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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Masar scowled for the umpteenth time as he saw the bandar in black suit laughing at a joke said by Sabir. His fists kept clenching and unclenching as he tried his best to not throw these rishte wale out of the house in one go.
His eyes were drilling holes after holes in the man's head but the guy seemed to be ignoring it or maybe, he was just foolish enough to not notice the intensity of Masar's death stare.
"Arey Humaid bhai, aur le, itna kya sharma rahe hai?"
Sabir buttered his maybe or maybe not-to-be jiju and offered him more of the sweets and the snacks but the said man refused them with a polite smile.
Masar's glare shifted from Humaid to Sabir who was smart or maybe foolish enough to look at him and his eyes widened as he found his cousin murdering him by his stare.
Arey ab toh inko maine kuch khilaya bhi nahi, phir kyu mere sar ke peeche pade hai?
He thought with a gulp before looking away and chuckling nervously towards Humaid.
"Acha Humaid bhai, I would like to take my leave now. You enjoy yourself."
With that, he ran out of the living room as if the devil was chasing him. Well, he wasn't wrong in a sense since Masar was still glaring at the place where he had disappeared.
"Humaid beta, baki baatein baad mein, let me get straight to the point. Aapke abbu toh Mustafa ke dost hai, but profession perspective se, what do you do?"
Humaid smiled politely at Abeer before clearing his throat and replied with a calm and collected tone.
"I am related to the tourism industry. Basically an agency that has set it's roots on most of the western as well Eastern countries. Alhumdulillah, filhaal ke liye everything is going pretty well and Insha'Allah, aage bhi sab theek hoga."
Abeer's eyes assessed his features for a few seconds before he gave him a nod, content with his answer and his posture. The guy was confident to say the least and he could only hope for more positivity from him.
Masar scoffed lightly, unintentionally grabbing the attention of the man he was digging a grave for. Humaid smiled at the youth but was met with a neutral and bored look. He raised an eyebrow at Masar who copied his gesture but with a more serious expression.
"Aapki tareef?"
"Arey ab Masar bhai khud ki tareef khud ke muh se toh karenge nahi. We are there for that. Lekin sawal acha tha. He-"
