When Rivals Collide (Tere Bin AU)

Chapter 1. Confrontation

The village elders and panchayat members of Badalpur had long adhered to an annual tradition—an opportunity to discuss and deliberate on matters impacting the villagers' welfare. However, three years ago, Malik Shah Nawaz and Anwar Khan broke from convention. They chose to meet in private, away from the watchful eyes of the village council, to discuss a contentious issue: the establishment of a girls' school. This decision, which had the potential to spark opposition from the traditional elders, was made in secrecy.

The idea for the school had been inspired by Meerab Khan. She had confided in her close friend Marium, who, in turn, worked diligently to influence her uncle, Malik Shah Nawaz. With both men finally in agreement, the groundwork was laid for a significant change. However, Malik Shah Nawaz had stipulated that he would not be directly involved in the school's establishment beyond granting permission to use the road through his land.

Now, three years later, the school was nearly ready for its inauguration. Meerab had devoted herself entirely to the project, navigating legal hurdles and persuading skeptical villagers. The school stood as a symbol of her relentless dedication and the promise of a better future for the girls of Badalpur.

On this particular evening, as the sun cast a golden hue over the rugged hills of Badalpur, Meerab set out to meet with educated women from her village and neighboring hamlets. The purpose of the meeting was to recruit teachers for the new school. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on her, but she was determined to ensure the school’s success.

The meeting concluded on a positive note, and as Meerab began her journey back, her heart was full of hope. Her car glided along the dusty village road, and as it approached the boundary of Khan territory, the landscape transitioned into the arid fields of Malik land. In the distance, the black cars of the Malik clan blocked the road, causing Bakhtu, her loyal driver, to bring the vehicle to a halt.

Meerab stepped out of the car, accompanied by the Khan clan’s motorcade, and saw Malik Murtasim standing by the Malik cars. His imposing figure was a stark reminder of the rivalry that had marked her life. The tension was immediate and palpable.

Murtasim regarded Meerab with a stern expression as she approached. The golden sunlight cast long shadows over the dry fields, accentuating the divide between their views.

"Meerab, this idea of opening a girls' school in our village is reckless," he declared, his authority evident in his tone.

Unperturbed, Meerab squared her shoulders and retorted, "Murtasim, education is the key to progress. We cannot keep our girls in ignorance. They deserve the chance to learn and grow."

Bakhtu, sensing the rising tension, interjected, "Bibiji sahi keh rahi hain. Dusre gaon mein schools khul rahe hain aur wo humse aage nikal gaye hain."

Murtasim’s gaze shifted sharply toward Bakhtu, and he pointed his gun in the driver’s direction. "Tum humare beech mein bolne wale koun ho?"

"Mazrat, Chotay Malik," Bakhtu stammered, his voice trembling with fear.

Meerab, undeterred, faced Murtasim. "Aur tum bhi koi nahi ho jo mere admi se aise tone mein baat karo."

"For your information, tum meri zameen pe khadi ho kar mujh se aise baat kar rahi ho. You know very well how we deal with trespassers," Murtasim taunted.

"Tumhare Baba ki ijazat se khadi hoon. Ye toh tay tha Anwar Khan aur Malik Shah Nawaz ke darmiyan ke larkiyon ke school khulega gaon mein," Meerab asserted firmly.

Murtasim’s face twisted into a mocking smile. "Wahi Malik Shah Nawaz jo apni yad dasht kho chuka hai? Kon tumhara aur tumhare baba ka yakeen karega ke school kholne ke faislay me mera baba shamil tha jab ke duniya ke samne un ka koi hath nahi tha? Waise bhi gaon ke buzurg iss faislay ke khilaf hain, aur panchayat bhi Malikon ki hai. Isliye school ke khwab apne zehan se nikal do."

The argument continued under the harsh sunlight, symbolizing the clash between tradition and progress. Meerab’s resolve remained unshaken as she addressed Murtasim.

"Murtasim, this isn’t just about my father and Malik Shah Nawaz. It’s about the future of our girls. They deserve to break free from ignorance. This school represents a chance for them to thrive."

Murtasim’s frustration was palpable. "Meerab, you don’t understand. This feud has lasted for generations. The village elders view the school as a threat to our heritage. The road through our fields symbolizes our legacy, and we won’t allow it to be used for this purpose."

Bakhtu, still shaken, added, "Malik Sahab, hum sirf bachiyon ko taleem dena chahte hain. Ye hamare liye aage badhne ki koshish hai."

Murtasim’s grip on his gun tightened, but he did not respond.

The confrontation embodied the struggle between old grudges and the promise of progress. Meerab continued to argue, her voice steady. "Murtasim, think beyond the feud. This school can symbolize reconciliation and unity. Our village can evolve, and our girls can flourish."

Murtasim’s expression hardened. "Spoken like a true idealist. How naive to think that educating women can resolve a centuries-old feud. This is what happens when women are educated—they become idealists with unrealistic expectations. Rafiq, Haveli wapas chalen."

With that, Murtasim signaled to his companions, and they began to leave. Meerab watched them depart, her frustration mingling with renewed determination. The path forward remained uncertain, but her commitment to the girls' future in Badalpur remained unwavering. 

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