Dilbar (دلبر) -
Lover
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Samaira Baksh has sworn off love. The emotion in itself brought memories that were synonymous with a weak nightmare. For her, love was a forgotten feeling and farthest away from what could be considered...
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"Zaira, stop worrying! You're giving me anxiety!"
Samaira groaned tiredly, slumping on the bed, still on a video call with her twin- one that had been extended for the past 2 hours as Zaira fretted over every little thing.
There was a function scheduled for today to introduce the couple to the business world. Naturally, people expected it to be lavish and extravagant and that in itself was enough to set Zaira's peace off.
"Then help me! Aa jana yaha. Everything will be much better with you here."
(Come here.)
"Emotional blackmail doesn't work anymore on me, idiot."
"It does!"
Samaira ignored her sister's pleas and her puppy eyes which had been able to pull her down the drain more than a few times. Massaging her temples in frustration, she sighed heavily before giving Zaira a nod.
"I'll be there in an hour."
An excited squeal almost left her deaf as Zaira quickly cut the call, running off to check the preparations she had looked through more than 5 times already.
"Nahi karna mujhe yeh."
(I don't want to do this.)
Samaira all but whined to herself, snuggling under her comforter and closing her eyes to take a semi-sleep, a term she had invented to stay still on the bed and pretend to be asleep in order to let her body relax and forget all that worried her.
A blissful half an hour later, she begrudgingly got out of the bed and changed into a comfy top that lay loosely on her form and beige jeggings. Her go-to bun was in place as she wore her snickers and with hefty steps, bid a goodbye to her mother who knew well enough where she was going seeing her state and annoyance on her face.
The Mir mansion was at a drive of 20 minutes from her home, maybe because the area gave a much needed privacy to the families who desired to stay out of unwanted prying and peeping. It was past the early hours of the morning, hence why traffic too was merciful to some extent.
"Ahh! I owe you everything!"
"Technically, you owe me a long term of peace and sleep."
"Oh hush now!"
Zaira pulled her in a tight hug, not letting go until Samaira kissed the top of her head and gently patted her back. They might not be fond of touches but when it was just the two, the love language was a tight hug and forehead kisses.
"Chalo abhi. Look at these flowers. I told them to bring red ones but they brought these feeke pink and white."
