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Chapter 17 Part 2(Mujhe tumhari yaad aarahi thi)

In the evening Mahjabeen had to return to the haveli with Maryam, because Murtasim had to deal with the panchayat.  Turns out Malik Zubair wasn't the murderer, and that's what caused the uproar. Because everybody had suspected him all along, and knew Khan would bring justice. Now that Malik's name was cleared they were unsure about the entire incident, it was framed in a way that all fingers would point towards Khan's rival. The actual killer had planned things extremely well, the reports from the police came back and the entire village had to be interrogated.

Murtasim was restless, he wanted the culprit to be arrested as soon as possible. Since the killer was on a loose, he had to send back Mahjabeen and Maryam back to the mansion for their safety.

"Safe nahi hai toh aap kyun ruk rahey? Aap bhi chalyena", Mahjabeen pleaded not wanting to leave him alone, but he shook his head trying to explain her the situation but it was getting worse Mahjabeen didn't wanted to listen.

"Mahjabeen bhai wapas aajayenge parso tak", Maryam intervened as she held her hand.

"Humare jaane ke baad agar qatil ne... Murtasim ko kuch kardiya toh", she asked softly, she had seen the chaos that took place in the panchayat. And it scared her, what if this was all a scheme to lure Murtasim into a trap? She had seen such things happen many times in movies, although Murtasim was a strong man he wasn't an actual hero, they could kill him.

"Mahjabeen, mujhe kuch nahi hoga. Meri baat suno, mai kal subha tak aajaunga. Ye mera tumse waada hai", he promised as he placed his hand on her cheek. Mahjabeen finally calmed down, and nodded.

"Waada rakhenge na aap?" His eyes, too, reflected a flicker of uncertainty, though his determination shone through. His hand caressed her cheek, his touch both gentle and resolute.

"Mai zaroor wapas aaunga, hum dono aik saath haveli mein honge. Tum aur Maryam dono ko kuch nahi hoga. Mai tumhari hifazat karunga," Murtasim assured her with a determined look in his eyes.

Mahjabeen looked into Murtasim's eyes and saw the sincerity in his words. She knew that he was a man of his word and trusted him with all her heart. She nodded again, her worry slowly dissipating.

"Han, aap waada rakhenge. Mai bharosa karti hu aap par," she replied softly, her voice filled with both concern and faith.

Murtasim smiled and embraced Mahjabelhen tightly, seeking to provide her with comfort and reassurance. Maryam stood beside them, holding onto her, offering her support as well.

As she reluctantly parted, a sense of lingering doubt hung in the air, her last gaze filled with unspoken fears. Murtasim couldn't help but smile as the car drove away, for the first time he felt a chilling sense of foreboding, as if destiny had already cast its shadow over their lives.

The night grew darker, engulfing the village in an eerie silence. Murtasim stood alone, his heart heavy with the weight of his promise. His mind echoed with Mahjabeen's words, her concern echoing through his every thought. He couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that their separation could unleash a chain of events that would forever alter their lives.

The moon hid behind a veil of clouds, casting a haunting glow upon the deserted streets. Murtasim clenched his fists, his determination fueling his resolve to face whatever lay ahead. He swore to himself that he would return unharmed, no matter the cost.

As the hours passed, a solitary figure emerged from the shadows. The actual killer, shrouded in darkness, watched Murtasim's every move. A wicked smile crept across their face, relishing in the anticipation of their malevolent plan. The trap was set, the pieces carefully arranged, and Murtasim was unknowingly stepping closer to his fate.

In the depths of the night, Mahjabeen lay restless in her bed, her heart gripped by a gnawing sense of dread. Her thoughts intertwined with Murtasim's safety, their destinies irrevocably entwined. She yearned for the dawn to break, to dispel the encroaching darkness and bring her beloved back to her side.

Meanwhile, Murtasim embarked on a treacherous path, determined to unravel the truth and bring the real culprit to justice. The night whispered secrets that danced with uncertainty, as if warning him of the dangers lurking in the shadows.

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky with hues of gold, Mahjabeen's heart fluttered with a glimmer of hope. She clung to the fading echoes of Murtasim's promise, seeking solace in the bond they shared.

Mahjabeen was jolted awake by Maa Begum's cries outside, she knew it was related to Murtasim but she had to make sure. Mahjabeen ran out of the room and found the entire family in a chaotic stage.

"Maryam Murtasim... theek haina?" she asked tentatively tears dropped from her eyes as Maryam told her that he was shot, and was currently fighting for his life in a hospital.

Mahjabeen's world crumbled around her as Maryam's words pierced her heart like shards of glass. The news of Murtasim being shot shattered the fragile hope she had held onto throughout the night. Tears streamed down her face, and her legs grew weak, threatening to give way beneath her.

She rushed to Maryam's side, grasping her tightly for support. "Kaise hua? Hum... hum kal hi toh miley they!" Mahjabeen stammered, her voice filled with anguish and desperation.

Maryam, too, was shaken by the turn of events, her eyes filled with tears. "Bhai ko goli lagi, qatil ne unhe peechhe se..." Her voice trailed off as her own grief consumed her.

Mahjabeen's mind swirled with a whirlwind of emotions—fear, anger, and an overwhelming sense of helplessness. Her beloved Murtasim, who had promised to return unharmed, now lay wounded, fighting for his life.

She gathered her strength and composed herself, determined to be by his side. "Kuch nahi hoga, hum wahan jaayenge aur Murtasim theek hojayenge," she said, her voice trembling but resolute.

Together, they hurriedly made their way to the hospital, their hearts heavy with worry. The sight of Murtasim lying unconscious on the hospital bed sent a fresh wave of pain through Mahjabeen's soul. She took his hand in hers, her touch gentle yet desperate, silently pleading for him to fight, to hold on.

"Mahjabeen, hum sab dua karenge. Murtasim bhai theek ho jayenge, woh haar maan ne waalon me se nahi hai," Maryam whispered, her voice filled with determination.

Mahjabeen nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Tum sahi keh rahi ho, Maryam. Aur unhoney waada kiya tha..." she replied, her voice laced with a mix of pain and unwavering faith.

As the days turned into nights and the battle for Murtasim's life raged on, Mahjabeen remained a constant presence by his side. She held onto hope like a lifeline, praying for his recovery with every ounce of her being.

It was a long and arduous journey, but gradually, Murtasim's condition began to improve. The bullet wounds healed, and he regained consciousness, his eyes searching for Mahjabeen amidst the blurry haze.

When their gazes finally met, a flood of relief washed over them both. Despite the immense pain and physical limitations, Murtasim's eyes became the window to his emotions, conveying the depth of his feelings to Mahjabeen. As he gazed into her eyes, his own reflected a mixture of love, gratitude, and determination. In the depths of his eyes, she could also glimpse a flicker of vulnerability, a vulnerability born from the pain he endured and the uncertain road that lay ahead. Yet, it was counterbalanced by a resolute determination, as if he was silently assuring her that he would overcome the odds and return to her side.

Murtasim's eyes, though weakened and burdened, spoke of a love that transcended physical barriers. They conveyed his unwavering commitment to their relationship and his silent promise to fight for their future together. Mahjabeen's tears of sorrow transformed into tears of joy, and Murtasim's weak smile radiated with a renewed sense of love and gratitude.

As they embraced, Mahjabeen whispered softly, "Aapne apna waada rakha..."

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This chapter has a part 3.