ptv oneshots

au- stalker

Saw the IV and thought of a plot where 'Meerab could be the one who liked Murtasim and Mk was the sakht launda.'

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The moonlit night cast an eerie glow over the rugged terrain as Murtasim Khan, a commanding figure in his ancestral lands, rode through the dense forests. His senses were heightened, every rustle of the leaves and distant howl of a wild animal putting him on edge. For weeks now, he had felt eyes on him, a presence lurking in the shadows, trailing his every move. He was certain it was Malik Zubair, his long-standing rival, but despite his efforts to catch him in the act, Zubair remained elusive.

Murtasim's blood boiled at the thought of being followed like prey. He was a feudal lord, a man of power and influence; no one dared challenge his authority, let alone stalk him. But every time he looked back, there was nothing but darkness, an unsettling silence that unnerved him.

In reality, Malik Zubair was just as confused. He had no idea what Murtasim was accusing him of or why their rivalry had suddenly escalated. Little did he know, it was his own sister, Meerab Malik, who was behind it all.

Meerab was a shadow in the night, a wraith who moved with a feline grace, her every step calculated, her every move orchestrated to drive a wedge between the two men. Murtasim Khan-he was a name that made her pulse quicken, a face that haunted her dreams. His sharp, chiselled features were etched into her memory, his presence a constant, intoxicating force she could not escape. She was obsessed, not with the rivalry between him and her brother, but with Murtasim himself.

Every glance he cast her way was a spark that threatened to ignite the wildfire of desire she kept hidden deep within her heart.

But she knew he would never look at her with the same intensity she craved, not unless she gave him a reason. So, she created one. Like an artist, she painted a picture of animosity, leaving subtle clues that pushed Murtasim's paranoia to the brink. She knew the man's pride, his need to be in control, and she used it against him, crafting scenarios where he would suspect her brother of betrayal.

A land dispute involving Murtasim's sister, Maryam. Anas, a charming stranger, had swept Maryam off her feet, promising her the world, it was easy to love bomb Maryam. And further shift the blame onto her brother Malik Zubair by sending Maryam his picture, Maryam left her hour to marry this man and was kidnapped, and released in a few hours. She knew Murtasim would come for blood when he discovered this, and that's exactly what she wanted.

She watched from the shadows, a smile playing on her lips as she saw Murtasim's fury grow.

Under the dark sky, guns were drawn, the air thick with the tension of a showdown that had been brewing for months. Murtasim had Malik Zubair on his knees, the barrel of his gun pressed against his rival's temple, his finger twitching on the trigger. The fury in his eyes was molten, ready to erupt in violence.