Khaani ka Khan - Tere Bin FF

Chapter 17 - Whispering Dreams

After hours of tossing and turning in her bed, sleep remained elusive to Meerab's weary eyes. The silence in the room seemed to amplify her restless thoughts. Maa Begum's decision for Meesam to sleep with her echoed in her mind, a decision explained with the hope that it would gradually acclimate Meesam to being with other family members, fostering a comfort level without the constant presence of her mother, Meerab, at all times. The weight of the situation added to Meerab's restless night, as she contemplated the implications of the decision and its potential impact on herself more than on her daughter.

Meerab's restless gaze flickered toward the table clock; its hands seemingly frozen at 2:20 am. Time appeared to have come to a standstill since she last checked a mere three minutes ago. A deep breath filled her lungs as a determined resolve settled within her. With unwavering steps, she rose from the bed, pulling her dupatta close, and made a resolute decision.

The quiet determination in her eyes mirrored the steadiness in her steps as she walked purposefully towards Murtasim's bedroom. The dimly lit corridor bore witness to her silent resolve, each step carrying the weight of unspoken emotions and the hope for a connection that transcended the barriers between them. A light, deliberate knock echoed through the quiet corridor, each tap carrying the weight of anticipation. Meerab ensured it was just loud enough for Murtasim to hear, mindful of the recent memory of the door's resounding thud as her husband had banged the door shut on her. The echo of that sound lingered in her mind.

Her heart raced, the rhythmic beat matching the anxious cadence of her thoughts as she knocked once again, this time with a hopeful expectation that Murtasim would open the door. The silent corridor held its breath, the unspoken tension growing with every passing moment, as Meerab awaited the response that would determine the course of the night. With no response to her knocks, Meerab cautiously attempted to turn the door handle. To her surprise, the door yielded, opening without resistance. She stepped into the room, shutting the door quietly behind her. As she moved silently, the moon's soft glow filtered through the open curtains, casting a dim light across the room.

To her astonishment, the bed lay empty, and a growing worry crept into Meerab's mind. The silent darkness seemed to absorb her calls for Murtasim, the lack of response amplifying her concern. In the dim-lit room, she decided to wait, her thoughts a tumultuous blend of worry and frustration. The passing minutes felt like an eternity, the unanswered questions lingering in the air. Meerab couldn't shake the anxious feeling, wondering where Murtasim could be at this late hour. She thought of calling him but then remembered that her mobile was in the other room. As she sat in the quiet room, waiting for his return, a mix of concern and anger danced in her thoughts, creating a storm of emotions that mirrored the restless night outside.

The weariness eventually settled over her, and Meerab shifted from the couch to the bed in her quest to stay vigilant while waiting for her husband. Determined to keep her eyes wide open, she sat on the bed, the soft cushions inviting her to rest. However, as the minutes ticked by, the comfort of the bed proved too irresistible. Despite her efforts to stay awake, sleep gently overcame her, and before she knew it, Meerab found herself nestled comfortably, hugging Murtasim's pillow tightly. The moonlight painted a tranquil scene as Meerab peacefully dozed off, awaiting the return of her husband in the soft embrace of slumber.

Murtasim entered his room, the weariness evident in his demeanor as he wore a black suit that spoke of a long and tiring day. He went about the familiar routine of shedding his blazer and shirt, tossing them onto an accent chair in the corner. As he made his way towards the bed, a few seconds passed before he noticed Meerab, peacefully asleep, nestled on his bed. She hugged his pillow tightly, and the sight softened the fatigue in Murtasim's eyes. The quiet room held a serenity that contrasted with the demands of the day. For a moment, he stood there, silently observing her, a mix of emotions flickering across his face. The weariness seemed to dissipate as a hint of tenderness replaced it. Careful not to disturb her, Murtasim decided to let her rest, quietly acknowledging the unexpected but welcome sight of Meerab finding solace in his bed.