Tere Naam Part — 2 Sikandar Sanam

Radhe flinched. Then, for the first time in twenty years, a ghost of a smile touched his lips. "Sher sheeshe mein apna aks dekhkar bhi darr jaata hai, baccha."

"Sikandar," the boy said proudly. "Lekin ghar mein sab mujhe 'Sanam' bulate hain. Kyunki mummy kehti hain, main unka aakhri sahaara hoon."

"Main pagal tha, Nirjara. Ab nahi raha. Kyunki mere pagalpan ki wajah wapas aa gayi—aur ek naya sheher bhi lekar aayi." tere naam part 2 sikandar sanam

"Tum kyun aayi ho?" he asked.

"Yeh… mera beta hai?" Radhe whispered. Radhe flinched

Nirjara wiped her tears. "Mera beta… uska naam hai Sikandar. Uska baap nahi hai. Main usse tere paas laayi hoon."

Now, his hair was a shock of grey and white, his body lean and scarred from street fights, but his eyes—those wild, ocean-deep eyes—had gone still. Dead. He worked for a scrap dealer, lifting iron and rust, speaking only in grunts. "Lekin ghar mein sab mujhe 'Sanam' bulate hain

The woman was thirty-eight, draped in a simple green saree , her hair long with a streak of grey. She wasn’t a girl anymore. Her face carried the soft maps of sorrow. But her eyes—those wide, questioning shamiana eyes—were unmistakable.