Har story ki ek beginning hoti hai...
Kuch stories planned hoti hain.
Aur kuch...
bas ek simple se “Hi” se shuru ho jaati hain.
Hamari bhi.
Building ke cricket tournament mein hum pehli baar mile the.
Aur honestly... tab mujhe kya pata tha ki jis ladki ko main sirf ek baar “Hi” bol raha hoon...
woh ek din meri life ka itna bada part ban jayegi.
Uske baad ek din...
maine ek sad story daali.
Aur usne uspe reply kiya.
Bas... wahi reply hamari actual story ka first page tha.
Pata hi nahi chala... baat kab shuru hui...
aur raat ke 4 baje kab ho gaye.
Hum dono ke paas bolne ke liye itna kuch tha...
ki good night bhi shayad hamare liye optional tha.
Lekin ek problem thi...
Mini ki life mein already koi aur tha.
Ek situationship.
Toh maine socha...
theek hai.
Pehle dost bante hain.
Pehle hum friends bane.
Phir ache friends.
Phir companions.
Bas problem ye thi...
ki mujhe usse dheere dheere pyaar hone laga.
Garba classes humare liye sirf garba classes nahi thi.
Woh humara bahana tha... saath mein bahar jaane ka.
Saath mein gaane sunne ka.
Randomly ghoomne ka.
Ek dusre se poore din baat karne ka.
Jaise... din chhota padne laga tha.
Humari baatein rukti hi nahi thi.
Aur pata hi nahi chala...
kab friendship ke beech mein kuch aur grow hone laga.
“Pyaar sirf bolne ki cheez nahi hoti.”
“Pyaar feel karne ki cheez hoti hai.”
Mujhe nahi pata tha ki main usse kaise bataun...
ki main kya feel karta hoon.
Main bas itna chahta tha...
ki woh mujhe sirf ek aur insaan ki tarah na dekhe.
Main chahta tha ki woh realise kare...
ki main woh insaan ban sakta hoon...
jiske saath woh apni life share karna chahe.
Isliye maine usse force nahi kiya.
Bas... dheere dheere usse dikhaya...
ki pyaar sirf bolne ki cheez nahi hoti.
Pyaar feel karne ki cheez hoti hai.
And slowly...
she started feeling it too.
Lekin mujhe pehli baar sach mein realise hua...
ki main usse kitna chahta hoon...
us din.
Jab main anxiety mein tha...
and she hugged me.
Us hug mein kuch extraordinary nahi tha...
bas ek simple sa hug tha.
Lekin mere liye...
us moment mein sab kuch tha.
“They just stay.”
“And sometimes... staying is everything.”
Lekin har story mein ek point aata hai...
jab sab kuch easy nahi hota.
Navratri 2K25 mein...
aisa laga jaise sab humare against the.
Log against the.
Situations against thi.
Things got difficult.
But somehow...
hum dono ek dusre ke against nahi hue.
Maybe wahi difference tha.
Duniya chahe kitni bhi complicated ho...
hum dono ne ek dusre ko choose karna nahi chhoda.
Last year...
meri life ka ek bahut difficult phase tha.
Main khud ke saath bhi theek nahi tha.
Lekin Mini...
tu thi.
You stayed.
Jab main panic karta tha...
tu mere saath rehti thi.
Jab mujhe samajh nahi aata tha kya karna hai...
tu bas mere paas hoti thi.
And that's something...
I will never forget.
Phir aaya Navratri.
Us waqt tak cheezein badal chuki thi.
Usne apna situationship chhod diya tha.
Hum dono ko pata tha...
ki ab humare beech sirf friendship nahi thi.
Last year... mere gym ke neeche basement mein...
shaam ke time... woh mujhse milne aayi.
Wahin...
usne mujhe kiss kiya.
And that was it.
Wahin se...
humara kuch shuru hua.
Phir Diwali aayi.
Is baar lights sirf gharon mein nahi thi...
humare beech bhi kuch light up ho chuka tha.
Wahin...
humne finally confess kiya.
And from there... there was no going back.
Phir humari life mein bahut saari choti choti memories aayi.
Dumas.
Cafés.
Movies.
Navratri.
Ek dusre ke ghar.
Aur obviously...
ice cream. 🍦
Hum dono ki love language shayad officially ice cream hai.
Raat ko drive pe jaana...
ice cream khana...
aur phir bina kisi reason ke hours tak baat karna.
Those random dates...
honestly... mere favourite dates the.
Hum perfect couple nahi hain.
Hum ek dusre ki watt lagate hain.
Ek dusre ko embarrass karte hain.
Ek dusre ki bitching karte hain.
Phir saath mein ice cream khate hain.
And somehow...
that is our kind of love.
Mini...
mujhe tumhari bahut saari cheezein pasand hain.
Even the things jo kabhi kabhi mujhe irritate karti hain.
Log aksar sochte hain...
relationship ka matlab ek perfect partner hona hota hai.
But with you...
I realised something else.
Main chahta hoon...
ki tu meri girlfriend hone se pehle...
meri best friend rahe.
Woh insaan...
jiske saath main kuch bhi share kar sakun.
Jiske saath main stupid ban sakun.
Jiske saath main bina reason hanso.
Jiske saath main chup bhi reh sakun.
Because honestly...
I don't just want a girlfriend.
I want my person.
Mujhe nahi pata...
future exactly kaisa hone wala hai.
Mujhe nahi pata hum kahan honge.
Kya kar rahe honge.
Life humein kis direction mein le jayegi.
But there is one thing...
jiske baare mein mujhe sure hona hai.
Main apna future predict nahi kar sakta...
Lekin...
main apna future tere saath build karna chahta hoon.
5 September 2026
Happy Birthday, Mini ❤️
Today...
it's your birthday.
And I don't know if I have enough words...
to explain what you mean to me.
So instead...
I just want to say thank you.
Thank you for coming into my life.
Thank you for staying.
Thank you for understanding me.
Thank you for laughing at my stupid jokes.
Thank you for letting me annoy you.
And thank you...
for being my Mini.
Mini...
I don't know where life is going to take us.
Maybe things will always be easy...
maybe they won't.
But agar ek cheez main choose kar sakta hoon...
toh woh tu hai.
Main perfect nahi hoon.
Mujhse mistakes hongi.
Hum ladenge.
Ek dusre ko irritate karenge.
Ek dusre ki band bajayenge.
Lekin end mein...
main hamesha tera friend banna chahta hoon.
Your companion.
Your safe place.
And hopefully...
the person jiske saath tu apni poori life share karna chahe.
Hamari story abhi sirf shuru hui hai.
Cricket tournament ke ek “Hi” se...
4 AM ki conversations tak...
Garba classes se...
late-night ice cream drives tak...
Basement ke us ek moment se...
Diwali ke confession tak...
And everything we've been through since then...
It's all become a part of me.
And Mini...
Happy Birthday.
I love you.
Here's to us.
And here's to...
every chapter we haven't lived yet.
Happy Birthday, meri Mini.
Some people enter your life quietly...
and somehow become your whole world.
MINI ❤️ CHICKYY
Chapter 1 — Complete.
The story continues...
One last thing...
For the song that feels like us. 🎧
When you reach the end, press play.
Ehsaas — Faheem Abdullah · Duha Shah