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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Darya sat staring at her hands that were covered with freshly done mehendi. The smell of the henna was enticing but not enough to calm her nerves down. It had been 3 weeks since she had 'yes' to marrying Zamurad and since then, the Malik house has been in an uproar- literally.
The fact that after meeting her now to-be husband, the thoughts of the mysterious eyes were replaced by his form. The way his eyes seemed so expressive yet the treasure chest that had more in itself to unravel, the smile that he wore that looked filled with bliss but hid deep secrets inside, the way he understood her unspoken words and tried his best to cooperate and not to forget, the words he said after their first and last encounter.
The words that had her heart stuttering in her chest, as if it had forgotten it's own beat and was waiting for him to teach it.
Since that day, her mind did go haywire but with the thoughts of what her future held with him. A smile remained constant on her lips as though happiness surrounded the very air that she breathed.
All in one, Darya Malik knew that her decision would lead to nothing but a tranquil filled eternity.
An eternity with him.
"Oye hoye, koi apne to-be shohar ke khayalo mein gum lag raha hai."
The familiar voice of Zaahira that held a teasing tone to it brought Darya back from her contentment filled thoughts. Her eyes glistened with merriment while a beguiling blush rose over her cheeks.
Zaahira laughed at her cousin's shy state while Darya just poked her tongue at her.
"Just wait until it's your turn."
This time, Zaahira rolled her eyes before waving her hands in the air in a dismissing manner.
"Puh-lease, I am not marrying anyone until I turn 25."
"Woh toh baad ki baat hai."
Zaahira played deaf to Darya's words and looked at her phone. The very moment there was a ring of notification and the mischief that now reflected clearly in Zaahira's eyes alarmed Darya a bit.
"Darya.."
She dragged the name with a sweetness that could cause diabetes but the minty mirth in them made Darya narrow her eyes at her cousin sister.
"Kya hua? Kya message aaya hai?"
Zaahira just winked at her sister before looking around and just in time, the toofan Malik boys, Zameer and Murad came rushing to Darya's side with a smile so bright that Darya almost got a panic attack thinking what karname they had done now.
"Kya kiya hai tum teeno ne?"
"Why'd you think that?"
Zameer placed a hand on his chest and shook his head in mock hurt but all Darya did was stand up from her place and take a few steps back.
