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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(The translation for urdu dialogues can be found in the comments beside the text! All translation credits for chapters 1-6 of Bakht are solely the hard work of inkedwords0511)
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Paints, paints and paints.....
That was all Zaira Mir could see upon opening the door of her daughter's room. The whole place looked like it had been submerged into a sea of paints and each colour stood out in itself, making sure to prick her eyes and scream in silence that 'I'm there!'
"Zoya."
She controlled herself from yelling and gritted her teeth while calling her daughter's name. The one called out to gulped. She had taken refuge on the cold ground covered with a cashmere carpet and a brush rested in her hands that too was drenched in colours.
"How do you do... mama?"
Zoya chuckled sheepishly when Zaira Baksh groaned in dismay and shook her head at the insolent 22 year old who couldn't get a grip on her messy behaviour.
"Again?"
Zaira waved her hands across the mess Zoya had created and the latter could only shrug as if it were no big deal.
"Art is all about mess mama."
"Oh really? Then who'd be kind enough to clean this mess that you've created in the name of art?"
Zaira Mir herself was a renowned artist and seeing her daughter put all the blame for the mishmash in the room on her artistry would've been pretty amusing if she hadn't heard the same thing for more than a decade.
"You're about to get married, Zoya. A little sense of responsibility, would it hurt anyone?"
Zoya sighed to herself and gave a single nod to her mother. Her wedding was around the corner, roughly a week away. To take out her frustration, she used all the art forms she was interested in but in the end, all came out jumbled and not up to the mark, maybe because she was too busy dwelling about what her future held, especially since her to-be husband made no efforts to even know her.
"Zoya, you know we can delay the wedding if you want, don't you?"
Zaira sat beside her daughter on the floor and gently coaxed her. She knew the jitters though not as well as Zoya since she had a love marriage, unlike her daughter, who had agreed to an arranged alliance since she didn't have enough time to share her utmost love with any person outside her family and her art works.
