Quarrel of Hearts (Edited)

Ao ao, hear me now, Mohabbat Khan,

We speak with pride, but hearts come undone.

Yes, it’s strength, yes, it’s right,

But something’s broken deep tonight.

You speak of courage, but hide deceit,

Once filled with kindness, now full of heat.

How many times did I ask you to refrain,

Yet you took my name down Quetta’s lane?

Oh, it’s not just words, it’s a war inside,

Two hearts collide, no place to hide.

Love turns to quarrel, trust turns to pain,

We’re dancing in the storm again.

This is the quarrel of hearts,

A battlefield where love departs.

One moment sweet, the next we fight,

Holding on in the fading light.

I asked with care, but it turned to war,

Our whispers now are shouts, nothing more.

We build and break, we give, we take,

This love’s a storm we cannot shake.

You were my trust, now you’re my test,

A heart betrayed, a soul distressed.

Yet here we stand, in hurt and pride,

Two wounded hearts that won’t divide.

Oh, it’s not just words, it’s a war inside,

Two hearts collide, no place to hide.

Love turns to quarrel, trust turns to pain,

We’re dancing in the storm again.

This is the quarrel of hearts,

A battlefield where love departs.

One moment sweet, the next we fight,

Holding on in the fading light.

Even if we break, even if we part,

There’s fire still in the quarrel of hearts.

For every wound, for every scar,

Love still beats where we are.