ENAMOUR LOVE

Chapter 9.

"Amyrah." The name rolled through my tongue, her name always gave me a strange affinity. Her gaze got fixed on me and the layer of water covered her eyes.

"Are you okay?"

She didn't utter a word and was just looking at me, what's going on in that head of hers. Tears rolled down from her eyes and my fingers itched to wipe that off.

As I forwarded my hand, she flinched back. Tears were continuously rolling down her eyes. The soft sobs of hers turned into hiccups and her breaths were getting shallow. The tremble in her body was still there.

"Come with me." I held her wrist and took a step but she was glued in her position. "Amyrah." She started crying uncontrollably, trying to hide her face.

"Hey, hey it's okay. It's alright." My voice came in whispers, what to do to calm her down. "Come with me please."

She looked up for a second too long and wiped her eyes. She slowly nodded and I sighed in relief. I took her towards the parked buses and got my bag from it.

"Sit here and drink some." I gave her my water bottle but she was hesitant. I sat beside her on the stone seater but she slid away a little.

"Did they do something to you?" I asked and to my relief she shook her head. I sat there in silence looking in front of me and I saw her drink the water from the corner of my eyes.

She forwarded it in front of me and I took it taking a sip. How should I even initiate this conversation. I was about to speak but she abruptly stood up from her place and started pacing back and forth.

"Amyrah..." I was stopped in between as her voice cut the still atmosphere surrounding us.

"Vo mujhe maar dein ge." (They will kill me). She started mumbling and was pacing again. I stood in front of her to stop her as I felt the rage overpowering me. Who the hell will even lay a finger on her.

"Koun?" (Who?).

"Abbu aur Bhai. Vo mujhe maar dein ge. Abbu mujhe zinda dafnayein ge ya Bhai petrol daalke mujhe jala dein ge." (Father and brother. They will kill me. Father will bury me alive or my brother would burn me down).

I coughed loudly to hide my laughter, who will even kill their child. She is really so cute. The way she was ruminating the entire situation is so funny and adorable.

"Yeh sab aap ki galti hai." (It's all your fault). She suddenly turned towards me and glared with her innocent doe eyes.

"Meri?" (Mine).

"Ji aapki, aap shaadi se inkar kar dete." (Yes yours, you could've denied from this marriage).

"Haan aur uss harami kabootar se tumhara nikkah karva deta." (Yes and let you marry, with that bastard pigeon). I gritted my teeth just imagining it.

"Kabootar?" (Pigeon?). Damn. That pout of her. "Haan kabootar se hi kar leti, vo mujhe uda kar kahi dur le jaata." (Yes, I would've married to the pigeon, it could've taken me far away).

No she didn't just say that. I chuckled at that and she looked at me in disbelief.

"Aap has rahein hein." (You are laughing). There was fury in her voice. "Vo log mere janaza utha deinge." (They will lift up my funeral). She was scared again.

"Nahi hoga tumhe kuch." (Nothing will happen to you).

"Aap unke baare mein nahi jaante isiliye aisa keh rahe hein. Vo mujhe dafna kar phir kabhi nahi dekhein ge." (You don't know about them that's why you are saying like this. They won't even look at me twice after burying).