In Another World (Tere Bin)

Only love can hurt like this (Ep.:47)

This O.S. is based on the events that could have taken place post-episode 47.

Author's Note: They both have the same character arcs that were shown to us in the show.
It's just an alternate universe where things could have turned better. Although, I dont claim it as a fix-it!
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As the sun gleamed high in the sky, Maa Beghum summoned her maid Hajera, to call Meerab for her share of duties at Maryam's in-law's house. The maid made her way towards Murtasim's section, her steps were steadfast, but as soon as she stepped into the room, her eyes widened in surprise. The room was a mess, to say the least, with bedsheets lying on the floor, pillows thrown over the side carelessly, and a comforter lying on the couch. And there she was, their khani, their meerab bibi, who looked almost unconscious and weak by the pillar of their four-poster bed.

Meerab had passed out by the pillar last night after he had stepped out of the room. As she sensed someone's hand on her shoulder, she stirred a little and found Hajera, the maid whose expression looked almost dreadful. She looked at her and it took her a moment to register her words. "Bibiji, Aapko Maa beghum ne bulaya hai, neeche aa jayein".

Her throat sore from the constant crying, she only nodded in response and the maid left the room hurriedly. She rubbed her eyes and a sharp pain shot between her legs, her abdomen grumbling in pain. She hissed and tried to get up and as her eyes caught the sight of the room, a gasp escaped her lips and suddenly, she remembered what had conspired there just a few hours ago.

The room looked so disorganized, in contrast to its usual polished appearance. Wincing, she slowly made her way to the washroom.

As she gazed into the mirror, all she could see was a broken woman. Her dishevelled hair, her smudged mascara and swollen lips, her dress, which she had chosen meticulously for him, now hung crumpled on her frame, the dori of her angrakha hung loose, revealing her creamy skin that bore the marks of him, a testament to their shared desire.

What had they done to themselves?

This was not what she had planned. He did not deserve this. They both don't deserve this. Their first time was meant to be special, the moment she had realised that she was in love, all she craved was for the next step that lay ahead in their relationship, to let him love her, worship her and be his wholly, in every possible way, mind, body and soul.
But what had conspired between them was erroneous. They had not made love, no it was not love. It was a result of their egos, their jealousies, their possessiveness and their greed to attain dominance over each other.

She gazed into the broken mirror, painted with streaks of blood, his blood, a result of his anger.

Was he in regret?

The broken pieces lay haphazardly on the floor, just like their relation, that had crumbled into fine sand. They were so blinded by their egos and jealousies, that they had let other people surpass and invade their marriage. Not only invade, but they had allowed them to mould their lives into a total tangle, into a fire of destruction, at the periphery of which they both stood now, in the opposite directions. Their insecurities had captured them and clouded their senses.

Her tears flowed freely, just like a dam that had set free, and her lips wobbled, just by thinking about the consequences and aftermath. How would they even face each other? She had slapped him, accused him, provoked him. And she had seen rage, pure unadulterated rage in his eyes.

It had been eight months into their marriage and they had not touched each other, and their constant distance had led to their destruction. They never conversed like normal couples. They never shared their troubles, they never showed belief in each other. He only claimed to love her, but never trusted her and she, despite having feelings for him had pushed him away from her again and again, leaving both of them dispirited in the wake. Their clash and frustration led them to attain and prove dominion over each other and in the contest of egos, they both had given in to their long-suppressed desires, willingly. And it felt so remorseful.