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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(Translations of Chapter 7 to the Epilogue are solely the hard work ofBookandchai)
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Mayza stared at her bag with a conflicted expression. A day had not yet gone by but the evening had already dawned on them. The place she wished to visit was closed after 7:30 and she had guiltily spent the day catching up with Qizrah. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she placed her cheeks in between her palms and glared at the suitcase.
The thought of calling her father and asking him for another day had obviously crossed her mind but the way he spoke yesterday- it'd make her feel guilty if she didn't abide by her words.
She hadn't come across Humaid the whole day. She might have sneaked a peek every now and then but he was nowhere to be seen and she was just too shy to enquire about him.
"Just my luck."
Mayza murmured to herself with disappointment and dumped her items in the bag carelessly. She had bought a few souvenirs and presents for her family- nothing extravagant. They were small statues to a recipe book that her mother had requested and a little beanie and chocolates for Maeen- her niece.
Not wanting for the stress and the slight ache in her chest to increase by every passing second, Mayza left her room and found herself in the garden- one that she had not had enough time to appreciate.
The hotel owner might be obsessed with roses because every corner she turned to, she found different species of them- all of whom just added more beauty to the area. Roses weren't her favourite flower but seeing them set so beautifully could make anyone fall in love
Winter had stepped into the country and Mayza wasn't the least bit concerned about it. The cold wind had always calmed her down. The chill around made her forget her thoughts and just breathe.
Relax.
Life was getting to where it was supposed to be.
She could finally say that she was stepping towards peace.
It might have been a rough phase but the dark doesn't last forever.
Looking up at the sky that was a blend of dark and the fading light, Mayza sensed the presence before he could say something.
She didn't turn to glance at him, nor did he make any sounds as he came to stand beside her. Standing under the early night sky on the onset of winter in a garden full of roses. Talk about another interaction that would make Mayza dream of her fairytale.
But this time, her fairytale wasn't blind. It wasn't hurried. She was giving it her own sweet time, unknown that someone else too felt the same.
