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 Hassas are solely the hard work ofapurbaghosh123 )
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"Qubool hai."
"Qubool hai."
"Qubool hai."
The memory was as fresh as a new wound, burning her peace and thoughts whenever she closed her eyes to forget it all.
"Mayza, neeche aa jao. Kuch baat karni hai."
A knock on the door made her close her eyes and take in a deep breath. Looking into the mirror, she found her eyes staring at a blank porcelain doll- or she was told she was. Easy to break, to mend, to be forgotten.
"Aayi mama!"
She replied to her mother, forcing a smile on her face. Gazing at her lips that seemed to be stretched forcefully into an emotion of happiness when all she felt was sorrow, Mayza gave a gentle pat to her cheeks, allowing herself another few minutes to collect her thoughts.
Not wanting to be left alone with the condescending feelings within her, Mayza was quick to give her attire a check and walk out of the room. The Bukhari mansion felt eerily quiet, unlike the times when there was no place for silence in the house.
A small smile- a genuine smile pulled on her lips when she remembered the past shenanigans of Zuhayr and Sabir, her cousins- the same shenanigans she once used to be a part of.
Shaking her head to reduce the heavy weight that had suddenly been put on her heart, Mayza rubbed her chest a little when it felt hard to breathe.
There were hushed sounds coming from the living room, sounds that clearly looked like someone was arguing. Frowning in concern, Mayza increased the pace of her steps and found herself in front of her family that shushed down once she came in view.
"Kuch hua hai?"
She couldn't help but ask when each of them wore a different expression of conflict. Her taya abbu, Abeer, shared a glance with her father, Amir, who looked ready to lose his temper any moment now. Her mother, Ibtizam, whispered a few things in her father's ears and it worked like a charm when Mayza saw her father relaxing just by a little.
"Nahi, kuch khas nahi. Aao na, yaha baitho."
Her tayi ammi, Falak, smiled widely at her and motioned for her to take a seat beside her. Her eyes looked around for her cousins but found none.
"Baki sab kaha hai?"
Daiba, her chachi, rolled her eyes at the question but nonetheless, the fond smile on her face clearly said enough.
