OS: Ehd e Wafa

Hello everyone!

I visit this forum once in a while but I am not super active here. I love writing and have written some pieces before on Pakistani characters/couples. After Ehd e Wafa ended I had to write something just because I missed it so much.

This isn't long and isn't necessarily going anywhere. Just a snippet of what their lives might look like few years down the road :)

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Ehd e Wafa

The shifting winds of Murree moved the leaves of the evergreens, dancing in the mist that enveloped the whole city. Saad knelt down as his children came running towards him. Salar turned to look back mid run to smile at a little Sarah who was now out of breath but did not give up, just like her father.

Continuing to run while looking at Sarah, Salar bumped into a warm figure.

“Aah”

“Dekh ke!” Saad said, touching Salar’s head. He extended his hand in the direction of his 6 year old daughter and looked lovingly.

“Baba!!” she screamed out of excitement and ran towards him. Sarah crashed into his hard chest and Saad embraced both of his children in a warm hug. The feeling of fatherhood still made him feel fuzzy after all these years.

All three walked towards the seating area in the backyard hand in hand. Salar held his father’s in his, while Sarah's little fingers held on to Saad’s big one.

“Phir aaj ka kya plan hai” Saad asked the children as Dua walked in holding a tray of chai and pancakes.

“Baba soccer” Salar suggested “Nae, horse riding” Sarah rebelled.

Saad laughed at their opposing personalities looking at Dua, a beautiful mix of him and her.

Sarah had her doe-like eyes and her father’s bravery, while Salar had her intelligence and Saad’s bigheartedness.

“Phir kya decide kiya major” Dua chimed in taking a sip of her chai.

“Coin flip karlete hain” Saad suggested as the air filled with laughter.

Salar and Sarah exchanged death stares as the parents looked lovingly at their small but beautiful family.

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“Ramshaaa meri tie kahan hai” he called while fixing his hair.

She came with a tie in one hand and coffee in the other. Ramsha handed him the tie and standing beside the mirror took a sip of her coffee. She smiled at her husband and internally laughed at the child in him.

“Thank you, tum nahi hoti to mera kya hota” Shariq smiled at his wife and turned to look at himself in the mirror.

“Main nahi hoti to koi aur hota...lekin tumhe jhelna har kisi ke bas ki baat nahi hai” she replied.

Before he could say another word a five year old Jahangir came running through the doors.

“Papaaaa” squealed the little boy hugging his father.

Shariq hugged him back and ran his hand lovingly through his hair.

“Aap kahin jaa rahe ho?”

“Haan aik meeting hai, lekin mujhe apna promise yaad hai” he said kneeling down next to his son.

Jahangir broke into a big smile and gave Shariq a kiss on the cheek and ran away.

Ramsha gave him an appreciative smile.

“Tumhara nashta ready hai, karke jana please”

“Acha, aur tum apna khayal rakhna okay” Shariq instructed as he kissed her curly hair and bid her goodbye.

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She stepped out of the washroom and placed her georgette dupatta covering her head. Her jet black hair neatly tied in a braid fell gracefully on her teal kameez.

Masooma had just finished covering herself in that thin fabric when Shehryar walked in with two cups to chai in his hands.

“Chai” he said as he placed her cup on the nightstand and continued to gaze at her while drinking from his own.

There stood Shehryar in a crisp navy shalwar kameez, with light grey blazer.

“Bas karo ustani sahiba, aur kitna tayar hogi”

He joked as Masooma gave him a look before continuing to apply a peach colored lipstick.

“Kuch na bhi karo to khoobsurat lagogi” he smiled.

“Ziyada makhan na lagao”

At times her frankness surprised him, but he was secretly glad. From not talking at all to being comfortable in the silences, they had come a long way.

“Makhan to toast pe laga ke khaa bhi liya, ab tum chai pee lo warna thandi hojayegi”

Masooma smiled, remembering the old times when she used to find excuses to talk to him, chai at the top of the list. How times have changed, this man she once yearned to be with, was doing the exact same.

Life was surely unpredictable.

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“Raannniii mere joote kahan hai?”

He yelled going through his closet not being able to find a specific pair of brown leather shoes he had been searching for the past few minutes.

“Meri jaib mein” came her sarcastic reply as he walked into the room with a glass of water in her hands.

“Yeh kya mazaak hai, kahan hai mere joote? Main late ho raha hoon”

“To late honey se acha hai insaan na jaye” Rani joked looking through the corner of her eye, suppressing a laugh.

Before Shahzain could respond to that he heard innocent giggling from behind the door. He smiled and knew instantly what was cooking.

“Shahmeer mujhe pata hai tum wahan ho”

The 5 year old Shahmeer could hide no longer, as he came forward with his hands behind his back.

Shahzain’s eyes reflected the same mischief as the little Shahmeer, after all he got that from his father as Rani always said.

“Shahmeer ko school ke liye ready hona hai” Rani tried to save a lost battle.

Shahzain gave her a look and knelt down.

“Yeh kya chupa raho ho” not forgetting to pass looks to his wife every now and then.

“Kkkuch nahi Abba” he stuttered.

Shahzain laughed inwardly as he brought his son’s hands forward that held the same shoes he was looking for. Except it was just one shoe.

“Sare kiye karaye par paani pher diya” Rani mumbled to herself.

“Aur doosra? Jao le kar ao” he instructed as he got up. The little Shahmeer was relieved to be able to leave.

“Beta tumhara hai lekin main bhi iska baap hoon”

He lightly flicked her nose and walked outside the room leaving an annoyed but smiling Rani behind.

A few extra minutes with her husband was all she wanted.

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