Mehr-o-Mah | مہر و ماہ ✓

Riwayat- Pt 1

(The translation for urdu dialogues can be found in the comments beside the text! All translation credits for chapters 1-4 of Riwaayat are solely the hard work of Emalax)

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Zaahira looked into her suitcase and sighed when she realized that something still felt missing. The feeling in her guts told her to undo the whole thing and pack it all again for the 3rd time since the past 1 hour.

"Hira, what have you been doing for so long?"

The familiar voice of her mother, Mahira, came from outside her room before she heard the doorknob being turned.

Zaahira groaned when she failed to find the missing thing and fell on her back on the bed with an irritated look. The frustration that had built up in her could clearly be seen by the crease between her eyebrows and the scowl on her lips.

"Mama, yaar, yeh samajh hi nahi aa raha what's not there in the bag. Kab se point out karne ki koshish kar rahi hu."

Mahira raised an eyebrow at her daughter's misery and sat beside her on the bed. A thoughtful expression took over her face and Zaahira sat up straight knowing very well that like always, her mom would be able to point out what she couldn't see.

"Did you keep your bullet journal?"

As though struck by lightning, Zaahira sprang out of the bed but not before placing a kiss of gratitude on her mother's cheek. Quickly walking up to her desk, she rummaged through the many diaries, journals, notebooks before finally getting hold of the one she needed.

"Yaar, mama, aap nahi hote toh mera kya hota."

"Wahi hota jo aapki kamzor memory chahti."

The words were followed by a snicker and Zaahira glared at her younger brother who strolled into the room, whistling lightly in response to which he was met with a stern look from his mother that made him halt his ministrations and gulp in apology.

"Kya kar raha hai yaha? Don't you have Zameer to irritate?"

"Haan but he's busy sulking over his imaginary girlfriend who broke his imaginary heart in his dreams."

Zaahira rolled her eyes but was left astounded with how she was still not used to their idiotism even after spending all her life around the two- Zameer and Murad.

"Murad, tang nahi karo use. Go and complete your pending assignments."

Mahira's stern voice was easily thrown from one ear to another and then out of his conscious mind as Murad eyed the suitcase that was almost done with being packed. A frown made its way on his face as he looked at the bag then at his sister who stood giving him a bored look.

"Kahi ja rahi ho?"

He tried to conceal the worry in his tone and acted all neutral but the teasing glint that appeared in his appi's eyes told more than enough to him but he decided to ignore her looks and jump on the comfortable bed that called out to him.