Qurbat

-Prologue-

3 months ago...

The shahid house was drowned with sad and depressed enviorment. Tears staining everyone's face as they cried at the rememberence of their beloved Shahana begum.

Her mayat layed on the ground as everyone cried and prayed around it.

Soon the males came and took the mayat away exchanging shoulder as they walked to the graveyard.

Loud cries exited the house for the very respected elder of the house who took her leave for the afterlife.

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The males had come back from namaz-e-janaza and now the ladies of the house were busy serving mourners. The fake tears of the of the extended family had dried and the gossips had continued.

The shahid family continued to greet and meet them hiding thier sorrow and pain behind.

When this went on a soft soul sat at the backside of the house sobbing uncontrollably.

She sat on the bench with her legs crossed facing the backrest of the bench.

Anyone who looked at her judged her like a lunatic person. But she could care less.

She looked her gold small baalis that were her dadi's. She had given them to her even though they were precious to her. These reminded her of her precious dadi. This was the last and only thing she had of hers.

she wiped her tears with corner of her white dubbatta that rested on her head.

"Dadi....I miss you" she mumbled clutching on her baalis continueing to sob harder.

A throat cleared behind her broke her from the trance. She didn't turn around , her head stayed down.
"Crying is not the best option you know?" The same deep voice said.

This made her jerk her head up as she moved her eyes to look at the figure behind her through the window adjacent to them.

"I mean...she is probably in a better place so it's better to pray for her rather then crying helplessly in sorrow. These tears won't bring her back." He continued shrugging his shoulders slightly, she saw his reflection on the window.

This fortunately had her agreeing to him.
She looked at his figure moving closer and handing her a handkerchief. She slowly took the handkerchief wiping her eyes with it unconsciously.

"Don't worry mein aap ko saaf krke dedungi." She mumbled as her hand stopped when she realised it wasn't hers.

(I'll give it back after washing it)

The male just smiled. "No need. They're too precious to be washed." He whispered slowly, his voice calming her down.

The silence was cut off by a loud voice. "Larki kahan ho tum jaldi aao!".

(Where are you?!)

The voice made the girls jolt up and run inside completely forgetting about the handkerchief she took with her , leaving the precious baalis.

The male couldn't help but smile at the carelessness of the young girl. His hand fisted the baalis as he took a look at them.

The smile soon got erased when a realisation hit him. He looked back from where she left.

Letting out an exhale he made his way back to the area where all the men were seated , not before glancing back at where the beauty ran.

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The dusk arrived as the mourners started to leave.

The girl arrived at her room and looked down at the handkerchief. The small smile covered her lips and her cheeks turned crimson. Clutching the small cloth she stimming her feet due to her heart beating fast and butterflies rushing her her stomach.

She had developed a crush..no... a love. And she knew him and he knew her.

She cleaned and dried the handkerchief keeping it safely in her drawer smiling at it.

She went to bed with a small plan and crimson cheeks completely forgetting her dear baalis that she held while crying.

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