Meri Meerab *Discontinued*

34 - Haq

They were both stood in his office, in the centre- just below the unlit chandalier. The windows were open and his desk was a mess, as usual.

Her face was squeeky clean and it had the slightest tinge of gray from the quickly removed facemask. She was wearing a light pink cotton outfit, simple and disposable- as it was likey to get stained admist their long list of beauty treatements. There were some splotches of the grey and some specs of nailpolish that she had tested and smudged- but she looked very sweet to him regardless.

She thought he had called her here to discuss his real refrence in mehndi or hairstyle. Instead he asked, 'Haq mehr mein kya louge?'

Haq mehr. Their nikkah was soon approaching and she hadent even thought about the actual contract aspect- they all all been caught up in the decorations and beauty prep.

She didnt want anything, but him asking like this was very sweet had made her giddy. 'Mr Khan, you have already provided my haq.' She wondered how long it would take to get tired of reffering to him like that- as her Mr.

She was reffering to the business deal that had ensured half of the mahal had been signed over to her- the same half that aught to have belonged to her mother.

'Woh tumhara virasat tha.' He tried to down play it. 'Kuch aur maango Mrs Khan.' He would never get tired of calling her his Mrs.

At this point in time, Meerab had come to accept that fact that gift giving was his love language so she tested the waters, she lifted and eyebrow and asked. 'Kya dougay?'

'Jou tum chahtey hou- daydounga. Aazma kar tou dekho.' He had a sparkle in his eye. He couldnt wait- he was ready to give her everything. Nothing bought him as much joy as this anticipation.

She looked forward to a life time of receiving his love- that was enough. To finally have him.

She contemplated for a moment at his suggestion and something did come to mind. 'Jab hum rukhay thay uss goan mein, gaari fix karaney kay leeya...' she paused, unuse how to phrase the request

He was impatient. 'Goan mein kya?'

'Wahan aik bakri thi.'

There was a pause as he processed her words. He eyebrows knotted slightly in confusion. 'Woh barki chahiye?' Ok- He nodded- hes sure hed be able to track down his steps and find it.

She shook her head and giggled at his love-stricken state. 'Not necessarily that one. Koy bhe bakri chal jayge.'

'Bas aik bakri?' Was she unaware of his animal holdings?

'Haan...aur kya. Mere paas har chahne wali cheez hai. Dunya mein aur hai he kya maangne kay leeya?' She said so contently.

Money. Diamonds. Jewllery. Money Property. A world tour holiday. Business. Money? She wasent thinking big enough. He could buy there the entire farm if she asked.

The indea manifest itself in his mind....A baby goat....in his garden. It was sweet. But he knew Meerab wouldnt let a baby goat be tied down in their town house garden- it was large but no open field.

As if shes ever she would ever let him seperate a baby goat from its mother.

But then another idea came to his mind. An idea of how to kill 2 birds with 1 stone. He had enough of Safdar and after than proposal- he wanted to dispose of him. The man was willing to use Meerab as a pawn to get back house. Safdar had tried to outsmart him by asking for meerabs hand- to esentially to undo Murtasims deal. He was acting in bad faith and was not a man worthy of doing business with.

Thats when he had made up his mind. He was going to buy Safdars share of the mahal and gift it to Meerab.

It would turn out to be chepaer than his origional deal of buying the whole thing outright. Then it would be Meerabs decision for the wedding venue or a home or hotel or whatever the hell she wanted. It would be hers and hers alone.