My Heart… Tere Ishq Ka Qaidi
Knock on the door (@_@)
I'm back with my new story~ 📖
EVENING --- 5:30 PM
The sky is clear, brushed in soft orange light.... Birds fly across in small flocks, returning to their nests. A gentle breeze passes through the trees 🌳
{आसमान साफ़ है, हल्की नारंगी रोशनी से सराबोर... पक्षी छोटे-छोटे झुंडों में उड़ते हुए अपने घोंसलों की ओर लौट रहे हैं। पेड़ों के बीच से एक हल्की हवा बह रही है 🌳}
A quiet street... Evening breeze drifts by, Suddenly…
Bicycle bell rings softly.....
{एक सुनसान गली। हल्की ठंडी हवा बह रही है। तभी…
साइकिल की नन्ही घंटी टनटनाती है}
A small house stands quietly at the edge of a village, right beside a low hillside.. The walls are old but strong, carrying memories of years gone by. This house has been here since the day Hala's parents were married..... a witness to love, loss, and life..
{एक छोटा सा घर गाँव के किनारे, एक नीची पहाड़ी के ठीक पास, चुपचाप खड़ा है। दीवारें पुरानी हैं, लेकिन मज़बूत हैं, और बरसों पुरानी यादें समेटे हुए हैं। यह घर हाला के माता-पिता की शादी के दिन से ही यहाँ है... प्यार, नुकसान और ज़िंदगी का गवाह।}
Dua Mirza
Dua stands near the stove, pouring tea into cups* ☕
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
In the courtyard behind the house, chopping wood...🪵 the continuous thug of the axe echoes 🪓
Dua Mirza
Abba! The tea is ready… should I bring it for you now? *calling out from the kitchen*
Mr. Sayeed, axe in hand, pauses mid-swing.... Sweat runs down his temple*
{मिस्टर सईद, कुल्हाड़ी हाथ में थामे, बीच झटके में रुक जाते हैं। उनके कनपटी पर पसीना बहने लगता है।}
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
Yes, beta! Bring it here… I'll have it outside...
Mr. Saeed Mirza (Dad)
Age: 45
Personality: Gentle, soft-hearted, He deeply loves his daughter Dua, though he often hides his worries behind silence
Dreams: To see Dua happy, secure, and settled .... free from the shadows of his mistakes...
A loud knock on the door*
Dua Mirza
Who's there? *Shouts from the kitchen*
Dua Mirza
Dua sets the cup back down and walks toward the door to open it*
Dua Mirza
Who could it be at this hour?
*muttering to herself*
🪻 Dua Mirza
Age: 20
Personality: A lively, outspoken, and fearless girl who speaks her mind without hesitation... She carries an aura of innocence mixed with boldness, making her presence hard to ignore.
Background: Born in a middle class family..Her life changed forever at the age of 10, when she lost her mother to a long illness. Since then, she has been the only source of light in her father’s world.
Dreams: Dua's only wish is simple... to live a quiet, peaceful life with her father and never let him feel alone....She dreams of giving him the happiness and stability that fate once took away from them... ✨️
She runs to the door, swings it open, and freezes....Three rough-looking men stand there—two goons and their boss*
वह दरवाज़े की ओर दौड़ती है, उसे जोर से खोलती है, और जम जाती है… वहाँ तीन हटे-कटे दिखने वाले आदमी खड़े हैं—दो गुंडे और उनका बॉस।”
Dua Mirza
Yes? Who are....
Before she gets an answer, the boss pushes past her, walking inside confidently while the two goons follow*
{इससे पहले कि वह कोई जवाब पाती, बॉस उसे धक्का देकर अंदर चला जाता है और दो गुंडे उसके पीछे आते हैं।}
Dua Mirza
Hey! What is this misbehavior? Where do you think you're going?
*blocking their way*
Dua Mirza
Don't you even have the manners to know you can’t enter someone's house without permission?
*voice sharp*
Goon 1
And didn't anyone teach you how to talk to your elders? *smirking*
Goon 2
Besides… we don't need permission to walk into this house.. *grinning*
Boss
So… where is your father? *scanning the room*
Dua Mirza
Abba! Abba! *shouting*
The continuous voice of chopping wood halts... he drops the axe, hurrying inside*
{लकड़ी काटने की लगातार आती आवाज़ रुक जाती है... वह कुल्हाड़ी गिरा देता है, जल्दी से अंदर जाता है}
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
Dua, what happened? *concerned*
Dua Mirza
Look at them! They barged into our house..*pointing furiously at the men*
Mr Saeed freezes as his eyes land on the men... Sweat beads form on his forehead, trickling down slowly. His hands tremble slightly*
{जैसे ही मिस्टर सईद की नज़र उन आदमियों पर पड़ती है, वो जम जाते हैं… उनके माथे पर पसीने की बूंदें छलकने लगती हैं, धीरे-धीरे लुढ़कती हुई नीचे गिरती हैं। उनके हाथ हल्के-हल्के कांपने लगते हैं।}
Boss
Salaam, Saeed sahib *smirking*
Boss
What's this? You're already sweating…and we've only just arrived..
Dua Mirza
Abba… who are these people? *nervously*
Dua Mirza
Do you… do you know them?
The silence in the room grows heavy*
{कमरे में खामोशी और भी गहरी हो गई}
Two days??
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
Dua… go inside, I'll talk to them... *firm*
Dua Mirza
But Abba... *worried*
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
I said go... *raising his voice*
Dua stops, caught between fear and confusion*
Dua Mirza
Then steps forward to leave*
Boss
Wait...At least bring us a cup of tea..☕️
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
quickly grabs her arm*
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
Dua! Go, Make the tea...
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
Go...*with a gesture*
Dua Mirza
Okay...*pouting*
She disappears into the kitchen...The clinking of utensils can be faintly heard*
{वह रसोई की ओर चली जाती है… बर्तनों की खटखटाहट हल्की-सी सुनाई देती है।}
The Boss throws himself casually onto the sofa, crossing his legs, as if he owns the place..His men stand guard at the door*
{बॉस आराम से सोफे पर बैठ जाता है, अपने पैर क्रॉस कर लेता है, जैसे यह जगह उसका ही हो। उसके आदमी दरवाज़े पर पहरा देते हुए खड़े हैं।}
Mr Saeed suddenly falls to his knees in front of the Boss*
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
I beg you… give me just a few more days, I promise, I’ll return every single rupee... Just a little more time…
After his wife's death, loneliness swallowed him whole. To escape his grief, he buried himself in gambling… sinking deeper with every game... Dua never knew, She still thought of him as the man who could never make a mistake*
{अपनी पत्नी की मौत के बाद, अकेलापन ने उसे पूरी तरह निगल लिया। अपने दुःख से बचने के लिए, उसने खुद को जुआ में डुबो दिया… हर खेल के साथ और गहराई में। दुआ को इस बारे में कभी पता नहीं चला। वह अब भी उसे उस आदमी के रूप में सोचती थी जो कभी गलती नहीं कर सकता।}
Boss
Fine... I'll give you time… Two days, You have exactly two days to return the full amount... Otherwise, not only will you lose this house… you'll lose your daughter too...
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
Eyes widen, fear flooding his face*
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
Two days? That’s… that's too little!
Boss
Oh? Should I give you two months instead? *mocking tone*
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
At least… at least two years… *pleading*
The goons burst into cruel laughter*
Goon 1
Two years… listen to him!
Boss
Saeed, you have only two days, Be ready to face the consequences if you fail....
Suddenly, the Boss's phone rings. He picks it up, listening briefly*
He ends the call, pockets the phone, and stands tall...With a sharp gesture, he heads for the door....His men follow behind*
Dua Mirza
Wait... *from behind*
Author*
I hope you're enjoying the story.....
Author*
If you're then don't forget to like it....♡
Unknown!
Dua Mirza
Wait...
{Rukiye}
All three men freeze in their tracks and slowly turn around*
{Teeno aadmi rukh jaate hain aur dheere-dheere piche mudte hain}
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
confused*
Dua Mirza
At least have some tea... I worked so hard to make it, you can't just leave without tasting... *Holding a tea tray*
{maine itni mehnat se chai banai hai, ye toh pite jayiye}
The goons exchange puzzled looks*
{Gunde ek doosre ki taraf hairaan si nazar se dekhte hain}
Boss
Hmm, Since you made it with such effort… fine... We'll drink....
The three come back and sit down*
{Teeno wapas aate hain aur baith jaate hain}
Dua Mirza
serves them tea* ☕
All three men take their cups....They raise them and take the first sip, Instantly, their expressions change----eyes widen, faces twist, almost turning pale*
{Teeno aadmi apne cups uthate hain… unhe upar uthakar pehla ghont lete hi unke chehre badal jaate hain—ankhein phat jaati hain, chehre tedhe-medhe ho jaate hain, jaise rang hi ud gaya ho}
Boss
almost chokes on the sip*
Boss
This… is a tea?! *Stunned*
{Ye...ye chai hai?}
Dua Mirza
Why? Isn't it good? I made it with so much love… *Innocent smile*
{Kyon achi nhi bani hai, maine itne pyaar se banai hai..}
Dua Mirza
"tilts her head, looking guilty"
Dua Mirza
Should I go make it again? *quickly*
They put the cups down immediately, almost running for the door*
{Woh turant cups neeche rakh dete hain, lagbhag darwaze ki taraf bhaagte hue}
Boss
We'll… come back in two days...
The three of them escape quickly*
Dua Mirza
"waves after them, grinning"
Dua Mirza
At least finish the tea! Don't waste it! *calling out*
Dua Mirza
"bursts out laughing"
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
"stares at her, half shocked, half exasperated"
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
What… what was that?
Dua Mirza
Abba… I replaced the sugar with chili powder and salt... *still laughing*
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
Dua, what you did… it wasn't right...What if they get angrier?
Dua Mirza
Oh really! And what you did was right? Hiding the truth from me? *pouting*
{Acha ji! aur jo aapne kiya woh sahi tha..mujhse sach chupakar?}
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
W–what truth? *avoiding her eyes*
{kai...kaisa sach?}
Dua Mirza
Don't look away, Abba ji...I heard everything you said...Every word.... *leaning forward*
{Abba ji, nazre mat churayiye ab..maine aapki saari baat sun li hai}
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
Dua... *guiltily*
Dua Mirza
How could you, Abba ? How could you put us in this mess? What will we do now? *hurt*
{Abba ji! aap aisa kaise kar sakte hai...ab hum kya karenge?}
Both of them slump onto the sofa, elbows on knees, holding their faces in their hands, sighing in sync*
{Dono sofa par dhad se gir jaate hain, kohniyan ghutnon par tikaye, chehre ko haathon se pakde hue… ek saath gahri saans chhodte hain}
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
Yes..beta! *tired*
Dua Mirza
I have an idea! *suddenly brightening*
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
Ahh! You nearly gave me a heart attack! *jumping in shock*
Dua Mirza
Let's run away... Somewhere far, far away!
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
Run? With what? I don't even have a single coin in my pocket, and you're talking about running away!
{Bhag jae? Kis ke saath? Meri jeb mein ek phuti koddi nahi hai, aur tum bhaagne ki baat kar rahi ho! }
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
And don't you know these goons? They'd drag us back even from under the earth if they had to....
{Aur tum in gundo ko nahi jaanti? Agar woh chahe toh zameen ke neeche se bhi humein ghaseet ke wapas le aayenge…}
Dua Mirza
Then why, Abba ji? Why did you do all this when you knew? *frustrated*
{ jab aapko ye sab pata tha toh aapne ye sab kyon kiya, kyon? }
A silence... Dua lowers her head...Then she whispers, almost like a child*
Dua Mirza
Is there no one who will help us? No one?
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
There is… one ~ *suddenly, as if remembering something*
Dua Mirza
Who? Who, Abba ji? *sits up quickly*
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
Dua, are you ready? *hushed*
Dua Mirza
Yes, Abba… but why are we leaving at night? Can't we go in the morning?
Dua Mirza
I'm so sleepy right now!
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
Morning won't come for us....
Dua Mirza
What? *confused*
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
Either you come with me now, or stay here and sleep, I'm leaving..
{chalna hai toh chalo warna raho yahin aur nind puri karo apni, main toh chala..}
Dua Mirza
Abba ji! Wait, I'm coming too... *panicking*
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
"softens, a faint smile breaking his tension"
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
What did you think? I'd leave you here alone? Never.... *gently*
{tumhe kya laga main tumhe yahan akele chod dunga! Nhi, kabhi nhi}
Dua Mirza
"hugs him tightly, smiling through her worry"
Mr Saeed Mirza (dad)
Now hurry, We must leave....
*They quietly close the door behind them and step out into the silent street, their footsteps echoing...Just as they take a few steps, a voice cut through the night*
{Woh chupchaap darwaza bandh karke baahar nikalte hain… sunsaan gali mein unke qadam ki aahat goonjti hai… Bas kuch hi kadam chale hote hain ki achanak ek awaaz raat ki khamoshi ko cheerte huie aati hai}
Both freeze in their tracks, eyes wide, bodies stiff with fear*
{Dono apne kadmon par jam jaate hain, aankhein phat jaati hain, jism dar se bilkul sakhth ho jaata hai}
Dua Mirza
"slowly turns her head toward the voice"
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