He looked into my eyes , piercing through my soul his grey eyes were filled with thousands of emotions that I couldn't seem to put a finger on.
"What's your name"
he asked me with his dark rough voice sending chills down my spine . He slowly moved...
Today was the day that family would arrive to ask my hand for marriage, it was hard for me to sleep last night , Knowing if they said yes I would be a wife to someone I don't know , knowing Uzair's name would be taken away from my name
I Looked at myself in the mirror , I was wearing a white Anarkali frock
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I told my mother I wanted to look simple , The truth was I didn't wanted to look good , When Uzair was alive , I always wanted to feel good , Look good but since he died nothing feels good
I sighed and walked out of the room , I walked downstairs towards the kitchen , I began helping our Maid with food
*After an hour*
"Ayesha beta (child) come" spoke my mother , putting the tray of tea in front of them I sat on the sofa next to them
"Mashallah she's really beautiful" spoke aunt Maryam , while placing her hand on my head
"Indeed she is" spoke her husband , uncle Akbar
"Our son will be here any moment" spoke aunt Maryam
"How old are you dear" she asked
"I'm 23" I answered her while looking at down at my hands
The conversation kept going on , Mama and Bhai were talking to them
I missed Uzair , I still love him...It's hard to forget him
"Sorry mother I'm late" a familiar voice spoke , I know this voice ...It belongs to Uzair , I turned around and looked at him
Impossible ....There stood in front of me A look alike of Uzair , he looked just like uzair same blue eyes same black hair same height , I couldn't believe my eyes
"This is my son Zubair" spoke aunt Maryam , he came and sat beside her , It looked like Uzair was sitting in front of me , His eyes met mine , his light blue eyes held a disgusted look when they met my eyes , It was like he didn't liked my presence , Maybe it was me who was thinking like this
"Ayesha beta (child) go inside" spoke my mother , I nodded my head and got up
He looked just like Uzair , It was like Allah has made Uzair come to life and make him come in front of me
I went in my room and sat on my bed, Glancing at the picture of Uzair besides me I held it in my hands
I looked at my Uzair , His eyes full of love unlike Zubair's which were full of disgust , I leaned my head back and closed my eyes
*after an hour*
"Allah Hafiz Ayesha" spoke aunt Maryam while kissing my forehead
I smiled and spoke
"Allah Hafiz"
Settling in their cars , they went off
I looked at my mother
"Mama he looks just like Uzair" I spoke
"I know ayesha , That's why I didn't wanted you to reject this proposal" spoke my mother
Placing my scarf on the chair I laid on the bed and embraced the sleep
"Hey guys sorry it this chapter sucks thank you so much for reading & what do you guys think about zubair "
