Continuation from last episode where Meerub apologizes.
“Humesha….kuch aur”
Hearing the need in Murtasim’s voice, all Meerub could do was close her eyes. She walked near the window and took a deep breath. She was tired of fighting her feelings. There was an invisible pull that kept on pulling her towards Murtasim. Her haq, her husband.
Taking a deep breath again she said, “Tum sahi the, Murtasim. Mohabbat bata kar ni hoti, bas ho jaati. Jaise tumhe hui…………..aur jaise mujhe hui”. She could feel him coming closer, she gave a soft smile and continued, “Tumse. Meine kabhi nahi socha tha ki ek din aisa aayga jab mein tumse yeh kahungi ki mein tumse shadeed mohabbat karne lagi hoon. Kab, kahan, kaise mujhe nahi pata bas dheere dheere ho gayi. Kab tumhari aadat ho gayi mujhe pata hi nahi chala aur kab yeh aadat mohabbat mein tabdeel ho gayi, I don’t know. Itna zarur jaanti hoon ki meine bahut koshish ki apne aap ko rokne ki. Bahut koshish ki. Tumse ladhti rahi, tumhe blame karti rahi but sach toh yeh hai that har roz apne aapse ladh rahi thi ki tumhare kareeb na jao, tumse mohabbat na karun”
Meerub turned towards Murtasim and looked in his eyes, bearing her soul to him. For it was now or never. There was no going back.
“Pata hi nahi chala kab tumse mohabbat ho gayi. Shayad jab tumne sabke samne mere liye stand liya, ya jab mujhe mehfoos rakhne ke liye apni jaan daaon per lagayi ya phir shayad jab tum meri care kar rahe the, mera sapno ke baarien mein soch rahe the”, she walked closer and held his hand taking in the warmth and strength she needed. “Kitni ajeeb baat hai na, Murtasim, kabhi kabhi hum jinse itni umeede rakhte hai woh log har umeed tod dete hai aur jin logo se kuch umeed nahi rakhte woh sab kuch de dete hai. Mere apne dad ne mujhe meri ma ki death ke liye blame kara, aur mere ammi-abbu ne mera saath tab chora jab mujhe unki sabse zyada zarurat thi. Aur dusri taraf tum the. Itna sab hone ke baad bhi, tumne kabhi mera saath nahi chora. Meine tumhe itna kuch kaha, kabhi ek shohar ka haq nahi diya, har waqt ladh ti rahi….phir bhi. Kyun Murtasim?”
Meerub tried to remove her hand and move away, but Murtasim didn’t let her. “Because I love you. Tumne uss din mujhse pucha tha na ki kya mein tumse itni mohabbat karta hoon hi tumhare liye apni jaan bhi de sakhun. Toh tumhare liye mein kuch bhi kar sakhta hoon, Meerub. Puri duniya se ladh sakhta hoon, kisi ki jaan le sakhta hoon aur toh aur apni jaan bhi de bhi sakhta hoon”. He held her hand stronger than before and pulled her closer, “Bahut mohabbat karta hoon tumse, Meerub, aur humesha karunga. Yeh wada hai mera. Humesha mujhe apne sath khada paogi.”
Murtasim touched his forehead with hers and took a deep breath. Not believing his luck. His Meerub was finally confession her love. With teary eyes he looked at his wife, his love and thought, “Hai khudaya, agar yeh sapna hai toh kabhi mujhe iss khoobsurat sapne se matt uthana”.
Feeling overwhelmed with so many emotions, both of them stayed silent. Their heartbeats were in sync, creating a beautiful sound of love.
“Do you think you have achoice in loving someone? The answer will always be no. Your soul picks who youlove and your heart seals the deal. How little a choice we have over suchthings when your heart knows what it wants and your soul knows when it's real.”
- N.R. Hart
Never in her life did Meerub think, she will fall in love with Murtaism Khan. Her sweet, sweet Murtasim. For the world he was Khan Murtasim Khan, gaddi ka janasheen, but for her he was just Murtasim. Her husband. Husband, the word felt so different today, it wasn’t just a word anymore – it meant so much more, felt so much more.
For the first time in life Meerub wanted more. She wanted to feel Murtaism, his warmth, his love, his care. She wanted him, no, she needed him like never before. Keeping her head on his chest, she wrapped her arms around him. This is her safe haven. This is her home……Murtasim is her home. Not wanting to move, she pulled him closer. She wanted to stay here, in his arms. Only if time would stop and she could live in his arms forever.
“Where do we go from here, Meerub?”, whispered Murtasim. “What do you want?”.
You. Her heart said. The only thing she will ever need; the only person she will ever want.
“Pata nahi. Bas itna jaanti hoon ki tumare saath rehna chahti hoon, tumhare paas rehna chahti hoon. Tumhare sath zindagi guzarna chahti hoon….tumhare sath jeena chahti hoon, Murtasim”, her voice cracked. Feeling Murtasim caressing her back ever so gently, giving her his warmth, Meerub continued, “Tumse ladhna bhi chahti hoon, tumhe bahuuuuut sara tang karna chahti hoon, aur sabse important tumhe sudharna bhi chahti hoon”.
Unable to control himself, Murtasim gave in and laughed like never before and hugged her tight. Only his Meerub could say something like this. “Aur tumhara woh contract?”
“Bhaad mein gaya contract. Tumhe iss waqt uss stupid contract ki padhi hai, Murtaism?”, pushing him a little. “Aur waise toh bade smart bante ho ki Murtasim ka faisla aakhri faisla hota hai, toh tumne who contract abhi tak jalaya kyun nahi? Bolo? Ab chup kyun ho, Mr. Murtasim Khan?”
Not liking the missing warmth of his begum, Murtasim pulled her closer and kissed her. Kissed her with everything he had. Pouring his heart, his love, his everything in that kiss. “Isiliye. Dekhna chahta tha ki kab tak tum apne itne good looking and handsome shohar ko resist kar paati ho. Kaha tha na meine ki ek din ayga jab tum bhi mujhse mohabbat karogi. Ab tumhara shohar hai hi itna acha ki usse resist karna impossible hai”.
Before Meerub could call him batemeez and give him a piece of mind, Murtasim pulled her for another kiss. Kiss of love.
“One kiss could bind two souls in a second.”
- Deavita
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