Mehr-o-Mah (مہر و ماہ) -
The sun and the moon
A collection of short stories filled with love, spice, drama and a roller coaster of emotions and of course, a huge part of my imagination.
(The second generation of Ahd-e-Vafa)...
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Zaahira fumbled on her feet as she stared at the huge haveli in front of her. It had gotten way too dark out and no more than a few villagers were in sight. After numerous curses to her bright luck, she found herself in a situation that looked promisingly dramatic and highly filled with topics that didn't concern her even in the slightest.
"Itna ghabrao nahi. Yaha-"
Dilawar had only started when a huge commotion rose near the entrance. Zaahira's once nervous form had now fully turned into one of panic as she quickly ducked herself behind Dilawar who just blinked, not understanding what had happened.
He straightened up, clearing his throat, he looked ahead only to find the clan of men entering the house with an unwanted bustle and loud greetings.
"Baksh do mujhe."
He muttered under his breath and heaved a deep sigh of annoyance. Zaahira peeked from over his shoulders by standing on her tiptoes. Her eyes squinted in concentration at the men and unconsciously she leaned a little forward.
The tiniest bit of space was diminished when her front brushed Dilawar's back in the slightest and the latter was quick enough to rush forward as though her touch had electrocuted him in the most unpleasant of ways.
Frowning at his sudden actions, Zaahira opened her mouth to question him but was stopped when he shook his head- more to himself than her- and glanced over his shoulders as a motion for her to follow him inside the haveli.
"Lekin-"
"DILAWAR!"
A loud scream was heard across the lawn, successfully making Zaahira scream in terror and the man addressed to merely flinched before rolling his eyes in annoyance.
Yazan came running to him in the most dramatic of ways and Zaahira just watched with confused and slightly wide eyes at the man who was behaving like a lost lover meeting his love after ages.
"Haye, mera bhai! Kaha tha tu? Aaya toh aaya, lekin apne saath yeh manhusiyat lana zaroori tha?"
He mumbled the last part in a low voice.
Zaahira looked visibly offended, thinking his words were directed towards her but on seeing the way he motioned with his eyes at the group of men that were entering the haveli, she relaxed her stance.
Yazan's eyes fell on the female standing behind his cousin and they instantly widened more if possible. With an agape mouth and expressions of disbelief, he moved his gaze to Dilawar who was already scowling at him.
"Ye-yeh- yeh ladki hai!"
"Kitna samajhdar hai tu."
Dilawar faked a cry of happiness before he smacked Yazan's head-
