The Green Thread of Fate [Tere Bin FF]

The Finale

Hellllllllo everyone! I am so sorry for delaying the final chapter! I was busy and didn't want to rush it! Here's the conclusion to my little story! It has some angst, clarifications and of course some smut! Please read at your own discretion! Thank you all for the love and feedback on the last chapter! <3

-----

The morning sun streamed through the thin curtains of the hotel room, casting a soft glow over the space. Murtasim groaned as he stirred awake on the couch, the stiffness in his back a testament to the uncomfortable night he had spent there. He sat up slowly, running a hand through his disheveled hair, and tried to shake off the remnants of sleep. His green kurta from the night before clung to his body like a second skin, the fabric wrinkled. It felt like a reminder of the turmoil that had gripped him the previous evening, every crease and fold echoing the tension and unresolved emotions that had surfaced.

As his surroundings came into focus, the memories of the previous night flooded back. Meeting Meerab after four long years, the torrent of emotions that had coursed through him, the fiery exchange of words, and then the quiet, tender moments that had briefly followed.

Murtasim rubbed his eyes, his mind replaying the scene where he had accidentally cut Meerab's arm with the choodiyan. He winced at the thought of her pained expression, the blood, and the panic that had ensued. The guilt gnawed at him, a heavy weight settling in his chest. He hadn't meant to hurt her, yet he had given her fresh wounds, both physical and emotional.

"Thrombocytopenia," he muttered to himself, recalling the term and the gravity of her condition. He had remembered, despite the years and the distance, but that knowledge hadn't been enough to prevent him from causing her pain.

With a sigh, Murtasim rose from the couch, stretching his stiff muscles. He moved towards the small kitchenette, hoping a cup of strong coffee would help clear his head. As he prepared his drink, his thoughts remained fixated on Meerab. The shock in her eyes when he had mentioned her condition, the way she had looked at him with a mixture of confusion and gratitude—it was a moment he couldn't shake.

Yet, it wasn't just the surprise in her eyes that haunted him. It was the palpable hatred she had for him, the bitter resentment that widened the chasm of misunderstanding between them. The depth of her animosity had been shocking, more intense than he had anticipated, and it weighed heavily on his heart. His head started to ache as he tried to piece together the puzzle of their fractured past, so many pieces still missing, so many questions left unanswered.

He leaned against the counter, sipping his coffee slowly. The bitterness mirrored the regret he felt. How had things become so complicated? He had wanted to protect her, to show her that he still cared, but instead, he had ended up hurting her again.

Murtasim set down his cup and ran a hand over his face, trying to think of a way to make things right. He couldn't undo the past, but he could try to mend the present. He needed to see Meerab again, to apologize properly, and to find a way to show her that his feelings had never truly faded.

Determined, he finished his coffee and began to get ready for the day. As he dressed, he mentally prepared himself for the conversation ahead. It wouldn't be easy, and he knew there was a chance she might not want to see him, but he had to try. He couldn't let their reunion be marked solely by pain and misunderstanding.

Needing to clear his mind, Murtasim decided to hop in the shower. He turned the water all the way to cold, feeling the icy sting as it hit his skin. He needed this. His body needed this. He felt like he couldn't think straight, especially not when it came to Meerab, and last night was proof of that. The cold water was a shock to his system, initially causing his muscles to clench and his breath to catch in his throat. Gradually, he eased into the chill, letting it wash away the remnants of sleep and the lingering confusion from the previous night.