Meant to be yours- A meerasim FF(Tere Bin) Part 4 update 7/3 - Page 2

The angst level is heating up. Can’t wait for the crescendo

So beautifully written👏....i just love it ❤.....next part please....waiting eagerly

This is absolutely beautiful ❤️❤️

Love how you have written Meerab's thoughts. You can feel her pain and desperation. Pls do continue 😳

Originally posted by: Neha_S

Part 2

Murtasim

I couldn’t breathe. It was a horrifying feeling as I lay in the dark. The sudden incapacity to draw in a breath to calm my burning lungs made me panic and I sat up in the dark. I was panicking and I stopped.

I pressed my fingers on my temple and took a deep breath

He’s alright. They said he woke up. He’s alive.

Murtasim..

The name had recently become a chant in my mind. Ever since the accident, the nightmares had been every night. I woke up seeing him covered in blood. So much blood and all I want in that moment is that he is alright; he is alive even though I wasn’t even allowed to see him.

“ Murtasim” I whispered again “ Tum thik ho”

I felt tears drip through my eyes and sighed again. How did I get here?

The name Murtasim was frequent during my childhood. Ma and Baba dragged me to Hyderabad every summer and even though we spent almost all holidays together, Murtasim and I took pains to avoid each other. He was older, reserved and possibly everything I hated about the haveli.

He was golden child and Ma Begum expected the girls to bow down and serve him. The absolute entitlement that they displayed made me resent them even further.

A resentment I carried through my adult life; a resentment which slowly became hatred when he was put in charge of bringing me here and there and keeping me in line. A hatred which solidified when they told me I had to marry him. And he became the embodiment of everything that went wrong

Murtasim…

I didn’t want to marry him and when I voiced it, they took away everything: my identity, my parents and my dreams and the life I always knew.I couldn’t do anything at all. I who had stood up against wrongs all my life couldn’t do anything. A part of me wanted to run away and stay in a hostel but the sane part of me knew that they would never let me. If Meerab Waqas Ahmed studying law was bad, Meerab Anwar Khan living in hostel and studying law would be a sin. They would drag me back
So I chose to control what I could. I chose to marry him on my own terms. If I had to suffer, he did too. I wasn’t going to be the wife who would mold herself to him. He would have to deal with it.

I was ready to fight him at every turn, torment him as he would me. But I wasn’t prepared for his affection, his teasing and his beautiful eyes. I wasn’t prepared for the jolt that my heart felt when he smirked at me or the utter breathlessness I felt when he came near me. I was prepared for the Gaddi ke Janasheen Murtasim but I wasn’t prepared for my husband.

“ Murtasim…” I whispered again seeking comfort from each syllable of his name.

He was faking it. I told myself every day. He was faking his affection to make me fall for him, to make me the wife he wants to be… and so I resisted with every ounce of will I had in me. I resisted him and his love. I wasn’t going to his biwi. I will never be his…

And now every single night I woke up to his name. I calmed myself down chanting his name. I hope to see him once, just once and then i will leave.

But they won’t let me. I remembered Ma Begum’s warning when I had gone to visit him.

“ Tum meri bete de dur rahogi, samjhi? Anwar, Meerab Ko le jau. Aur main usse is hospital pass dekhna nahin chahti. Agar dekha toh mujhe bura koi nahin hoga.. “

“ Bas Salma bhabi. Meri beti koi sarak par pari nahin hain ke ap uska toheen pe toheen kiye ja rahiye. Chalo Meerab…”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me away. I stopped him

“ Lekin Murtasim..”

He stopped and his eyes filled with pity. I looked away, coloring pink.

“ Mujhe bas ek baar usse Milna hai- bas..” I mumbled trying to sound as casual as I could. But the desperation in my voice sounded pathetic to even me.

Murtasim, what have you done to me?

“ Chalo Meerab. Use hosh agaya toh woh tumhare pass aajayega..” he said firmly.

I left. Angry, confused, guilty.
I just wanted to meet him once- why couldn’t I ? I just wanted to see him, to hear him talk , call my name.. why wasn’t I allowed to?

Will he come to me when he can? When will that be? Why is this incessant need to see him driving me crazy? Is this love? This constant need and ache I feel…

Hes having the last laugh isn’t he?

Why isn’t he here?

Maybe he hates me now. Maybe finally I have driven him away..

My heart shattered at the thought.

Murtasim

Beautifully described Meerab's feelings...Amazing read..continue soon..waiting for the next part❤️

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Part 3

Bibiji

Murtasim hated hospitals- he always did. He hated the smell of antiseptic and the cloud of sickness that permeated in the corners. But he didn’t want to leave now. He didn’t want to go home and not see her in their room.

He didn’t want to walk in that room where her presence was so much more substantial. He didn’t want to give up on the hope that she was there waiting for him;that she was resting and hence couldn’t come see him and that she cared a little.

Sleep was a gone cause. The doctors hadn’t given him his dose of sleeping pills as they believed that his pain had decreased enough to be without it. They were wrong. He was still in anguish and it was of the worst kind. Usually he passed out on meds and at least for that limited time his mind and heart were at rest. Now even at night he was contemplating Meerab.

What did she want? Why did she take out those bullets?

Main nahin chahti thi ke tum ghusse main aake kissi koh mar do…

He had almost killed Zubair Malik. Would that have felt good? Oh yes.. but he was an emphatic man and he didn’t want to kill a man and hurt his family. But he had looked like a fool and then she had challenged him in the panchayat; questioned his authority. If his own wife couldn’t stand by his decisions how would anyone take him seriously?

He had been deranged with anger and then..

Murtasim gari dheere se chalon…

Murtasim

He had crashed them. He sighed. He wanted one glimpse of her, one time he wanted to see her. Didn’t she feel this need? Why didn’t she?

Kyun Khudaya.. Kyun mujhe itna bebaas bana diya hai.. agar usse kabhi koi farak hi nahin parna tha toh..

Meerab Kahan ho tum?

Suddenly there was a movement outside his door. He waited. He could see the door handle opening until it stopped. The big bulky nurse called Fatima who was the night duty nurse suddenly appeared on the small glass window on the door.

Murtasim leaned in to hear the conversation

“ No no not tonight..” she was saying “ He wasn’t asleep when I left”

Who was she talking to? Was it one Malik’s men? Was this revenge? Murtasim clenched his teeth. He really needs to set that family straight..

“ Please…”

His heart stopped. Meerab!!

“ No, no I will get fired…” the nurse protested.

He had heard enough. He reached out and pressed the bell. Fatima jumped at the sound and rushed to his room, switching the light on.

“Sir..”

“ Who is outside? “ Murtasim barked. Was he hallucinating. There was no way she was here. He knew that he was rather loud and she looked terrified at the question

“ Khan please…”

“ Did you not understand my question? “

Fatima slipped down on her knees. “ Khan mujhe maaf kar dijiye. Woh bibiji itna ro rahin thi, itni bebaas lag rahi thi je maine insaniyat Ki Khatir hi…”

He took a deep breath to steady himself

“ Main jaanti hoon ke bibiji Ko aane se mana kar diya tha lekin unhe bhi toh apne shohar se milne ka haq hai na? “

He didn’t know what she saw his eyes but it seemed to give her enough courage to stand up again.

“ Khan, woh sabse minaate karte rahi ke bas ek baar dekhna hai apko but kisine aane nahin diya. Phir bhi woh aati rahi and na umeed hokar lauti rahi. Mujhe kaha bas ek baar dekh lene dijiye aur main… Khan agar aap Ki complaint karenge toh mujhe nikal denge. Mere bacche…”

Murtasim blinked. He held up his hand to stop her. He was almost in tears and he didn’t want to shed them. Each word she said felt like a balm to his aching heart.

“ Bulaiye apni bibiji ko..”

One word BEAUTIFUL ❤️

LET THEM MEET SOON YAR 😭

Next part for sure. She is already right outside his hospital room

Originally posted by: Neha_S

Next part for sure. She is already right outside his hospital room

So excited do post soon if possible today please

Beautiful... Absolutely beautiful ❤️❤️

Love the anguish. God bless the nice nurse. Looking forward to their meeting in the next part😳

Waiting for the next! Loving it