2 years ago
"Murtasim! Murtasim!" Haya rushed towards Murtasim, her chunni flying with the wind behind her as she instinctively grabbed his arm to catch his attention, giggling as she faced him.
"Haya, hands off. I have an important meeting." Murtasim instantly pulled back his arm from her grip, as though he was flinching at the contact, with which he hurriedly stormed off, leaving a teary-eyed Haya behind.
Murtasim was cold, he didn't know why though, he usually wasn't like this to anyone, so distant, so obscure. However these days he was beginning to question if he even wanted to marry Haya, like I have a choice he found himself mumbling afterwards. Their families had been friends for decades, it was Murtasim's father's dying wish to get the two married, so likewise Murtasim and Haya were born and raised knowing their life was to each other.
Everything had been fine until he began waking up restless at night, his heart thumping uncontrollably and sweat trickling down his face. Murtasim began avoiding sleep these days, perhaps to avoid coming in contact with the faceless girl in his dreams, the girl that gave him endless hope and feelings he believed he wasn't allowed to feel. How had a non-existent girl make him feel so on edge to the point he was even avoiding his own fiance.
"Why are Ludhiana's streets so fucking busy, God dammit!" Murtasim slammed the steering wheel of his SUV, the lack of sleep had made him irrational and frustrated with the road, not to mention, the continuous beeping of the horns around arousing his anger even further.
BEEEP
That was the final straw.
Murtasim leapt out of his car onto the bustling road, fuming as he charged in front of the car which caused him such distress, indicating for it to stop as he halted in front of it. The white BMW Sedan came to a standstill at the view of him, the driver of the car abruptly coming out as Murtasim slammed his palm on the hood of the car.
"If you havn't already noticed, everyone is stuck, not just you, so shut the fucking beeping u-."
The words never left Murtasim's throat, not now, not as the beauty that walked out of the Sedan was in the same vicinity as him. Her chocolate burgundy brown hair cascading down her back, her kameej was plain white, outlining her curves perfectly, contrasting with her flower dotted salwar. Her chudiyan filled forearms hastily fixing the same flower dot patterned chunni, layering it across her chest. However, this wasn't the only time Murtasim felt his breath hitch, the moment she looked up at him he was done for. The moment he laid his eyes on her, he let out a long sigh as if he was baffled, unable to believe what was in front of him.
The girl's big doe eyes shimmered as she began to speak, her plump peach lips moving in such a seductive manner making Murtasim dumbfounded, the only thing he would make out was the fact he felt like he couldn't breathe. All his anger, frustration, had disappeared in an instant, was she the one? Was she the one that roamed around in his dreams every night, teasing him then vanishing?
"Are you even listening? Ek ta mein ethe kam toh late hori aa tuhade karke utho tusi meri gal vi nahi sunre." She snapped at Murtasim, he noticed she'd slightly turned red as she tiptoed to barely reach his face as she spoke.
"Yes, sorry, I am sorry, I'll be taking my leave. Murtasim Gill. Tusi?" he stretched out his hand towards her signaling truce.
Slightly confused, the girl accepted the truce as she took his hand in hers, "Meerab Brar."
Her velvety voice echoed in Murtasim's ear repeatedly as he walked towards his SUV, Meerab Brar, Meerab Brar, Meerab Brar — Meerab, Meerab, Meerab, Meerab. He stared at his hand, the one she had reluctantly taken in hers vowing he'd never wash it again, wait, what?
