This is only for you, Chanda.
You already know the answer. Think back to where all of this began — and guess.
 
Happy Monthiversary
8
Months of Us
Meri Chanda, Mohtarma 🥀
24 December 2025  —  24 August 2026
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How It Began

Arranged by our families. Chosen, every day since, by us.

24 December 2025
Where It Began
A rishta, decided the way our families believed in. Neither of us had said a word to the other yet — but the date was set, and something quietly began.
20 January 2026, 1:01 PM
Your First Words to Me
Not "hi." Not "hello." The very first message either of us sent — and it was yours:
"Assalam O Alaikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuhu"
A greeting of peace, before anything else. I have kept it since.
24 March 2026 — Month 3
You Upgraded My Life
"Meri jaan, you upgraded my life... full of smiles, full of thanks to Almighty, full of sujoods... You are the best thing that's ever happened in my entire life."
24 July 2026 — Month 7
Still More, Together
"Meri pyari c jaan, meri zojah... Thank you so much to make amazing 7 months of my life, and still more together."
24 August 2026 — Today
Eight Months, Chanda
And here we are. Same date, every month, without fail. Eight moons since the day this began — and I'm not done counting.

The Names I Call You

Straight from eight months of our own chat — every single one, counted.

Chanda × 498 Jaan × 384 Meri Jaan × 144 Begum × 133 Sadqay Jaon × 117 Shona × 74 Zindagi × 59 Meethi × 34 Jaanum × 15 Pyari × 22 Zojah Shahzadi Hayaati Mah Qalbee My Queen
Mohtarma — the name still saved in my phone. Respect first. Love followed, and stayed.

Why, Chanda

A few of the things I actually wrote down about you.

Your Smile
"Jab bhi smile krti hain, jab goli moli c cheeks baahir aa jaati hain, or hont khil uthte hain... wallah bari cute lagti hain."
Your Eyes
"Jab se aap ki eyes naqab mein daikhi hain... dosri baar mein hi apki aankhein saari attention le leti hain — bohot pyari lagti hain."
Your Caring Heart
"Aap jitni chizon ko lekr caring hain, save rakhti hain — purani se purani cheezein bhi sambhal kar rakhi hui hain."
Your Voice
Pyari pyari baatein, endless voice notes — the kind that make an entire day feel lighter.
Who I Become With You
"With you, I'll be braver."

In My Own Words

A few of the things I actually wrote to you, unedited.

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Allah talah ka shukar hai k us ne hamara rishta itna khoobsurat bnaya hai, k jism 2 hain, dil aik hai, rooh aik hai.
25 Feb 2026
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Mohtarma, stay with me forever… We'll fix everything between each other, improve — but we are staying forever.
April 2026
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You are my duniya and akhirah, meri hamdard, meri hamsafar, meri hum-rooh, mera hum-jism... meri jaan, mera maan, meri shaan, meri subha, meri shaam — har pal, har lamha.
Voice of the Heart
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Hayaati... Mah Qalbee... Wallah, you are the love of my life.
Late Night Note
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You are my home, is se zyada or kya ho sakta hai.
Simply True
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My words may be same each day, but never the feelings... even if I use words cheap, my love is always deep.
A Daily Promise

Numbers That Tell Our Story

Straight from our WhatsApp, 20 Jan 2026 – 24 Aug 2026.

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Messages I sent you
0
Messages you sent me back
0
Photos, voice & video notes shared
0
Times I called you Chanda
0
Days since 24 Dec 2025
0
Months, and still counting

A Letter, For You

Mohtarma — read this slowly.

Meri Chanda,

Aath mahine ho gaye… aur ab bhi lagta hai jaise kal hi ki baat ho, jab aap ne sabse pehle likha tha: Assalam-o-Alaikum. Us salaam ne hi dil jeet liya tha — us waqt mujhe andaza bhi nahi tha k ye salaam, ek zindagi bhar ki dua ban jaay ga.

Hum arranged thay, magar hum ne ise apni marzi se, apne dil se, mohabbat bana liya. Rishta hamari family ne tay kiya tha — magar mohabbat, wo humne khud chuni hai, har roz, dobara.

You are my duniya and my akhirah, meri hamdard, meri hamsafar, meri hum-rooh. Jism do hain, magar dil aik hai, rooh aik hai — jaisa maine kabhi likha tha, waisa hi mehsoos karta hoon aaj bhi, shayad pehle se bhi zyada.

Maine aapko 498 baar 'Chanda' kaha, 384 se zyada baar 'Jaan', na jane kitni baar 'Meri Jaan', 'Jaanu', 'Begum', 'Zojah'... phir bhi lagta hai koi lafz kaafi nahi. Alfaz same reh jaate hain, lekin feelings kabhi purani nahi hotin — jitna pehle din chaha tha, us se zyada aaj chahta hoon.

Happy 8th Monthiversary, Meri Chanda. Yeh sirf aath mahine nahi — yeh wo aath mahine ki raatein hain jo aapki yaad se roshan hui, wo subhein hain jo aapke 'Good Morning' se shuru hui, wo har lamha hai jo humne ek doosre ko diya.

Sadqay jaon main, Mohtarma. Stay with me forever — hum sab kuch theek kar lenge, behtar bante rahenge, magar staying forever, humesha.

Apka, sirf apka — Abdullah
24 August 2026