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ZAMAN was a young boy who lost his father in a tragic accident when he was only 10 years old. Although he was able to heal and begin to live without his father but the loss could never be filled. RUKSHAR , the daughter of biggest business man of Austria .
RUKSHAR had a very strong desire to get married with SAFAAN, who was a very kind and understanding farmer. They met each other at the annual festival of Austria and they fell in love with each other but due to their difference in backgrounds, it was nearly impossible for them to get married. So they decided to hold a run-off marriage, but RUKSHAR's father was a cruel man. As a business man, RUKSHAR 's father had many connections with big mob bosses.
So they decided to run away on the occasion of her father's birthday because they knew that everyone in Vienna would be invited to celebrate her father's birthday, so they could run away easily and leave Austria as soon as possible.
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Back ago when ZAMAN's father came to Scotland with his wife and started to live a common life which was new for RUKSHAR as she used to live a luxurious life but with her husband it was all different , they had to live a poor life. ZAMAN's father started to do the work which he did earlier that is farming and his mother used to stay at the house as a housewife. One year later on 11TH OCT 2003 ZAMAN was born as a new happiness and came into their lives.
That boy grew up writing poems , novels , quotes and stories .He was different from this world, He was understanding and kind.....he never expressed any ego and in exchange for his kindness , the world gave him nothing but pain and he became a writer on his own potential .....he used to write about the lie which was taught to people by this world i.e: Be good to world even if they tried to pierce your soul.....Be good to them and forget what they did to you .....be pure be humble even if they try to make you filthy. He was famous among everyone and always wrote his poems behind a curtain.
On the other hand, a beautiful girl was born on 11 OCT 2008 to an average family named YELDA. She was loved by everyone and was a happy, soulful tablet. She loved to read poems, novels, and quotes. These poems and everything else were a way for her to escape this world. She was a soul trapped in a coffin.
The red thread of fate of these two- a young poet and a beautiful girl- searched for each other in different worlds and crossed paths when they were both just teenagers.
YELDA was now 15 years old and ZAMAN was 20.
One day Zaman was sitting on a bench near the beach, it was nearly evening. He was writing some beautiful poem. While he was writing the poem, a harsh wind took away his paper. They were flying in the air. BUT luckily, Yelda caught hands on those papers and that's where their meeting was written in faith.
While Yelda caught the papers she laughed and said to Zaman "you are so dumb.....how can someone let go their papers so easily emmm.....lets check what you have written"
when Yelda was saying this stuff , Zaman was staring at her without saying a single word he was lost in her.... not her eyes, not her voice but something covert about her
Yelda: hey...HEY!!!!!!!
Zaman came to his conscious and said to her
Zaman: You should give them back to me
Yelda: How can I leave this treasure like that let me take a good look at it.
Yelda started to read it loudly
Woh Aaye Thai Apni Wafaon Ka Hisaab Karne Hum Se
Kitaab- E- Ishq Kholi To Qarzdar Ho Kar Chale Gaye
(She came to calculate her loyalty to us , when the Book of love was opened, then they left as debtors).
Zaman: Stop it!!
Yelda flinched and was frightened she gave the papers back to him
Zaman felt bad and said to her
Zaman : you shouldn't have done that and you wouldn't have been scolded.
Yelda smiled at him and again started to ask him questions
Yelda : Are you a writer ?.....if yes then your writings are awesome. I love it
Zaman : Hm I am a writer
Yelda: Btw what is your name?
Zaman: Dor.
Yelda : Nice name.....HI! I am Yelda everyone's favourite
Zaman chuckled at her cuteness
their conversation continued till 8pm
Yelda suddenly looked at her watch and said
Yelda: Oh Shit ! I have to go home I'll meet you here tomorrow ....you have to come or.... or..... or I will not talk to you...BYEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Zaman didn't said anything and just stared at her disappearing figure
Next day in the evening Zaman stared at the mirror and thought should he go or not
And he went on the beach where they met
he saw Yelda waiting for him
He smiled at a distance Yelda came running to him like that their bond got strong and they met everyday talked about poets , poems, novels and many more things and also they got to know each other well .....but not everything, Zaman kept a secret, HE WAS A SECRET.
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