Their Last Season

The morning breeze kissed my face and I smiled.

I felt an arm wrapping around my shoulder pulling me into a side hug.

I leaned into the touch knowing it's my dear husband.

I felt his gaze on me, I looked up and i again got mesmerized by his blue orbs the one fell for.

He winked, I came out of my adoring session.

Flustered I huffed, he smiled.

We heard a knock, I separated myself from the hug.

He opened the door, my lovely sister in law greeted us with her charming smile.

Devrani ji, sorry to disturb your romance but it's a time for your muh dikhai. She said with a teasing smirk.

I blushed and he laughed shaking his head.

I went out with my sister in law who is his elder brother's wife.

We reached courtyard, my face was covered with veil.

Many women greeted me,

But my eyes caught one face,

I didn't know her but her eyes, gloomy, singing song of melancholy.

She came towards me, uplifted my veil and the moment she saw me her eyes were overwhelmed, she leaned towards my face and kissed my forehead and she saw me as if memorizing my each feature in her brain.

The kiss spoke something as if she was searching someone else within me.

She gave me envelope and went away but I was stuck, my eyes followed her.

The ceremony continued, I was physically their but mentally I was stuck her face her eyes and my overwhelming emotions.

Later, in room I thought may be she was of my mother's age that's why I got worried after seeing her agony but still...this "but"was their echoing in my heart.

I shrugged my shoulder.

And i turned around my gaze went to the mirror and I saw my reflection the girl was same but her face was glowing.

May be the glow of getting right partner.

I heard a knock on the door, followed by creasing sound of door's opening and environment filling with my favourite smell.

"You haven't slept?" asked Hamza looking at the wall clock.

"I was waiting for you" I shrugged.

He smiled.

We retired to bed and I closed my eyes to see new rays of sunrise.

Definitely a new rays....

I was doing my touch up when I heard knock, and by the style of knocking I knew it's not Hamza.

So I grabbed my Hijab first then opened the door.

There was Amina aunty the head made of the house with a tray of breakfast for me.

I smiled and gave her way to Enter.

While she was keeping the breakfast on the table her daughter called her from the threshold of my room.

The girl was dressed in salwar suit with a braid,

"Come" I called her.

She nodded and entered.

"She must be your daughter aunty, because she just look like your younger version",I said with a smile.

"Yes, Choti bahu"Aunty replied.

I made a face,

"What is this choti Bahu tittle Aunty call me Sumayyah or Sumi." I have repeated this sentence for almost nth time to her.

But she shook her head with smile.

"Are you Hamza bhaiya's wife?"

I heard the little girl asking me.

"Yes" I said with a smile.

"I am Shanaya and Hamza bhaiya is my favourite in this haveli he always bring chocolate for me from the city."

She exclaimed happily.

I smiled.

Then her question caught my attention,

"How do you guys got married?" She asked.

"Shanaya" I heard aunty calling her in a warning tone.

Ahh...the same time my mother uses when I have a crossed a line according to her.

Mothers when it comes to warning.

Terrifying...

I glanced towards aunty and shook my head.

Aunty left.

"Ok Shanaya I will tell you the marriage story of your favourite brother?" I warmly said.

"Hamza and I got married in an arrange marriage set up.

My uncle was the one who fixed our marriage."

I told her.

"Do you love my Bhaiya?, He is very cute you should love him Bhabhi." She said with outmost seriousness.

I was amused by her protectiveness towards Hamza.

" Being with him if feels like I have always in love with this man."

My mind whispered.

I nodded , she looked satisfied.

"It has been 30 days since we got married in our city." I told her.

Later on she asked some questions.

I answered her.

Then she was about to ask another question when aunty called her from the corridor.

She hurriedly got up gave me a quick hug which surprised me.

She was about to leave I don't know what comes to me,

"How old are you?"I asked her.

She turned back and 16 years with a grin.

I smiled too young and too enthusiastic.

She was a chatter box.

But I loved it.

This home is his ancestral home in the outskirts of fatehpur.

Where we have come for formal introduction of us as couple.

I ate the breakfast.

At night it was 11,

Hamza hasn't come yet.

I was waiting for him.

The creek of door was heard and I turned to look at my peace but my eyes caught a disveled Hamza.

He was in pain.

His face was telling me.

I hurriedly went near him.

And hugged him.

He relaxed in my touch.

And I felt wetness on my shoulder.

It was shocking.

What has happened?

But it wasn't a time to ask.

It was a time to provide comfort.

After five minutes,

He calm down, we were sitting on the bed.

"What happed Hamza?" I asked warmly.

He looked at me with pure sorrow and I knew I will not like what he is going to say.

His lips moved, to say form sentence,

But my world was stilled .

I felt as if someone just plucked out the bud of the exotic flower.

"Shanaya committed suicide."