Kaabil

17. The Week

Hello, Everyone.
I'm so happy and honestly astonished to see that someone out there is liking whatever bullshit I'm writing. In 2023, I never thought I would open my old Wattpad account or start reading fanfics. But Tere Bin did that.

The show encouraged me to share my views anonymously or organize my thoughts. Twitter and Instagram became my platform. It started with making reels and tweeting about the latest episode, then making new friends and writing a story.

Whether it be writing a romantic fictional story or a Tere Bin fanfic, the show changed me.

Kaabil, however, was never in my plans. I worked on my Web stories whenever I had time during the week, so it was quite alarming to think I planned to write fan fiction. I'm still a newbie writer, and I'm writing to find my writing style. There are days when I love what I write, while there are other days when I'm not too fond of it.

I'm sure that is what my readers feel like. What has gotten into me? But trust me, I am exploring myself right now. So, please stick around until the end and let me know where I need improvement. If you know me from X, please note that I'm quick to apologize and will wholeheartedly accept your concern. If you are respectful enough, I will pay you any heed.

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Murtasim.

My eyes followed Meerab. Her thick black hair was in a rough bun, strands coming out. She has been the same for the past week, tending to me. Never once did she leave my side, not even at night. After the first night, I forced her to sleep beside me.

The minutes I spent waiting for my ambulance were dreadful, not because of the bullets or the blood. Not even the fact I risked my own life. The only thought that occupied my brain was going home to her. I knew I was not going to die. I've tried multiple times to know that's not how it works. Allah hates my attempt. Yet, I held on to the silver lining just for her for the first time in years.

If I had known coming to her meant peace, I would've done it sooner.

In the days I spent at the hospital, Meerab would help me wash my hair and clean my face in the morning since the doctor had said not to over-exercise my arm or leg. She would take notes of my diet. Even though Mama and my sister would come, my wife would be on the frontier. However, whenever Chacha Jaan came to visit, Meerab would make an excuse to meet the doctor even though he came on rounds in the morning. She had been avoiding him. Or it is more like they both have avoided each other.

Keeping these thoughts at bay, I would notice Meerab's frustrated face whenever anyone would talk about Maliks. She tried to put on a good face the first few days whenever the police came or Bakhtu with files. But later, she became impatient and warned Bakhtu not to bring any work-related materials.

My heart would swell up with Meerab's stern look whenever I could start talking about work.

Yes, I, Murtasim Khan, have been banned from working. Or even thinking about work. It's tough not to laugh at Meerab, thinking she could stop me. She truly tried.

Little did she know she was up against me.

After the attack on me, I had to be more vigilant, and since I was in the hospital, there was only one person who could help me: my best friend, Ahmed Khan. I would call him up in her rounds to the bathroom or doctor and quickly give him insights.

When Ahmed finally visited me on the fifth day, Mama called Meerab home.

"What took you so long?" The first I said as I saw him.