admires how tender his hands are while holding the falcon.