Mehr-o-Mah (مہر و ماہ) -
The sun and the moon
A collection of short stories filled with love, spice, drama and a roller coaster of emotions and of course, a huge part of my imagination.
(The second generation of Ahd-e-Vafa)...
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Decisions taken in a fit of anger can lead to dangerous consequences but right now, Masar didn't care about that teaching at all. His hands weren't ready to stop the gut wrenching pain that they were showering on the man that lay at his feet groaning in pain. His eyes looked clouded, clouded with a fury that no one had ever seen before.
Ahzan stayed by his side, his hands clenching and unclenching, waiting for Masar to be done with the man, though he did give Jamshed a fair share of punches before handing on the task to Masar completely.
"M-Mustafa, ruko use! Mar dale ga woh mere bhai ko!"
Jamal begged the said man but Mustafa only gave him a blank look. Faeezah was a like daughter to him, and right now all he wanted to do was throw the whole family out of his sight and to impose a case of sexual harassment on the said man.
Well the latter would surely be completed without a doubt.
Abeer watched as Falak and the rest of the ladies of the house carried Faeezah back to her room.
Why was it that he always failed the people he cared for the most? Why was it that he always made a foolish mistake that hurt the people he loved beyond words? Why couldn't he be the perfect father?
His heart felt as though the bandages that Falak had applied over the years with her love and care were being ripped without mercy. The fear, the pain in his daughter's eyes was etched in his mind and no matter what he tried to tell, all the blame finally fell on his shoulders.
And for the first time, the burden felt more than what his soul could bear.
"Abbu, maine police ko call kar diya hai."
Ahzan voiced the words without any issues. The Sheikh family looked at him in disbelief while Mustafa and Abeer could only nod.
Mustafa looked at his son who wasn't ready to stop his assaults on the man and knowing that the police were on their way, he walked up to Masar and placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to pull him away from Jamshed who looked a second away from passing out.
"Masar, chod do ab use. Baki kaam police sambhal legi."
His words fell on deaf ears as Masar tried freeing himself from his father's hold and delivering more bruises on the man's body.
"Masar!"
Mustafa clenched his jaw and forcefully pulled the raging man away from Jamshed and Jamal was quick to attend to his elder brother's injuries.
