I've Got My Eyes On You

Chapter 3 - Mafia World meets Literature

Meerab's decision to accept Murtasim's challenge marked a turning point in her life. Determination burned within her, fueled by the desire to resurrect her writing career from the ashes of rejection. The clandestine partnership unfolded like a secret dance when Meerab moved to his house in order to complete the task given to her. The minute she entered his banglow, she was left awestruck by the grandeur that surrounded her. The sprawling mansion echoed with the whispers of history, its walls adorned with ornate tapestries and timeless artwork that seemed to tell stories of bygone eras. As Meerab stepped into this opulent world, she felt a surge of anticipation and trepidation. The grand foyer of Murtasim's mansion was dimly lit, adorned with opulent decor. Meerab hesitated at the entrance, her eyes wide as she took in the extravagant surroundings.

Murtasim, an enigmatic figure with a reputation for being both elusive and brilliant, welcomed Meerab with a mysterious smile that hinted at the challenges that lay ahead. The task he had set for her was no ordinary feat-it was a literary endeavour that would demand her utmost creativity and resilience. The weight of the challenge hung in the air, and Meerab could sense that this collaboration held the potential to either elevate her career to new heights or plunge it into obscurity.

Murtasim, as he emerged from the shadows, wearing a confident smile, approached Meerab with a playful glint in his eyes. Leaning against the banister, he uttered, "Meerab, my dear, welcome to my humble abode"

Meerab, looking around in awe, answered, "Humble? This is anything but humble. It's like stepping into a different world."

He smiled and continued, "Well, I do have a penchant for the extravagant. Now, let's talk about the task at hand. Are you ready for the challenge that awaits you?"

Meerab nodded with a glint in her eyes, "Bilkul. I wouldn't be here if I weren't up for it."

Murtasim took a step closer, his eyes locking onto Meerab's with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

Murtasim flirtatiously looked at her tinted cheeks, "I must say, Meerab, you've added a touch of magic to this place just by being here."

Annoyed by his continuous flirting, she rolled her eyes, "Flattery will get you everywhere, Murtasim. But let's not forget the task. What's the first step?"

"Yaar, the first step involves getting to know each other, don't you think? Understanding the nuances of our collaboration." He teased

Meerab raised an eyebrow, playfully challenging him.

"And how do you propose we do that?"

Murtasim took Meerab's hand, leading her further into the mansion.

"Through the dance of words, my dear. It's a waltz of creativity, a long bridge of ideas. Let the clandestine partnership begin."

"Ugh, Mujhe apse ek request kerni thi", she looked at him

"Ahan, yes, go ahead" he encouraged

"I want you to keep my stay here a secret..." she requested

"I myself want this, but do you mind if I ask the reason why you want this?" he questioned

"Umm... I prefer not to, I'm Sorry"

"Its fine, your room is the first one, on the right side, up the stairs. Good night" he smiled at her

As he disappeared into the lavish interior of the banglow, the air crackled with the promise of artistic collaboration, and Meerab couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and intrigue about the literary journey that lies ahead.