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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A week passed by in a blur and there sat Samaira on the couch, munching nervously on a biscuit as she eyed the television screen intently. All the men had gone to the party office since the election results were just minutes away and the house occupied only Samaira and Zaigham's mother.
"Itni tension lene ki zaroorat nahi hai. They have done well in the last 5 years."
(There's no need to be so stressed.)
Zaigham's mother chuckled, patting Samaira's head gently as she took a seat beside her on the couch, placing two cups of coffee on the table ahead.
Samaira gave her a sheepish smile, not herself aware of why she was spending more than 2 hours in front of the television when she could simply check the final results. Maybe because she knew that these results were important for Zaigham and hence why, she tried her best to catch up.
Samaira sipped her coffee, looking back and forth between the nonstop result coverage and her surroundings. The Abbasi house was as extravagant as a political manor can be. It was well furnished with intricate details on the walls and the marble floor. Photos hung on spots away from prying eyes and most of them had piqued Samaira's interest.
"They were taken by Zaigham."
Her mother-in-law said with a fond albeit a little sad smile. Samaira knew not much apart from that Zaigham was fond of photography but what confused her was the camera that was tucked deep into the wardrobe, looking neat and clean but too much out of use.
She would've asked more if not for the loud sounds of firecrackers and drums that came from the television. With wide eyes, Samaira averted her gaze back to the screen only to stay silent for a few seconds before bursting into excited squeals of joy. She vaguely heard the older woman's hearty laugh at her reaction. All Samaira now focused on was the face of her husband standing outside the party office, being showered with praises and prayers and a lot of questions from the paparazzis.
"Alhamdulillah."
Samaira shared a wide smile with her mother-in-law before they got up to offer a prayer of gratitude towards their Lord but not before gulping the cup of coffee that had turned mildly cold.
Throughout the rest of the day, Samaira spent answering congratulatory phone calls and spending good time chatting with Zaira who was grumpy early in the morning because Azlan decided to accompany Zaigham rather than sleeping in.
"Zaira-"
"I swear, that man is sleeping on the couch for a whole month! How can he-"
"He's just being a nice, helpful friend.."
Samaira mumbled, falling back on the comfortable bed with an exasperated sigh. Her twin surely could be a whole lot more dramatic at times.
