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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"What bothers you, Samaira?"
The question was still fresh in her mind and so was his soothing presence. He yielded such a magic over her thoughts and heart, that the former didn't succumb to numbness nor did the latter embrace sorrow.
For the better part, the week that followed after that day was peaceful as she would like to call it. Peaceful in a sense, she hadn't encountered any triggering presence or reminders. She has been able to submit her project and earn brownies points for herself. And along with that, it was her paycheck day.
What else could make her happier?
Oh, maybe a cup of coffee as she lay reading on her bed in her new personal space.
In her little cozy cabin that held a fragrance of fresh lavenders and strong coffee mix that she was now sipping, enjoying herself in silence while the outside drizzled, creating an ethereal glow over the place.
Samaira had come up with a good old excuse to escape her parents' questioning regarding her absence at the Baksh mansion for the last 2 days. For them, she was at a hotel, working in peace on another structure but this was 3-D. Though, she didn't necessarily lie. She was working on a real-life model of the hotel she had been assigned with.
"A few more hours..."
She didn't want to leave the place but the presentation was due for the very next day and since she had been warned time and time again about how important the clients were, with a soft sigh, Samaira got ready to take her leave from her little sanctuary.
"It looks..."
Samaira frowned in worry, staring at her model with a frown. Something looked incomplete but she couldn't point it out. Feeling tired out her mind to not really understand it even if she tried, Samaira quickly packed it all up and drove back to the Baksh house.
At some point, the drizzle had turned into heavy rain. The icy wind caressed her skin, making her smile giddily.
Ever since a child, rain has always managed to calm her down. It made her feel happy, unknown to the people who thought the climate brought gloom. For her, rain was nothing but an essence of new life and joy.
Thunder roared high and mighty, eliciting a gleeful laugh from her. The violently shaking trees, the nonstop waterfall, the ferocity of the wind, everything brought about a forgotten excitement in Samaira.
And taking in account her past, this was the most ironic of things she had managed to keep within herself.
Her hatred for that evening could not erase the everlasting love for the weather. To her, it had arrived in hopes of providing her condolences or maybe, it was to make her realise that she wasn't so fragile after all.
'Tears for the weak'; but what of those who had survived and endured the storms for far too long? What of those who swallowed the burning desolation until they were afraid they'd lose their own souls?
