Tainting The Void Canvas

16. ●Moira●

//Mohabbat sabr ke alawa kuch nahi,
Maine harr ishq ko intezaar karte dekha hai.//

Brisk breezes are achingly soothing, they carry an ounce of memories in them. A dew of pain, a mist of grief. Delhi used to be home for both.

For one it's where he found peace, for one it's where she found a shelter after a torturous life, after being an abundant soul in a sea of unknown crowd, after losing a life.
Amidst the chaos of the city, she fought a battle on her own, perhaps she is a phoenix.

As she steps down out to the balcony, her heart misses a few beats, nervousness, one can assume. She gulps as her throat seems dry, hands frozen, one can accuse December cold.

Delhi and December have a history for Zain.

Not many Decembers ago, he was here, alone, missing a certain pair of hazel brown orbs. Time flies among these cold winds, today, he is here with those hazel brown orbs girl as his wife.
A sigh parted his lips, a smile hinders covering those, he is happy.

Delhi is peace for him, and when she agreed to came here along with him, he is terrified and happy.

Terrified because he knows this land had given her pain, grief that each air she breath here reminds her of, echoes of her each loss is still profound, somehow, somewhere.
But even after all those, she agreed to come here, she is taking steps forward, leaning a bit to his side, at least she is trying.
And for that, he is happy, proud to be exact.

This place holds memories too dear him, last memories of his Amma. What had it been? Two decades nearly, but still pain is here.

Pain stays somewhere, somehow.

He did get a family in Seher and Saira, a broken one. But no one can fill the void of a mother, no one. Maybe that's why this place has never been a home to him after his tenth summer.

Delhi was not home because his heart was not at peace, Dubai was as heart found its abode there.

The winds are swaying engulfing the trees too, birds humming their kind of anthems. And he looks at her, Serendipity.
She is a beauty to behold.

Amaya Kareem is a gem.

A voice rings his ears perhaps he can never agree to this more. She smiles, making him lose all his sanity again, pulling her close she reaches his nose, he takes her off the ground putting his head in neck, smelling her hair. Those smells unknowing familiar, still, he can never put them together in canvas.

"You smells so good"

"You are running out of excuses Zain Amir." She teased him, her favourite thing.

"I don't need one to be close to my wife, Amaya Kareem"

"As if you needed one when I was not your wife?"

"With you, I never needed one. I guess I just barged into your life, and you make peace with it."

"As if you left with any other option."

"I would never."

"You are my home, Zain."