Veer-Zaara: Love Like a Quiet Flame

Twenty years since their story unfolded,
Veer and Zaara, bound in a love unsaid, unbroken.
Two souls tied by silences, by promises unspoken,
Their love a quiet flame, burning across lines never crossed.

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Qaidi Number 786, Veer, imprisoned yet free,
Through steel bars, he dreams of fields in bloom,
Of mustard flowers, of laughter’s echo in distant rooms,
Holding Zaara in memories, his only truth, his only plea.

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They tell him, “Forget her,” but how can he comply?
When her name is carved in each breath he takes,
Her memory a wound that both heals and aches,
His heart a prisoner far more than the bars that keep him inside.

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And Zaara—wrapped in his colors, a life she chose,
Leaving her own world for a love so deep it defies,
In every act, she keeps his spirit alive,
Bearing his dreams, his pain, his truth, as if it’s hers alone.

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Is there still a love like this, in a world so swift, so lost?
A love that doesn’t bargain, doesn’t sway, doesn’t ask why,
A love that would walk through fire, through fate, to lie
In the quiet of a lover’s arms, knowing that this—this is all.

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I watched their story again, tears blurring my gaze,
And wondered if somewhere, in each soul, there lies
A Veer who would give his world, a Zaara who’d rise—
Two hearts ready to endure, to burn, to blaze.

Shubhika