Mrs Pathan (On hold)

4|Omer

"Ya Rouhi" you stole my heart at our first glance - Ammar .

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Deep blue water , Saqr was lost in the beautiful display of fishes and ducks in the artificial lake of the garden. That reflection in the clear water was not his, his soul wasn't pure anymore. His reflection should'nt be so crystal clear after what he has done.

After that tradegy with his twin he sometimes would seculde himself in the loneliness of their solitary place in the big haveli. Ammar was his soul and vice versa. They were identical in many ways from looks to character to personality. Their lives were in so much sync with eachother that he knew that Ammar would be the one to ask for Elam's hand in marriage after their first meeting. Many a times they would walk into room full of people and Ammar would only search for that one face in the crowd.

"That little face with beautiful dove eyes". He use to praise her everyday , every moment.

He clearly remembered how peaceful Ammar looked at his nikkah. I use to tease him about the wars he would have fight for a moment's peace after his wedding and he use to boost about that war being won without any shead of blood. That he won his princess without any bloodshed.

"Look at that beautiful duckling, how beautiful is his golden colour. I named him after your little one" I turned to baba seeing his grey head titled slightly examining my face.

Omer- Ammar's little boy. I grinned remembering his chubby cheeks and beautiful brown eyes always twinkling with laughter. Ammar would have loved him . If he was still here my little one would have sibling to play with.

A companions for lifetime - just like I had untill Him.

Shaking my head at the thought, I ran a hand through my unset hair. Glancing around the garden wondering how five years past by and now we all are here to face the elephant in the room.

A slight smirk came across Baba's face when he saw my expression. Nothing stood hidden from his experienced eyes. Silently signalling Elam he gave her his arm as he pushed her a little forward.

She was stunning. Always has been. She was covered in big black shawl only revealing her face . Her big eyes were decorated with khol giving the depth of her eyes a different meaning.

He waited untill his Baba disappeared from their sight. His pose was as alert as an Eagle.

She observed him as he looked down at her, his body was tensed , so rigid that for a moment she mistook him as a statue . Elam sucked in her breath , watching the hunting look in his eyes.

Saqr clicked his tongue and hoisted an eyebrow as another frown marred her face. "Ya Rouhi" (my soul) the winds whispered like a memory.

"It was in these beautiful eyes, he use to drown, ya Rouhi" her breath hitched at the taunting and stepped back , her eyes tearing with big fat drops. Seeing her reaction he knew his brother's wounds were still fresh and kept unhealed.

The wounds will heal, but the scars will always remain.

My elders had warned me about this. I knew I was intimidating to her because of my resemblance to her late husband.

"Papa"

Inhaling sharply I glanced at Elam, whose eyes now sparkling with happiness. A happiness I haven't seen since I saw her with baba today.

"You are five years late" I wanted to screem at her but refrained seeing my little boy.

Omer called out as he walked through the garden gates. My five year old had separation anxiety and he was too attached with me , so bad that I had to spent my entire morning with him and now here he was seeking me again. He insisted now as a grown boy he has to dressed himself from this morning onwards - his brown hairs brushed aside with his leather jacket.

"Papa" a low groan reached my ears followed by a thud and a small cry making us move towards him. Omer was sitting on the grass, holding on to his knees and large tears flowing down from his eyes.

Like mother , like son.

Elam took him from my lap seeing his lips quivering as he cried silently . Omer should have recognised her from the album I use to show him every night.

"Omer, jaan are you ok? Here let me help you" she spook softly to her boy. Still crying he wrapped his hands around her waist . Shocked we both were slightly taken aback seeing him so comfortable around her.

Then again she was his mother so his natural instinct would always remember her.

Scooping the little boy up in her arms, she walked away , without making any eye contact. An unknown feeling gripped my heart. Was she walking away from our marriage ? Will she separate me from my boy?

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