Chapter 8

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As the weeks went by, both Meerab and Murtasim found themselves consumed with their respective career. 

Murtasim poured his heart and soul into the final stages of his album, experimenting with new sounds and pushing his creative boundaries. 

Meanwhile, Meerab was tirelessly prepared for her upcoming tour, battling with her diets, being scrutinized by her mother and her minions all while ensuring every detail was perfect for her fans.

As Meerab devoted long hours to her dance rehearsals, the studio became her second home.

The demanding schedule kept her and Murtasim apart, prompting them to rely on brief but meaningful text exchanges to stay connected.

Murtasim's playful and flirtatious texts kept her sane and added a touch of excitement to Meerab's busy days, bringing a smile to her face and causing her heart to flutter with excitement.

Murtasim's daring gestures, from sending racy pictures to playful voice notes, made her feel so excited. 

With each flirtatious message, Meerab felt herself transforming into a teenager experiencing the sweet pangs of first love, her cheeks flushing with a mix of joy and bashfulness. 

In response, Meerab began to reciprocate, matching Murtasim's playful banter with her own hints of affection and subtle teases, sending him mini videos of her day.

And as time progressed the initial buzz and speculation surrounding Meerab and Murtasim began to fade, their devoted fans found themselves adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

The absence of any clear confirmation from either artist fueled endless debates and speculation within fan communities, with many crafting their own  fan theories. Despite the uncertainty, some dedicated accounts within the fan community persisted in keeping their hashtag #meerasim alive by creating edits and more content.

With no official statements or public appearances together, attention gradually shifted back to Meerab and Murtasim's individual pursuits. Fans eagerly delved into updates on Meerab's dance rehearsals, Murtasim's music projects, and their respective schedules.


Few weeks later

As the chaotic airport scene unfolded around them, Murtasim and his team found themselves caught in the disarray of the bustling crowd. 

The hustle and bustle of the agitated passengers, racing against time and each other, created an atmosphere of tension and impatience. 

Murtasim's frustration simmered as the delay persisted, exacerbated by the palpable sense of urgency that permeated the congested terminal.

"What's the hold-up?" Murtasim mutters when he checks the Rolex on his wrist and notices they haven't moved in 20 minutes.

As the airport buzzed with activity, Rehaan, a member of Murtasim's crew, couldn't help but grumble about the chaos caused by last-minute security measures. 

"Airport security is trying to make way for an actor and his famous sibling. They are holding everything up," he complained, his annoyance evident in his voice.

Navigating through the maze of jostling bodies and hurried travelers, Murtasim's keen gaze finally settled on the petite figure surrounded by a cloak of security, her presence illuminating the crowded space. 

Meerab.

After a pause, he noticed her brother, Zain, standing beside her.

"They're on our flight?" Murtasim asked, a touch of curiosity coloring his tone, watching Meerab handle the crowd with ease and a bright smile.

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