Love without Lust

By Aamir Khan

This is profoundly emotional narrative, brimming with boundless love. The story of Aamir and Aayat showcases an undeniable truth - they simply cannot envision life without each other. Their souls are deeply connected, and their love serves as an extraordinary testament to the essence of life. Through their journey, we come to grasp the profound significance of love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blue Rose Publishers
• Release date: Jan 22, 2024

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Navigating the Trials of an Unexpectedly Challenging Day

Ivividly recall that day, and it's something I'd like to hold onto. It was 8 a.m., and I had stayed up late the night before, which made me feel quite drowsy. Suddenly, I heard the familiar sound of my mobile phone beeping. Despite being worn out, I gathered the energy to check my phone. There was a message from Aayat; I rubbed my eyes and re-read the message, to be sure. The words caused me to stand up with a jerk.

I have decided to block you. I could have done it without giving any explanation, but I want to be upfront and avoid any misunderstanding. It's essential for me that you understand my reasons.

It felt like someone had ripped the earth from beneath my feet.

I must admit, receiving a message like this caught me completely off guard. I never imagined I would find myself in such a situation, especially with someone I've shared my happiness with. It's disheartening to see them leave without any apparent reason. As I was caught aback by the situation, I couldn't help but reach out to Aayat to find out what had triggered this choice.

Can you please let me know if there is a fault of mine that is affecting your happiness? I truly want to ensure your happiness. I responded immediately.

I could not find her online on any platforms, and my mind was flooded with thoughts of why she might not be around. It was possible that she was caught up in household tasks or was getting ready to go to college; I couldn't know for sure. But deep down in my heart, I had a sinking feeling. It had not even been hours. This same girl had made beautiful promises last night, vowing to spend her entire life by my side. Today, she chose to shut me out, blocking all communication channels. I was confused, silent rage slowly surfacing due to this sudden twist.

As I lay on my bed, her absence weighed heavily on my soul. Memories of sweet times and dreams we once shared added to the anguish. My heart ached as I realized that the promises that once held such hope and joy were now lost, leaving me utterly broken and devastated. Is it right to feel these raw emotions? Shouldn’t I wait for her response? I sighed in despair.

I found myself grappling with God, questioning why such a painful event had to occur in my life. I wondered why it seemed like I was always prone to heartache and why moments of happiness were snatched away from me so swiftly. My eyes welled up as I sought to understand the situation, and I felt bewildered and powerless.

I waited anxiously for an entire hour, desperately hoping for her message, but there was no reply. As a last attempt, I called her, and as her caller tune played, cherished moments from our time together came flooding, reminding me of all the beautiful days we once shared. The nostalgia and longing made the pain even more unbearable, leaving me overwhelmed and engulfed in sorrow.

whether I remain there or not,

just remain there somewhere in me.

when I get the last sleep,

keep coming in my dreams.

this is all I have to tell you...

But then, it happened. Something that my subconscious knew but my conscience wasn’t ready to accept. I wasn’t ready…to accept. She didn't receive the call. My heart sank to depths I had never known before, and in that bleak moment, I found myself on my knees, pouring out my soul in sorrowful supplication.

"God, I don't know what I've done to deserve this pain. I promise I'll strive to be good, honest, and never cause harm to anyone. Please, I beg of you, make her talk to me again, and let her walls crumble away.

Tears streamed down my face as I pleaded with the divine, the weight of heartbreak pressing heavily upon my soul. In that moment of deep despair, the pain of potential loss was too much to bear, and I clung to the hope that my fervent prayers might somehow bring back the love that had given my life meaning.

Sometimes I longed for her,

Sometimes she longed for me,

Sometimes I wished to see her face,

Sometimes she wished the same for me.

Sometimes I cherished her,

Sometimes she cherished me,

Sometimes our love was strong and true,

Sometimes we were each other's destiny.

School Life: A Foundation for Lifelong Learning and Fond Memories

Attempting to describe school life is an impossible task. These are priceless moments in our life, remembered and much treasured. Waking up early in the morning, feeling refreshed and on time, reviewing homework without upsetting my mother, having breakfast punctually, and heading to school without delay; I followed this daily ritual diligently. One might assume that I was a sincere and responsible student, attending school without troubling my mother and accomplishing all tasks flawlessly. However, this sincerity wasn't ingrained in me by nature; it was primarily a result of my mother's influence. She was a teacher, and as we all know, understanding a teacher's ways requires no explanation.

My mother's strict yet warm nature and guidance molded me to be a student with a daily routine that I followed with determination. Her influence instilled discipline in me and compelled me to respect the importance of education and punctuality. I owe these values to her.

School life is a kaleidoscope of emotions, experiences, and learnings that shape us into the people we become as adults. It's a treasure trove of memories that forever hold a special place in our hearts—an unforgettable chapter of our lives.

So, who is this person and why I am talking about him? Well, this is my story, and I am the protagonist—Mohammad Aamir Khan. Until 8th grade, I was simply Aamir Khan. There is a story about how I transitioned to being called Mohammad Aamir Khan.

It all started with my roll number, which was 1, as my name starts with the letter A. The teachers would thus check my exam copy first, and I would always find myself seated in the front row during exams, which made me an unwitting subject for all teachers’ experiments. I was also often the unfortunate recipient of punishment. I felt like my mother had some vendetta against me, giving me a name that put me in a spotlight.

When I was born, my mother, filled with happiness and a sense of experimentation, bestowed upon me the name Aamir because she deeply admired the renowned Bollywood actor Aamir Khan, Mr. Perfectionist. I inherited the surname Khan from my father, further solidifying my connection to my namesake.

As I grew older, I found myself bearing the brunt of daily challenges, feeling as though my family's experimentation had left me oppressed. In response, I decided to experiment on my own. Muhammad (peace be upon him) is a revered prophet in Islam, and I thought that by adding Mohammad in front of my name, I could appease my family and possibly bring an end to the trials I faced. Thus, I became Mohammad Aamir Khan; thankfully, my roll number then fell somewhere in the middle.

However, this act of adding Mohammad to my name didn't automatically make me sincere; it was merely an attempt to find solace in my tumultuous school life. The journey of discovering sincerity and dedication was something I had yet to embark on.

This unique blend of circumstances and choices shaped the person I am today—Mohammad Aamir Khan, a name that carries both the admiration for a talented actor and connects me with a beautiful religion.

The story

I truly relished the joyous moments with my friends during my school days at St. Anthony's. Our daily routine involved more mischief and merriment than dedicated studying. We'd often have a good laugh together, pulling pranks like stealing each other's food before lunchtime and attending parties as a close-knit group. Anything pertaining to fun was prioritized, and we reveled in the carefree nature of our school life.

Unlike most students, who were there to learn, my friends and I were there for the sheer enjoyment. We did study, but it wasn't our passion or priority. We felt somewhat helpless since we knew that failing tests would result in awkward confrontations with our parents. As someone who despised punishment, this idea worried me.

The school principal had a nickname for me, Little Don, given my penchant for playing pranks and teasing others instead of focusing on academics. Among my friends, I was playfully referred to as the Love Guru. They considered me an expert in handling matters of the heart. Whenever anyone had issues concerning romantic relationships, be it one-sided love, breakups, or a potential new relationship, they sought my guidance, and I always tried my best to offer helpful advice and solutions.

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Aranab Love Story

Aranab's love story fills me with happiness as it was the first time that I truly witnessed the emotion of love in my life. Aranab and I were childhood friends, and we shared many memorable moments, including finishing school together. His family lived just across from my house, and we used to walk to school together, enjoying each other's company to the fullest.

Early one morning, Aranab arrived at my doorstep and was greeted warmly by my mother.

Aranab: Hello, Aunt.

Mother: Hello, dear. How are you doing?

Aranab: I am pretty fine. How about you?

Mother: I'm fine, thank you. What brings you here?

Aranab: I want to meet Aamir. Is he at home?

Mother: He is sleeping at the moment. If it's something urgent, let me know, and I'll inform him once he wakes up.

Aranab: It's urgent. Please wake up Aamir.

Mother: Alright, you can go to his room and wake him up.

He entered my room and found me still asleep. Aamir, wake up, I need your help. My life is falling apart, he said in a desperate tone.

I mumbled, Brother, let me sleep. We can talk later.

But Aranab was adamant. I like her, and I want to marry her, he confessed.

I was taken aback by his sudden declaration and responded, You must be out of your mind! Who is this girl? How long have you known her, and where did you meet her?

She is my classmate. Why are you questioning me so much? he replied, somewhat defensive.

I wanted to understand more. You just met this girl, and already you want to marry her? Why rush into marriage without love? I asked.

His eyes filled with sincerity, Aranab replied, I love her, and I can't imagine my life without her.

I could see the intensity of his emotions, and I inquired, I'm just curious about how you can fall in love so quickly. Can you tell me her name?

Nidhi, he revealed.

Nidhi sounds more like an aunt's name, I teased.

He dismissed my remark and insisted, Don't talk rubbish. I can't live without her. Give me some advice on how to talk to her.

I understand your feelings, but love is not something that happens in a day. You should start with friendship and get to know her better to see if it's true love, I suggested.

Aranab, deeply committed to his emotions, remained resolute. I can't wait. I must talk to her, he said.

Although I hadn't experienced love myself, I could sense that his feelings were authentic. Love is indeed a powerful emotion, and I hoped Aranab's heart would lead him in the right direction.

Love, a small word, defies simple explanation. It's a profound emotion that is experienced deep within our hearts. Some people demand proof of love, asking us to quantify our feelings, but they fail to understand that love cannot be reduced to a mathematical or legal problem that can be solved with numbers or evidence. Love has to be felt, experienced, and cherished.

When love takes hold, sleep becomes elusive, and day and night coalesce into a single blur. Our beloved’s words and memories linger in our