Orphic

Episode 5

Zoya's pov.

The three of us went to Ghazal's aunt's boutique the next day. She deals in Western gowns and dresses along with Desi dresses, aunt Yasmeen wasn't really happy with us borrowing her dresses but she asked us to sell those pictures to her so she could use them for her marketing and we did. So now basically we were hired by her to showcase her new collection and how exciting that is.

Since Ghazal was afraid to ride the bike with me and Hadiya we decided not to pressurize her and now she was bringing the equipment, the dresses and Shayla who was our makeup artist for today, in her car so that me and Hadi don't die on the road.

The wind swished past me making me close my eyes to savor the moment. The familiar feeling of heaviness came rushing back to me as I stepped into the haveli. The whispers started making me lose myself in them but I snapped out of them, I came here to work not to have yet another episode of Zoya's panic attacks.

"Do you plan on going crazy yet again?" Hadiya asked, seeing me lost in my thoughts. This place is haunted in some way. Not the paranormal type but as in it screams thousands of secrets but can't let the voice reach the ears of people.

"No Hadi jaan. I was just assessing where we're going to start from" I assured. Hadiya has been overly skeptical since that day, I feel blessed to have a friend like hers, her checking up on me ever so often.

"This place is sketchy" a voice startled the girls out of their thoughts. Ghazal stood wide eyed staring at the broken building. I had gotten it cleaned as much as I could but it still looked old and well.. scary in general.

"This can be our new hangout point" Shayla said staring at the place wide eyed, her jaw was basically touching the now shining tiled floor.

"You and zee have similar psychopathic taste" Hadiya scrunched her nose in distaste. Talk about being a girly girl.

"That's what I want. Now I can't find an abandoned castle but I guess this would do" I said, taking my equipment from her and then sending her to one of the nearest room to change. We couldn't afford to attract attention by bringing a van or anything so we'll just have to do it.

I set the tripod and laptop station near the fountain, that's the first spot I wanted to shoot at. It feels as though the vines would go away and the cream walls would come through. The fountain will pour out water as clear as crystal and the broken glass doors will mend themselves standing tall.

The overgrown garden will turn into a beautiful piece of heaven with butterflies flying around the colorful flowers.

"Gullon see aati hai Mehak aisi

Khabar shehar ko hojati hai aamad e bahar ki" my head snapped to the source of voice but I found no one. The voice of this male was dominating, strong and deep like that of a powerful man.

(The scent flows through the garden as such

That's the whole town gets the new of spring's arrival)

"Khushbu woh aisi ke man machal jaaye

Titlion ke dilon me rus ghul Jaye" I spoke. The poetry sounded familiar, but where have I heard it? No one in my family was into poetry.

(A scent that makes hearts yearn

Making the nectar warm the hearts of these butterflies)

My eyes ran over the broken interior, I could imagine this place looking extravagant back in its time. The intricate designing on each tile and floorboard was something rarely found in today's time. I took some empty shots of the place for editing purposes.