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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There are some moments in life that you don't want to witness yet your eyes and brain refuse to listen to you and you stay frozen, all the while watching the one thing that you have dreamed of slipping from your hands as easily as water.
Masar leaned his head against the pillar, his eyes didn't leave Faeezah's form that was clad in a pine green coloured lehenga. Her face was shining brightly as her eyes looked at her hands that were being covered with the beautiful patterns of henna, something that Faeezah had loved since a very young age.
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"Masha'Allah, kitni pyari lag rahi hai meri bachi!"
Falak took balaiya of her daughter who blushed at the amount of attention that was suddenly diverted her way. Falak placed a loving kiss on Faeezah's forehead and soon got busy with the tasks at hand.
It was a week since Humaid had visited and 5 days since the two had given their answers. It was a 'yes' from both sides. Humaid was more than ecstatic but the same couldn't be said about Faeezah. An unsettling feeling had set in her guts the moment she entered the Bukhari house after the uncomfortable silence with Masar and since then, the feeling wasn't ready to leave her.
Blaming it all on a bad mood, she had said a 'yes' in hopes of getting her spirits high and an excitement of what the future might hold but rather than that, it felt as though it kept increasing after every function and every word of congratulations that was sent her way.
Something wasn't right but what?
Masar had almost broken his knuckles while punching the boxing bag when the news arrived. Oh what a mess he was. Weak, crumbled, angry, vulnerable and enraged! Not on anyone but at himself. He shouldn't have let his heart guide him deeper into that unknown emotion even after a million rebellions from his brain.
All was his fault and his twisted fates!
Faeezah looked up from her hands that were almost done with being covered from the mehendi and unconsciously her eyes drifted towards the pillar where Masar stood looking at her with a neutral expression. Her smile faltered a little as she remembered their last encounter but keeping that memory aside, she smiled widely at him, hoping to get it back but all he did was give her a barely visible smile and walked out from the scene.
