Jiya They say love should be loud. Mine was never. Mine was silent, hiding, stealing glances. Happy to see him, his smile. Shattered when wounds crash his body. Mujhse sab pata hai. Unki pasand, unki Napasand. Sab kuch. I know how he likes his tea, less sweet and steaming hot. His food is filled with spices, with a lemon squeezed on top. I know he loves his job, his men, he loves Ajay bhaiya, he adores Naina. When you know you don't deserve love, you wait for it. Relentless. Never asking anything back. Just them. Just him. My life is him. My breath is his. My body is his. My existence is only to love him. Only for me to love him. Not for him to love me. Mujhe nahi pata pyaar mehsoos karna kya hota hai, par pyaar karna main jaanti hoon. Par kabhi kabhi, apne pyaar ko chhodna zarrori hota hai, taaki woh aapke pyaar ko ek zimmedaari samajh kar apni zindagi na kaat le. Taaki woh uss pyaar ko mehsoos kar sake, jo aap nahi kabhi nahi kiya. Yash She waits, and waits, waits. As if wanting to win a price for waiting. Relentless. Never asking anything. Living in a house I built with no warmth. But slowly adding her touch, her warmth, her colours. I don't know how she knows everything about me. The way I like my food, my tea. Everything. How do you love someone? Mujhse nahi pata. Kuch nahi pata. But when the world threatens to take her away, something inside me shifts..... Mujhse nahi pata, kya? Par woh. woh pyaar nahi hai, mujhse pata nahi. Par woh..... meri bahut kuch hai.