Meri Meerab *Discontinued*

53 - Rufaqaa

They had arrived here before Baktus vehicle so it was just the two of them at the mahal.

They parked infront of the main gates, next to the fountain. It was flowing with water, and rose pettals floated upon its ripples that perfumed the air- unlike how it had been couple months back when they had come for Murtasim's business meeting.

There was no chaufer to park the vehicle for them under the garaged area- so they left the vehicle out front.

Murtasim came around to his wife's side of the car to open the door from her and he offered his hand. She placed her hand into his and came to stand face to face. Her pinkish dress made her look like a dream, and she had some soft curls framing her face. 'Challay?'

He nodded. He had some suitcases in the back but chose not to fuss with them right now.

They climbed the few steps hand in hand untill they reached the shut double doors.

There was a giant red bow tied into the front door's handle. The guard had been informed earlier that they were coming so had done some preperations and ordered the workmen to halt- so that they could roam in privacy.

Meerab assumed he would open the door so she waited.

Murtasim reached into his blazer pocket and took out a vintage-looking bronze key. It was oversized, and it had a red ribbon dangling from the edge.

'Yeh kya?'

'Yeh tumhara haq mehr.' He stated as he placed her kepninto her palm.

Her heart bloomed in joy and she clamped her hand shut around it. 'Thank you Mr Khan.'

'You're most welcome Mrs Khan.' He replied amorously as he pecked her cheek.

She placed fiddled with the key in the lock, and his hand came to rest on the small of her back as they focused on the grand twist of the handle and the door unlocked to invite them in.

She pushed the door open and he clapped for her. He had never felt so accomplished in his life before.

But before she could step in, Meerab felt her husband's arms come behind her knees and back and she shrieked, 'Murtasim!', as her the sole of her shoes left the ground. 'Kya kar kya rahee hou?'

He was holding her bridal style, as he walked into the grand foyer. Her dress hanging regally from her. 'Nay ghar ke rasm.'

'Pagal ho gay ho?'

'Nahi, sirf ishq ka nasha chara hua hai.'

She couldnt surpress the giggles at his action. It was just a couple steps till he gently out her down and they heard the clink of her heels on the marble farsh.

Then they wandered in, hand in hand, taking in the sight of the renovated building.

Just as Murtasim had been informed, the main part of the mahal was almost ready. The internal walls had been painted a fresh off white, the cobwebs had been dusted and the the plumbing had been sorted.

The mahal wasen't the vision that Meerab had imaged but she supposed it would take a couple years to fix the orangery, pool and external guest wing. It was funtioning and usable.

They knew that the main portion had more than enough room for the wedding function. Which was fine as they chose to opt for a smaller function for the baraat day. They wouldn't be hosting any guests besides their own family.

She felt the tears brimming at the thought this was all hers. She turned then and kissed him passionately in the middle of the foyer - who knew when they would get time to be alone together till their wedding. His hand came behind her head to tilt her head up to him as he deepend the kiss.