TereBin

Rebellion

Islamabad was the break Meerab had needed. The house was smaller, more modern, and had fewer servants. More importantly, there was no Maa Begum or Maria to continuously follow her around.

She did miss Maria's company, though, Meerab thought as she looked outside. The Islamabad sky was cloudy, threatening rain any second. It was so different from Hyderabad's hot, sunny weather that Meerab just wanted to run outside. Unfortunately, she was still not allowed to step outside the house without Murtasim.

She sighed and went back to watching the Tv. She had nothing to do, The servants here didn't know about Maa Begums order that Meerab cook, and Murtasim wasn't around to check who was making the food. Meerab suspected he didn't really care either way.

Murtasim had been coming home really late since they had reached here and Meerab suspected that today would be no different. She looked outside again, the clouds had darkened and the wind was faster, she looked around there were no servants in sight.

Hesitantly Meerab opened the front door and took a step out. She paused for a second terrified that Murtasim would somehow show up. 'Just a few mins', she said walking into the lawn.

The wind blew through her hair as Meerab took off her shoes and walked around. Oh, how she had missed this, she had never thought a day would come when she would miss the grass. She decided to lie down on the grass for a few mins.... and woke up to loud thunder roaring and pouring rain. She jumped up as lightning flashed and ran towards the house.

Meerab opened the door but the knob would not turn, with a growing sense of horror she turned to look at the drive way. Murtasims car was parked there. 'yay main nay kya kardiya'.

'Murtasim Murtasim, please darwazo kholo please', she yelled. Unless he was standing on the other side of the door, he would never hear her in the thunder.

Meerab kept standing at the door knocking, hoping he would let her in soon. It was getting colder and colder, her clothes had been completely soaked through. He couldn't really leave her out here, could he? Meerab wondered.

The storm seemed to be picking up pace and Meerab had begun to shake from the cold. She knocked at the door again, 'please mujhay andar anay do , mujh say galti hogayi , I am really, really sorry Murtasim'

She sat down by the door, praying it would open to her. Meerab closed her eyes and tried to ignore the thunder and lightning. She heard a loud crash and jumped to see one of the lawn chairs had gone flying in the wind. The chowkidars were now collecting the furniture and putting it in the shed. Even the furniture had a place to go but Meerab didn't.

'Please,please darwaza kholo', the irony was not lost on Meerab. Once she had sat and begged outside her parents' door then he had been her only support, today he had locked her out.

Meerab was leaning against the door so when it opened suddenly she fell inside. She looked up to see Murtasim.

'I'm so sorry Murtasim, mujh say Galti hogayi. Please mujhay maaf kardain.' , she scrambled to stand up still shivering from the cold.

'Andar ao guards Dekh rahain hain.'

Meerab stared at him in shock, had he only let her in because of the chowkidars? Would he left her alone outside in the storm otherwise?'

No she refused to believe it, he had said he loved her. He had taken her side all those times. He had come rescued her when she had gotten lost in the village. How could the man who once said it hurt to see her cry, leave her out in a thunderstorm?

She stared at him in shock, ' Meerab', he pulled her in and shut the door. She didn't move, a puddle of water had formed around her.

'I told you not to go outside, but the second Maria isn't around you go behind by back.'