PROTECTOR OF KHAN- AU Tere Bin universe where Murtasim is Meerab's bodyguard.
The Khan family established its reign over Hyderabad as land owners, whilst keeping an iron grip on their rivals to maintain political control. Anwar Khan is the embodimen...
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''Murtasim, baith jao yaar. I've already ordered them to look into Amar,'' Rayyan said in what felt like a whine, letting go of the widow ledge and walking around the sleek desk. His hands skimmed it on a route to his own seat in Murtasim's home office. It was spacious and modern, completely juxtaposing the rest of the architecture that hummed of culture. (Murtasim, sit down.)
Murtasim's mind inflamed simply at the idea of the man that had tried to get close to Meerab, that had sat right before him in the flashy restaurant as he uttered filth past her ear. His fingers clenched into a rock like fist, coming to his forehead before slowly lowering.
Watching the turmoil within his friend's mind, Rayyan leaned forward in a bid console his protective streak. ''Khud to kehte ho ke Meerab ki jaan khatre mein hai. And you have the power to stop it, so relax.'' His wrist that lay upon the glass table donned an illuminated apple watch, the black strap contrasting with the simple kurta that hung loosely from his athletic frame. He had jet black tousled hair, a couple stay pieces grazed his forehead too. It far cry from their disciplined military days, now matured and refined, harnessing power in their own weathered hands. (You said yourself that Meerab's life is in danger.)
Murtasim restrained from rolling his eyes at the guy that acted too lax, as if it was simple. There was no hesitancy to use his software to investigate the issues leading to someone putting a target on his fiancé's back. The hinderance is that he wanted the work to be handled discretely when it pertained to Meerab, wary of anything that could implicate her.
''It's not Amar directly. Koy uske peeche padha hua hai. He always seemed on edge. That's why he didn't hesitate before hiding,'' Murtasim mumbled himself, trying to configure the enigma that wound him back into Meerab's life, placing him right back besides her in a cruel yet wondrous act of fate. ''A couple punches is nothing, nor is Anwar that scary.'' The whole bunch of them were weak threats. Meaning that Amar ran from something more substantial than a couple punches, enough for him to leave his home. (There someone pestering Amar.)
Meerab had winter break holidays, meaning that time was spent apart whilst she luxuriated at home. Much of which, Murtasim used to heal whilst conscious to hide the wounds from his father.
The idea that his fiance was still a possible target didn't let Murtasim rest, feeling like he had a deadly red laser aimed directly at his heart, ready to detonate at any moment. ''The Sultans are a large public entity. Their private records won't be too hard to find,'' Murtasim informed, hand running over the rough of the handsome stubble that lined this sharp jaw. ''Kitni der lagegi?'' He had taken a backseat in the business for a while, handing over reigns to new board of directors whilst he managed more important affairs, like his nawazbaadi. (How long will it take?)
''They've already started the web scraping. Jaldi ho jayega.'' Rayyan leaned back in his seat, almost enjoying how quiet the town was compared the city office; they were poles apart. (It won't take long.)
