Muhafiz-E-Khan (Tere Bin MeeraSim FF)

34 - Zaroorat

The track for this chapter is
'Saiyaan Dil Meri Aana Re''

Ps:If the grammar is shit,spare me, my brain is fried😭

Flashback:

Jovial wedding bells chimed so eager and loud that Meerab's ears felt sore from their never-ending vibrations. An empty velvet pouch of wedding favours that she had already eaten was in her hand, now swinging from the thin ribbon that meant it glided like a tiny parachute. Bright lights clicked as a photographer captured the moment into pixels, guiding the royal couple inwards. The bride's maroon skirt trailed behind her languidly, showered in cheers, thunderous claps, and waltzing rose petals. Irtaza lingered in the crowd, watching the new bride being welcomed into their home with celebration.

Meerab turned to her left, facing Murtasim as her bottom lip wobbled from empathy wracking her mind. She took the entire event as a sign to never venture on the same path of leaving home; she had never seen so many tears shed before.

''Tum kyun udaas ho rahi ho? New bhabi mil rahi hai tumko, a new girl in your house. Kush hona chahiye tumhein, Meerab,'' Murtasim chuckled faintly past her ear, the pair blending into the crowd, into a mess of glitzy colours and iridescent sparkles as they walked through the decorated driveway. The house was veiled under a cage of dazzling lights. They passed overflowing flower archways in turn. (Why do you seem upset? You're getting a new sister-in-law. You should be happy.)

In direct contrast, distress weighted the corners of Meerab's glossed lips, silver eyeshadow blended haphazardly on her eyelids, reaching till her unplucked brow bone; youthful and sweetly naive. ''Par woh rou rahi hai,'' Meerab narrated in a drawled whine, staring at her new sister-in-law struggling to put up a brave face. (But she is crying.)

''She misses her parent's home, that dosen't mean she regrets coming to your home. Aur tum usse dosti karna, tou rona bhi khatam ho jaeyga.'' Murtasim advised sweetly, his shoulder brushing her's in a bid to quell the compiling emotions within her. (If you become her friend, she'll stop crying too.)

After brushing her button nose with the back of her henna stained hands, Meerab mused to herself, ''Main baba ko nahi chodungye, phir roun gye bhi nahi.'' A thin, grey mesh dupatta graced her collar bone but acted more like a choker necklace as they meld into the background, averting notice. (If I don't leave me baba, I won't cry.)

''Those two things are not even linked,'' Murtasim grumbled as if she was naively silly.

Irtaza had no consolation to offer her, snacking on the treats where they should have been throwing rose petals for welcome.

''Kya patta, shayad tumko rona na aaye,'' Murtasim suggested between them in a whisper with a playful zest, his tone unerringly hopeful that she would never feel such internal divide. (What do you know, maybe you won't even cry when you get married.)

''Main shaadi hi nahi kargun gye,'' Meerab voiced and decided in the same second, even though she had never considered the possibility of marriage before — it seemed bleak from Gul's fallen tears. (I will never get married.)

Both followed in the protective shadows of Sarafaraz and Gul, upon a path of confetti. Murtasim's leather sandals guided Meerab's little heels inwards, unbalanced as she insisted on shoes that were unfittingly tall, the ground more slippy now. ''Waqt aane pe dekh lete hai,'' Murtasim huffed with the slightest tension between his eyebrows, unable to think about something that'd be so far in the future that it was futile to bicker over it, reasoning that she'd change her mind on maturing. (We'll see when the time comes.)