I've Got My Eyes On You

Chapter 15 - Nikkah

Inside a dimly lit room, the faint glow of a solitary lamp revealed the contours of expensive furnishings. Bottles of various alcoholic beverages were scattered haphazardly on a lavish wooden table, evidence of a long night of drinking. The air was thick with the pungent scent of alcohol and the weight of malevolence. Seated amidst this chaotic scene was Haider, his usually annoying face contorted with anger and resentment. His eyes, bloodshot from a night of heavy drinking, gleamed with a dangerous intensity as he clutched a glass of whiskey in his hand, the liquid inside sloshing around with each agitated movement. The headline flashed on his phone

"Murtasim Khan spotted with the mysterious lady,"

He identified that she is Meerab in the picture, which multiplied his anger ten times. The mere fact that Meerab lied to him was enough to affect his fragile ego.

"How dare she defy me? She lied to me- such a bitch of a woman" he muttered to himself, his voice dripping with venom. "Meerab needs to be taught a lesson, needs to be reminded of her place."

As he took a swig of his drink, his mind raced with thoughts of revenge and retribution. He pictured Meerab, her defiant eyes and the audacity she had shown in standing up to him. It made his blood boil.

"I'll show her," he hissed, slamming his glass down on the table with a resounding thud. "She thinks she can just walk away from me? From us? She's gravely mistaken. Ye aurten bohat jaldi bhool jati hain hesiyat apni- isko bhi yaad kerwana parega ke mein iska kya hashar kersakta hun"

His eyes narrowed as a malicious plan began to form in his mind. "She'll come back!," he decided, his voice cold and calculating. "I'll drag her back to her miserable existence, and then she'll see her actual worth. She'll regret ever crossing paths with me."

With a newfound determination, Haider rose from his seat, the alcohol fueling his anger and determination. He didn't know the path he was about to tread was fraught with danger. All that mattered was teaching Meerab a lesson she would never forget.

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The atmosphere inside the quaint little café was palpable with tension. Murtasim and Farid found themselves awkwardly shifting in their seats, stealing glances at each other, unsure of how to broach the topic at hand. Dua, seated across from them, looked equally bewildered, her eyes darting between the two men as she sipped her coffee nervously.

"This is fareed, fareed this is Dua, Meerab's friend," Murtasim introduced them

Farid and dua greeted each other with a smile.

"Sab theek hai Murtasim? Why did you call me here? Meerab ke samne kyun baat nahi hosakti thi?" Dua asked curiously.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Murtasim cleared his throat, his voice hesitant. "Um, Dua," he began, "there's something we need to discuss." He pulled out his phone, unlocking it to reveal the headline that had taken the internet by storm. The screen displayed a picture of him and Meerab, accompanied by a sensational headline that screamed, "Murtasim Khan and the Mysterious Lady: hospital and the highway

Dua's eyes widened in alarm as she scanned the article, her face paling with each passing second. "Oh no," she whispered, her voice tinged with worry. "Ye kab hua? Ye kya hai Meerab ko pata hai?"

"Nahi, I don't think so," Murtasim replied

Dua, in a concerned and tensed tone, uttered, "What to do now?" which made both the men look at each other.

Farid nodded gravely, his face etched with concern. "Murtasim has the answer to this," he added, glancing at Murtasim sarcastically, who looked equally grim.