ﺷﮩﺮ ﮐﯽ ﺩﮬﻮﭖ ﺳﮯ ﭘﻮﭼﮭﯿﮟ ﮐﺒﮭﯽ ﮔﺎﺅﮞ وﺍﻟﮯ ﮐﯿﺎ ﮨﻮﺋﮯ ﻟﻮﮒ ﻭﮦ ﺯﻟﻔﻮﮞ ﮐﯽ ﮔﮭﭩﺎﺅﮞ ﻭﺍﻟﮯ ﺍﺏ ﮐﮯ ﺑﺴﺘﯽ ﻧﻈﺮ ﺁﺗﯽ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﺍُﺟﮍﯼ ﮔﻠﯿﺎﮞ ﺁﺅ ﮈﮬﻮﻧﮉﯾﮟ ﮐﮩﯿﮟ ﺩﺭﻭﯾﺶ ﺩﻋﺎﺅﮞ ﻭﺍﻟﮯ ﺳﻨﮕﺰﺍﺭﻭﮞ ﻣﯿﮟ ﻣﺮﮮ ﺳﺎﺗﮫ ﭼﻠﮯ ﺁﺋﮯ ﺗﮭﮯ ﮐﺘﻨﮯ ﺳﺎﺩﮦ ﺗﮭﮯ ﻭﮦ ﺑﻠّﻮﺭ ﺳﮯ ﭘﺎﺅﮞ ﻭﺍﻟﮯ ﮨﻢ ﻧﮯ ﺫﺭّﻭﮞ ﺳﮯ ﺗﺮﺍﺷﮯ ﺗﺮﯼ ﺧﺎﻃﺮ ﺳﻮﺭﺝ ﺍﺏ ﺯﻣﯿﮟ ﭘﺮ ﺑﮭﯽ ﺍﺗﺮ ﺯﺭﺩ ﺧﻼﺅﮞ ﻭﺍﻟﮯ ﮐﯿﺎ ﭼﺮﺍﻏﺎﮞ ﺗﮭﺎ ﻣﺤﺒﺖ ﮐﺎ ﮐﮧ ﺑﺠﮭﺘﺎ ﮨﯽ ﻧﮧ ﺗﮭﺎ ﮐﯿﺴﮯ ﻣﻮﺳﻢ ﺗﮭﮯ ﻭﮦ ﭘُﺮ ﺷﻮﺭ ﮨﻮﺍﺅﮞ ﻭﺍﻟﮯ ﺗُﻮ ﮐﮩﺎﮞ ﺗﮭﺎ ﻣﺮﮮ ﺧﺎﻟﻖ ﮐﮧ ﻣﺮﮮ ﮐﺎﻡ ﺁﺗﺎ ﻣﺠﮫ ﭘﮧ ﮨﻨﺴﺘﮯ ﺭﮨﮯ ﭘﺘﮭﺮ ﮐﮯ ﺧﺪﺍﺅﮞ ﻭﺍﻟﮯ ﮨﻮﻧﭧ ﺳﯽ ﮐﺮ ﺑﮭﯽ ﮐﮩﺎﮞ ﺑﺎﺕ ﺑﻨﯽ ﮨﮯ ﻣﺤﺴﻦ ﺧﺎﻣﺸﯽ ﮐﮯ ﺳﺒﮭﯽ ﺗﯿﻮﺭ ﮨﯿﮟ ﺻﺪﺍﺅﮞ ﻭﺍﻟﮯ ---!!! ♥๑۩۞۩๑๑۩۞۩๑♥ (¯`•.•´¯) (¯`•.•´¯) ¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.• *`•.¸(¯`•.•´¯)¸.•´ *♥๑۩۞۩๑๑۩۞۩๑♥ * º * `•.¸.•´ * º *¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.• ♥๑۩۞۩๑M NAZ๑۩۞۩๑♥
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