Tere Bin

Tabiyat

Meerab felt a pain shoot up her back and she groaned as her right hand moved to the warm body and her fingers dug into the fabric. 

Murtasim gasped awake as he felt a hand scrunch his kameez very close to his v-line. His hand instinctively held onto the wrist and he turned to an awake Meerab with a painful look on her face. 

'Meerab' He now sat up on the bed and put his hand lightly on her arm after putting her hand to the side of her body. 

She opened her eyes and scanned Murtasim and then the room, turning to a sitting position. 

'How are you feeling now?' Murtasim asked after a moment of silence where he thought Meerab would speak. 

Meerab turned to face him and a realisation hit her. He probably knows that she's on her period. Shit. Why did she have to faint? 

'Meerab?' He repeated in a softer voice.

'Hmm, ab teek ho' (im fine now). Meerab awkwardly tried to leave the situation but Murtasim interrupted. 

'Let me go get you something to eat and then you can have your medicine hm?' He waited staring at Meerab waiting for a response. 

'I don't feel like eating' she muttered. She had lost her appetite. 

'Khana toh pare gha' he said back in a 'I don't care' tone. (you have to eat)

'hm' Meerab replied as she remembered how her Dad used to sit beside her and did not talk to her until she ate her food. 

Murtasim left the room with Meerab who was still in her bridal dress and now sitting on the bed whilist scanning the room. The room was full of flowers on the head board and poles of the bed along with the mirror, couch, chairs.. everything. 

Stuck in her thoughts, Haya walked in still in her saree she wore for the event. She did look stunning, Meerab admitted. 

'Kaisi raat hai ye' Haya started as she turned her hand in a 'wow' gesture. (what a night!)

'Huh' Meerab asked confused.

'Jis raat Murtasim ka waqt aaya apna haq jetaane, tum toh bimaar ho gay' Haya laughed at Meerab's condition. (the day Murtasim could take his right, you fell ill)

'toh?' Meerab asked. (so)

'Toh kya Meerab?' Haya sat on the edge of the bed. (so what meerub)

'Tum kyu inti fikar kar rahi ho, woh toh meera shohar hai ab. Mera aur uska mamala hai' Meerab shrugged. (why you worrying? its own problem and he's my husband now)

'Mein tumhari jaga hoti na, mein useh batati bhi nahi, aakhir uska haq hai' Haya clarified with a smile on her face. Meerab gave her a confused look. (if it was me, I wouldn't even tell him, after all its his right)

'Tum meri jaghah kyu hoti?' Meerab asked confused.(why would you be in my place)

'Kyunke..' Haya's smiled was removed from her face. 'Woh mera hai, mein uski ho. Tum humare beech mein aa gay' Haya now serious. (because.. he's mine and im his. you came in between us)

Meerab just stared back, she didn't know what to say. 

'Chor doh usey, woh mera hai' Haya semi pleaded. (leave him, he's mine)

'Mein to ussey Chor nahi sakti, magar woh chor sakta hai. Jis din woh mujhe chori de goa, Murtasim tumhara ho gha. Mein Khud tumhare nikkah par ao ghi' Meerab reassured Haya. She didn't actually care if Murtasim had left her or not. She didn't care if Haya had married Murtasim or not but right now she was Murtasim's wife and she could not allow him to be disloyal. (I can't leave him, but he can. the day he leaves me is the day he's yours. I will be there for the Nikah)