Ibadat-e-Ishq

"Knock, Knock" "Come in, Noora." The door gently opened, allowing a brown-eyed girl to enter. Her brown eyes had the warmth of an eternal hearth, as if they were made of wood that might burn with a golden flame and still remain completely complete forever. She was holding a tray full of food, his favorite food, and he was still in bed like every morning. After reading Tahajud, he always went to bed. Noora usually awoke him right before fajr and brought his breakfast. Orhan slowly opened his eyes as he turned to look into her peaceful, contented brown eyes. She carefully emptied the meal tray onto his bed, as she sat next to him. When he closed his eyes, images of Bano, his Ishq, of her, overtook him. But he knew better than to imagine her, he wasn't her mahram. He gradually got to his knees, ate some of his food, then proceeded to the bathroom, took a shower, and then said the Fajr prayer. During all of these things, Noora simultaneously made his bedding, opened the drapes, and turned on the air purifier in his room. She then collected the leftover breakfast plate and went downstairs, where she offered Fajr and then went to the main hall and began reciting the Qu'ran, & Orhan and Ananya soon joined her and began chanting as well. Then it was time for dawn, and Orhan and Anya went to the dining hall, while Noora went to the kitchen and began serving everyone other than Orhan, who remained there and conversed with his entire family. Orhan was the initial out through the door, followed by Noora, who was clutching his work bag, then, one by one, everyone left to work, and Orhan was carrying his briefcase when he recalled he needed his white coat as every doctor did. He turned around but immediately bumped into Noora, who was staring down the whole time. "Noora, look up" Her head snapped up, her bright brown eyes colliding with his grey-sharp eyes. "Now walk like this from now on, and have you seen my lab coat?" She nodded timidly and pointed inside the car to his neatly folded coat. He nodded and motioned her inside. She nodded and walked inside the house, and started doing housework. When she came across a picture of Orhan while cleaning Wadhi Mehel, she traced it painstakingly. She had always cherished him for every simple thing he did in life, and she felt content merely gazing at him. A tear escaped her eye as she blinked and remembered it was all a fantasy. Something had savagely cracked somewhere inside her, so she pondered that perhaps someone else had witnessed it shattering. Noora P.O.V: No one is to blame; I'm to blame. There is nothing. I experienced both love and heartache from loving Orhan Sayan. It hurts, it definitely hurts, but I won't let anyone else know about it to save his sentiments of guilt. What would happen if he discovered the truth? Would I be able to tell him I still repeat everything he has ever said to me every day or that I think of him constantly? Despite knowing how the tale would end, I nevertheless gave it a chance, to try my luck and love. "Such suffering for such a young person." I spoke with Ahana Bibi, who was one of the few individuals who knew of my devotion to Orhan Sayan. I gulped as I turned around to face her. She gave me a hug and told me not to worry, and I embraced her cautiously, as she left after I nodded at her back. I sighed, wondering if anybody would miss me if I died today. No, why should a useless maid live in people's memories? Only a few people realized the extent of my deepest suffering since it is veiled from everyone else. I sighed and carried on with my work, and before I knew it, Sayan had arrived home and was currently in his library, so I brought him food. When I gently knocked on the door, I heard a hum. I went inside and saw him busy at work. I carefully laid out all of his food before sitting down. Sayan arrived after finishing his work and seated himself on the sofa. He sought to get me to join him on the sofa, but I refused as usual. Syan always looked at me as if there was something to look at, as if. He was one of the few that recognized me for who I was. "Noora ap toh har wakt bolti hain aj kya hoon hain?" Saying in a polite manner, "Noora, you constantly talk about what is happening now." I gazed at him before speaking. "Jab logo ka dil bhar jata hay to wo bila wajah bhe choor jatay hay Sayan lekin ek Allah aur ek humsafra hamesha pas rehte hain" "When the heart is full, one stops speaking to others except Allah and companions." ""Ek humsafar?" "Comapanion?" "Gi Sayan ek toh woh joh nikah she apse jorte hain aur dusre woh joh apse ishq karte hain - aur kabhi kabhi apke zehno gumaan mien unki mohabat nahi ati Sayan." "Yes, Sayan, the ones who you marry, the ones who love you- and maybe their love might not even cross you." "Noora kya tumhe kabhi ishq hua hain?" "Have you ever loved?" "Gi Sayan... Humne bhi ishq kiya hain" Sadness laced her voice. "Yes, I have loved it." Orhan P.O.V: The scene was frightening and utterly implausible. My mind reeled from the images my eyes were sending it, unable to understand or interpret them. I turned my head away before turning it back to check whether it had persisted. It was. Then my training began to work; I had been prepared to handle this type of situation all my life - just like me, Noora had also experienced devotion to one. Since Noora too had a love life, perhaps she might understand my suffering. I wanted Bano to love me....but all I got was grief. I'm a fool for expecting so much from someone who is not a member of my family. Likewise, no one ever holds an angel responsible for destroying the environment or shattering someone else's heart. Due to Bano, whatever I valued turned into everything I sacrificed (I would never blame her though.) I knew she was to blame for all my troubles and yet my heart would never accuse her. "Hume Bano seh ishq hain Noora" "I love Bano, Noora" She looked at me sideways and smiled bitterly before gently taking the food and walking away. I sighed and went back to work, trying to finish my assignment. She was the only household servant and outsider in my family who was aware of this reality.