Filmon ki Tarah| Completed ✔️

Chapter 2. (Murtasim)| مرتاسم

"Unse milkar pata chala muskarana kisse kehte"

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As soon as he walked into the room, heads turned. He had the kind of presence that commanded attention - tall, broad-shouldered, with a rugged, masculine look that made people feel safe and protected. But there was something else about him, too - something that set him apart from other men with similar appearances.

He had warmth in his eyes, as he watched over his people. Listened to their problems with patience and compassion, and went out of his way to help them. His presence demanded respect but for his sister and mother he could fall on his knees if it ever came to that. The man on the surface seemed to be happy but the truth was he hadn't smiled since a long time. Today a silly girl's words had made him not only crack a smile but full on laugh.

Maa Begum and Anwar were talking to her, he could hear them shouting but her voice wasn't heard. He grabbed his shawl and went to the hall, he found his mother sitting on the sofa and Mahjabeen holding her doll. She was nervous from the looks as this wasn't her home, they were practically strangers to her.

Murtasim glanced at Anwar Chacha who was silent throughout the over deal while Ma Begum screamed at her as she repeated her answer again and again.

"Mujhe Rohail se shaadi karni hai (I wanna marry Rohail)", she insisted pleading with her eyes.

"Itni behayai, Waqas ne tumhe bilkul bhi tameez nhi sikhayi hai (Shameless girl. Waqas taught you nothing)", Maa Begum said as she angrily stood up from the sofa and giving her one last glance walked away.

"Aap toh meri baat suney Rohail mujhse bohot mohabbat karta hai (Atleast listen to me, Rohail loves me a lot)", she begged Anwar who shook his head.

"Beta aapko itni jaldi shaadi kyun karni hai (Beta why do you want to get married so early?)", He asked her, Mahjabeen shook her head not wanting to confess the reason.

"Mai nhi bata sakti (I can't tell)", She replied and Anwar then gave her the final answer.

"Fir beta hum aapki shaadi nhi karwa sakte (Then we can't get you married)", giving her a final look Anwar walked away like Maa Begum.

She stood there holding on to her doll her eyes glistening with tears, he felt bad for her. He knew what she was going through or atleast the gist of it, he knew what it felt like forsaking one's dreams and aspirations all for family. He had stood in her spot years ago, a camera in his hand as his father handed him the pag. The weight of the pag crushed all his dreams and the camera rusted away like a trash in his cupboard.

"Mahjabeen kya tum usse mohabbat karti ho? (Mahjabeen do you love him?)" He asked her, she was startled then blinked.

"Nahi woh karta hai mujhse (No but he loves me)", She answered the question, Murtasim frowned at that. If she didn't love that guy then why was she going to such lengths?

"Tum sachme bewakuf ho (Foolish girl)", He commented, maybe the guy had manipulated her.

"Aap aise bolrhey jaise aap badey aalim fazil ho, teen ka pahada bhi aata kya aapko? (As if you are a scholar, can you even recite the multiplication table?)" She threw back pointing her hand at him, he gawked at her confused and asked.

"Pahada? Pahada kaise beech mai aagya (Tables? Where did tables come from?)"

"Nhi aata na. Badey aaye mujhe Bewakuf bolne waley (See. You don't know, and were calling me a fool)", She replied while giggling at his expression, Mahjabeen sat down on Maa Begum's seat. Murtasim's eyes widened and he quickly pulled her up from the seat.

"Tum yaha nhi baith sakti (You can't sit there)", He said with a serious expression on his face.

"Kyun ye kursi gol gol ghumti kya? (Does this chair dance?)" She asked and quickly kneeled down crawling to find the wheels on the sofa. Murtasim turned away quickly covering his face with his hands, this was considered truly shameless in this place, but he reminded himself this girl was clueless.