Ahd-e-Wafa (عہدِ وفا) -
Promise of Loyalty
A collection of short stories that will take you on a wonderful ride of my imaginary world.
~𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐳𝐨𝐨- آرزو |
~𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡- دلکاش |
~𝐖𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐚-وابستہ |
~ 𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐲�...
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Sahar felt a wave of nostalgia as she sat in her old room. It still looked the same- untouched almost. All her belongings, the furniture remained where it had been left. However, not a speck of dust could be spotted in the room.
It had been cleaned everyday after her departure, in hopes that the one who resided in it would return someday.
Gingerly, she walked to the balcony. The doors made a soft creaking sound, opening with ease to showcase the familiar black railings which now had a few vines growing on them.
It was safe to say that she loved this small addition to her room.
The time spoke of early night, with the moon full and high, casting its glow under which Sahar stood, gazing at it with a soft smile.
This setting felt familiar. Far too familiar.
She had her dinner early, wanting to catch up on her sleep to feel her best for tomorrow's haldi ceremony. Though, sleep took its sweet time and here she was, looking at the now slightly overgrown garden.
A sigh left her lips as she stretched her arms, feeling her muscles relax at the action.
It was maybe a few minutes later that the silence she loved was breached by the whispering winds, carrying the message of someone's arrival.
Sahar blinked a few times, watching the figure of the man coming closer to the boundary wall. He stood at the spot where she could see him with ease.
A frown appeared on her face upon realising that he was smiling.
The audacity of the man to appear in front of her after the stunt he pulled was infuriating.
But that was the thing. Mustafa Abidi didn't just evoke gentleness in her. He also tested her patience to its limits.
Rolling her eyes, Sahar turned to leave only to stop when she felt a soft hum in the air. Her head tilted the slightest in confusion, trying to make sense of the melody that now filled the once silent air.
~Tauba tumhare yeh ishare~
Sahar scowled at the lyrics. She turned to face him. A glare was set on her face and it only heightened on seeing his smile turn into a full blown grin.
An absolutely shameless man!
~Hum toh deewane hai tumhare~
Mustafa sighed in a dreamy haze, watching his jaan plot his murder through her eyes.
Deewana? Uff, he was an ashiq parwana, a majnu deewana, a romeo purana, if it meant that she'd give him a chance to explain.
His jaan was hell bent on maintaining a naraaz distance from him and had also managed to torment him by not giving him a glance since she arrived.
