FF: The Secret Desires (Tere Bin, Meerasim)

Part 14: The Unforeseen

"Haya, please stop crying" in his tired tone, Murtasim tried to console the girl, who had been uncontrollably sobbing over the phone.... "Bhaia please, believe me, bhai and I did not know anything about it. Please try to make her understand. We can't live with her hating us like this" Haya cried.... He didn't know where things were going ... how he should be handling.... He felt tired, pathetic, helpless, angry and out of place.... taking off his shoes and socks, he slipped his feet into the buckle strap slip on sandals

"Welcome to my boat, she hates me too" he did not know if it was the right time to be sarcastic as Murtasim massaged his eyes while resting his right elbow on the hand rest of the royal chair in the reading room outside his bedroom....

And he regretted it when the girl on the other line broke into another sob...."Haya! Man! Kya kar rahi hai tu yaar...Chup ho jaa, please" he ignored the formality when Haya stopped and continued with a single breath "Promise me Bhaia, you will talk to her and stay with her and hold her tight and love her and don't leave her alone and don't let her cry and don-"

"OK OK OK OK...now please Relax and go to sleep....it's too late... I will call you later" he insisted.... After getting confirmation from the other end, Murtasim hung up and decided to enter his room using the master key he always secured in the corner table drawer in the reading room....

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She watched the soundless lightning through the window and wondered how this was depicting her current mental state.... The inner turmoil was screeching but her lips were sealed... The childhood moments with her supposed family rushed through her memory like an anticipated flood of mockery and she closed her eyes, letting the fresh tears flow down her cheeks... All the love she received from everyone... Was it all out of sympathy till then? .... Where did she belong? ... who was her father?.... all she knew was her father was the dear friend of her father-in-law but why didn't he tell her that? ...was he also ashamed to claim her father as his friend? but then why would he care about his last words? ...she was getting a headache....

After closing the door behind him, he walked towards the bed to find Meerab sitting on her side of the bed, facing the window behind the loveseat.... it would be a wise decision to keep the door closed in case she bursted out again..... the room was dark and he did not bother to turn on the light .... let the darkness pass by itself.....the cool breeze from the window was refreshing and hoping it would help the tension in the air a bit lighter.... Meerab had her knees close to her chest as she placed her chin on the crossed arms resting on her knees... The window can only reflect the dark cloudy sky.... It seemed to give a warning of a storm.... She could not find herself reacting to his presence as Meerab continued to look out of the window .... Murtasim quietly sat on her left side...

Her face....it would be a shame to collate even the most magnificent beauty of the universe with the divine serenity that her face possessed...as if her face seduced the bright cloud to seize a glow out of the moon hidden behind it .... she was the empress of serene beauty....her eyes were lost in the blank space of the dark sky.... her soft round plump cheeks turned pink from the constant weeping... her lips were sealed to a curve of affinity.... The silky wavy hair rested around her back and shoulder creating a shield of warmth...

"Everything sucks!" Meerab softly shared without a blink.... "Well, I am glad you did not say 'everyone'.... that's a relief" Murtasim replied without taking his gaze away from her..... there was a moment of silence as he waited for her to respond to his statement, hoping for a disagreement but nothing followed, so he continued while turning his gaze to the cloudy sky, "I did not know anything about you .... I know you do not believe me now but you have to understand that there is no gain for me to lie about this..." he started to make his point..." To be honest, now that I think about it, it really does not matter to me.... all I am thankful for is that you were born, you are alive, and most importantly..... you are mine....." he looked back at her with a genuine smile, those molten eyes piercing through her soul and she shifted a bit, uneasy.... "only mine!" he emphasized with a whisper full of passion and promises...