I've Got My Eyes On You

Chapter 13 - She's my Wife!

The sun was beginning its descent, casting long shadows across the streets as Anwar parked his car a few houses away from Murtasim's residence. He took a moment to gather himself, his palms sweaty despite the cool evening breeze. The address Dadi jee had given him felt heavy in his pocket, a silent reminder of the mission he was about to undertake.

With a deep breath, Anwar approached the imposing gates of the mansion, his heart pounding with a mix of determination and apprehension. The guards, dressed in crisp uniforms, eyed him curiously as he approached.

"I've been called by Meerab," Anwar lied smoothly, hoping his nervousness wasn't evident.

The guards exchanged a glance before one of them nodded, pressing a button to open the gates. As Anwar made his way inside, the magnitude of the mansion took him by surprise. It was evident that Murtasim lived a life of luxury, far removed from the world Anwar knew.

Inside the mansion, the sudden commotion sent ripples of confusion. Dua, who was in the midst of a conversation with Meerab and Murtasim, exchanged a worried glance with the couple before hurrying to the entrance to assess the situation.

Meerab's heart raced as she caught sight of her father's familiar figure. A flood of memories, some bitter and some painful, washed over her. Murtasim, on the other hand, assessed the situation with a calm, analytical gaze. His instincts told him that this was no ordinary visit, and the protective instinct within him surged to the forefront. But he remained silent, waiting for Meerab to speak.

"Meerab," Anwar began, his voice trembling with restrained anger, "You will come with me. This madness ends now. Ammi told me everything! How can you marry without my permission??"

Meerab's eyes welled up with tears, the weight of her father's words crushing her. She opened her mouth to respond but found no words, the fear and anxiety rendering her speechless.

Murtasim stepped forward, his posture imposing as he addressed Anwar. "Who are you to demand anything?" he asked, his voice cold and calculated.

Anwar's gaze hardened, and he took a step closer to Meerab, his voice dripping with disdain. "I am her father, and I will not let her ruin her life with you!."

Murtasim's head turned towards Meerab and sensing her discomfort and fear, he assumed that Meerab wasn't happy to see him. Within a minute he stepped forward as Anwar tried to grab Meerab's arm.

"Mhm- no!" Murtasim shook his head, "You can't talk to anyone like that! And you said Dadi told you that she got married, right?" he continued angrily with a dreadful voice.

"Mein baap hun iska or lene aya hun is besharam larki ko!"

Anwar's disrespectful tone stirred something deep in Murtasim and without letting anyone react he in a loud tone declared

"She's my wife! You hear that? Murtasim khan's wife. Nobody talks to her like that! Not even her father!!"

Meerab's eyes widened as she turned to look at Murtasim. His eyes held anger and protectiveness.

Anwar's eyes flickered with anger, his fists clenched at his sides. "She is engaged to be married to someone else. This can't be true, and it's time she returns home to fulfil her responsibilities," he spat out, his voice dripping with contempt.

"M-Murtasim... He's m-my Father, please let me talk t-to him," Meerab said in a low urgent tone

"You can't fight this alone. You need help, Meerab. Let us in PLEASE, " Dua cried

Meerab's heart raced as she watched the confrontation unfold, a sense of dread settling in the pit of her stomach. She had hoped to avoid this confrontation to find a way to reconcile the situation. But now, faced with the reality of the situation, she felt trapped, caught between her father's expectations and her growing feelings for Murtasim.