Meerab had lied without thinking anything else. As the words left her mouth, she couldn’t process what she had just said. But she had no other option. Her grandmother was very loving and caring, but you know old people, old thoughts, she would’ve gone too far seeing her at Murtasim’s house, that too without any relation with him. She loved her grandmother and couldn’t afford her displeasure. Dadi's eyes widened in shock as Meerab made a surprising declaration. Murtasim, equally taken aback, felt the urgency to navigate the unexpected turn of events. Tension enveloped the room, thickening with each passing moment. Dadi jee, in disbelief, sought clarification, her eyes probing Meerab for answers, creating an atmosphere fraught with anticipation and uncertainty. The air itself seemed to hold its breath as the trio grappled with the revelation.
“Meerab? Your husband?” Dadi Jee was confused
Meerab, caught in the web of her own lie, hesitated. Murtasim was shocked, his mind reeling like a ship caught in a sudden tempest, its once calm waters now tumultuous. Amidst the storm of unexpected revelations, he decided to anchor his emotions temporarily, like a seasoned captain delaying navigation decisions until the turbulent sea settled into a more predictable course. Before she could respond, Murtasim, feeling the weight of the moment, moved towards her, his hand instinctively wrapping around her shoulder.
“Yes, she is my wife.” He said Firmly
Meerab turned to look at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. The room seemed to hold its breath as Murtasim, in a bold move, confirmed the false statement.
“But, when did this happen?” Dadi Jee's cheerful voice was now changed into confused, low voice.
Murtasim smirked, “It's recent. We decided to keep it private for a while.”
Dua, sensing the need to contribute to the charade, chimed in with a mischievous grin.
“Oh, I've known about this for a while. Surprise!”, Dua piped in
Dadi jee, now more bewildered than ever, tried to process the unexpected revelation.
“Well, this is... a surprise indeed.” Dadi Jee stammered
Meerab felt the regret of lying to her grandmother taking over her and she was about to speak up that it's not like that when Dadi jee interrupted her
"I'm sorry Dadi jee I didn't-"
“Wese bhi, I didn’t like Haider. It was your mother who was insisting upon him. This young man is nice. So, what you called him? Murt-” She continued
“Murtasim, Murtasim Khan” he completed.
“Oh that’s a nice name, so young man, would you mind if I stay with you guys. I know now that you are newly married, but I want to stay with my Meeru till I’m here….”
“Dadi jee, This is your “Meeru’s” house too now as we are MARRIED” he said eyeing Meerab sarcastically and continued, “Ofcourse you can stay” Murtasim said respectfully putting his other hand on his chest, a gesture that pulled Meerab's attention.
Murtasim, maintaining the façade, tightened his grip on Meerab's shoulder, a silent acknowledgement that they were in this together if she had taken the name. The room, filled with a concoction of truth and deception, witnessed the intricate dance of relationships and the uncharted territories of Meerab and Murtasim's evolving connection.
“WHO ARE YOU BY THE WAY”, Murtasim raised an eyebrow at Dua after Dadi jee was taken to her room by one of the house helpers
“Hey, uh- I am Dua, Dua, Meerab’s friend” Dua said nervously
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I've Got My Eyes On You
FantasyMurtasim khan is from the Mafia world, and Meerab is here to pen down his world... "I was scared of losing you, Moonbeam..." "But i had no option, Murtasim." People in love are the two halves of A whole! Aren't they?🥀 -Maheen
