MEERAB SIRF MERI

Episode 5 ( murtasims p.o.v) ( part 1)

Hey guys,  sorry u know coz of my illness its just really hard for me to write and I hate my life right now , my minds gone blank ever since I got sick and that's the reason ... I hope u like it and make sure to comment what you would like to see in the story coz I definitely do read ur comments and I  will write whatever u guys want to see coz at the end of the day you'll be the one reading it 😊.....
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Murtasims p.o.v will start after the flashback ends....

Murtasim's rough almond hands fisted terribly as he comfortably laid back on the posh leather back seat of his sleek Mercedes, as his other hand gripped on the steering wheel recalling his earlier interactions with meerab....

Flashback :

Meerabs jaw dropped as fresh tears glistened in her pearly eyes....

Murtasim felt a pang of hurt in his chest at her state however kept an expressionless face as he slid out an old wrinkled document out of his pocket....

Meerab's eyes opened wide , the last hope in her heart of all this to be a lie broke apart as she stared at the contract with her fathers signatures and thumb print on them...

Meerab quickly wiped out her tears...

Meerab: meh tumse shaadi krne keliye tayar hun... magar ek baat hamesha yaad rakhna.... I will never accept a monster like you as my husband ... I HATE YOU!!!!...

With that she got out of the car.....

Flashback ends.....

RING RING!!!

Murtasim : bolo bakhtu ... growled murtasim

Bakhtu : woh... maalik we have badly  beaten up that boy called rohail as per your order... informed bakhtu..

Murtasim: make sure he doesn't get unconscious until I arrive.. smirked murtasim.....

Now that bastard will know the consequences of  touching what belongs to me... only mine... meerab is only mine... he grinned as he accelerated the car....

Soon the car came to a halt near an old abandoned cottage...

Murtasim 's p.o.v

I quickly parked the car behind the whole community of trees whilst the guards made sure to safely escort me inside the abandoned cottage .....

I harshly gripped the door knob trying to control my anger , no one can love meerab except me....

The view infront of me put my heart at peace as I saw the lifeless body of that jerk tied tightly by the chains whilst his whole body was bleeding whilst being laid on the sacks filled with sharp stones cruelly piercing his body....whilst a white cloth was stuffed in his mouth muffling his screams, whilst a black blindfold was wrapped around his sinful eyes which he used to dirtily oogle my meerab....

A wave of anger surged through my body as I picked a wooden stick with iron thorns on it ... I gestured for my right hand man bakhtu to leave as I pulled his blindfold off in one go....

His eyes opened wide looking at me...

Rohail:   Murtasim khan??... he gasped .....( a.k.a most famous man of hyderabad)

Oh so he knows me... interesting!!....

Without wasting another moment I slammed the wooden prickled stick right on his left arm....

Murtasim: this is the arm you used to touch my meerab? Right?....

He harshly nipped on the cloth tied to his mouth ....

And again I hit his other arm....

Just as he was close to passing out I clutched his skeleton neck and whispered dangerously in his bruised ears....

Murtasim:  " meerab is only mine , remember that , shes my wife , if I see you roaming around her or even trying to contact her again I will make sure to slice that skull of yours in uncountable pieces " ....

He gasped at me and then muttered in a hoarse voice...

Rohail: m-meeraa -.... I didn't let him complete as punched his nose ..... within a second he lost consciousness....

I took a clean handkerchief out of my pocked and gently wiped the blood off my face ....

" people say it for a reason that never mess with the khan's, especially murtasim khan , and whoever makes the deadly mistake has to endure the deathly consequences "...

Finally!!! My heart is at more peace now... I cunningly smirked and glanced one last time at the man covered in his own pool of blood before I rushed out of the door and turned towards my right hand man...

Murtasim: bakhtu , quickly rush him to the hospital and say that you found him injured inside the hotel where the fire happened .... with that I headed outside ....

Finally my heart is at peace now... whoever tries to snatch my meerab from me will have to face death .....

Nothing can stop meerab from becoming mine now .. with that I calmly sat inside the Mercedes,  this time letting bakhtu drive......

Guys , I, gonna write part 2 very soon and whoever found this disturbing Im sorry,  he will change and I already told you that I won't portray murtasim as Prince Charming straight out of a Disney movie , this is his feudal side .... hopefully the next part will be more interesting and clear out more things and I know I'm terrible at writing p.o.v's , so for next should I write from murtasims p.o.v or authors p.o.v pls tell me ...