Abeeha Mughal princess official

 A lyrical reflection on love, longing, and the fragile beauty of fleeting moments What is this moment where I feel at peace? It feels as though life has forgotten all its bitter sips. As if it has turned kind toward me, standing gently, ready to hold me close. Light is spreading everywhere. The time of meeting is slipping away. Say what you must say now — who knows if we will ever meet again. Let us look at each other fully, for this night may never return. These eyes still search for your face within the crowd. And when your face is nowhere to be found, something inside me quietly breaks. Where have I come? Who are these people who do not hesitate to break someone's heart? They do not fear the curse of a lover. They keep running as if the world will hand them everything. If peace exists anywhere, it is in your voice. My gaze wanders endlessly, here and there. Somewhere, there must be a mention of you — my ears pause at that place. They wish only to hear your name, only your words...