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What was so special about this man? He was the third in command, and people were bowing down to him as if he were their supreme leader. He knew how to manipulate, seduce, and make people dance on his word.
"I want you to kill Murtasim Khan."
How odd it was that, different it was from,
"Meerab, I want you to marry Murtasim Khan."
She ould never follow through this, for starters she haven't killed anyone in her life, except for her aunt. And her aunt was a bad person.
So was Murtasim Khan...
He had slaves, mistresses living in the worst kind of living conditions. They didn't had bathroom privileges. How could this man be a good person? And the way she was being treated here, this place had some really bad rules.
No, he wasn't. She had to see him first. According to the rumours, he was a monster, but those could be folklores.
He had slaves, who were treated like pests...
Maybe he wasn't aware of them, Hunaid Khan was the 'rakhwala' of this estate. According to him, Murtasim Khan rarely visited the estate.
Meerab, you really think, Murtasim Khan, is your prince charming?
Her subconscious was killing her, the thoughts, she couldn't decide what to do next. If she killed Murtasim Khan, things would become worse. First of all, she would be labelled as an assassin. Second, things at the estate might go worse, Hunaid Khan had proved to be a cruel man. In her eyes, at least, he was trying to murder Murtasim Khan.
Why use her?
Because you are his fiance, the only one who could get close to him, around you, he could let down his guard. But as his fiance wouldn't she relay this information to Murtasim Khan?
She couldn't understand how Hunaid Khan's mind worked, nor was she interested in the deal, but to save her dignity and Saahil's life, she had to agree.
'Jaan ke badle Jaan, izzat ke badle izzat', that's how feudal societies worked.
Meerab sighed, looking around her room. It felt homely, surprisingly.
She laid down on the bed and closed her eyes to rest until tomorrow. Every day for her was chaotic and traumatic, but at least she had a bed. Tomorrow, she had to travel with Hunaid Khan to Hyderabad. To kill Murtasim Khan, her fiance. Meerab had planned to save Murtasim Khan somehow, and if she was his saviour, he would help her, let her get her house back, and help Saahil return to his country.
She fell asleep while caressing the ring on her finger.
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Murtasim Khan had ruled over the Khan haveli for years, the haveli was humongous but certain parts of the haveli remained closed. It had been two decades since the east wing had seen a single human, that's where Murtasim Khan's adoptive father, Hashimullah Shah, took his last breath. Murtasim Khan loved him too much, so he dedicated the entire east wing in his name, and to take accurate measurement, it was about 70 acres of land. Uninhabited, unoccupied for years.
