if you guys haven't watch nikka zaildar pls watch this before you read bc i wanted ma begum and murtasim to have a bebe x nikka dynamic ^^
also, this is sort of a filler chap bc AS i was writing this i got the most yum plot twist for this story ever and i will write it (hopefully) soon anyways i hope you like this
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"Billu, eh ki horeya a? Maana de ghar jaake enna tamasha karan di ki lor si, hun sir jaadke tasali agayi tenu? Patandara, ek ta tera baapu eda da ek aaulad, sareya ne kasam kahdi ohi a ki Bebe da BP wadao. Jado mein mar gayi na, odho tenu samajh auna ki Bebe sadi sahi kehndi si asi ta nikame si." Bebe weeped a familiar song, her voice and frustration increasing with each word.
(Billu, what is happening? Why did you feel the need to go to the Maan's house and create such havoc? Patandara, first your father acted in such a manner now you, I swear everyone's promised themselves to increase my blood pressure. When I die, then you'll understand what Bebe used to say was right, you all were idiots).
'Bebe, you know I've never done anything to harm this family, or its honor, par eda eh nai matlab ki loka nu sir chadhan dena (but that doesn't mean you can take that for granted). Malik Maan was getting ahead of himself, someone had to keep him in his aukaat." Murtasim tried to reconcile with his dramatically weeping mother, he knew she was habitual of this behavior but he each time made sure to comfort her or else she wouldn't stop.
Being a feudal wife you'd think she'd toughen up over time, but that wasn't the case for Salma Begum. As she got older her emotions became more evident and free-flowing, it didn't help that her son had taken the aggressive genes from his paternal side. However, this was the persona of Bebe, late Shahnawaz Gill's wife, Murtasim and Maryam Gill's mother, Salma Begum was for the villagers. Salma Begum was the woman in charge, her time as a feudal wife demonstrating her work for developing education and humanitarian rights for not only women but the underprivileged.
As Bebe continued to bawl melodramatically, Murtasim inhaled a long sigh, "Bas, bas meri Maa, I promise I won't do it again." Murtasim caressed her hands as he kissed them lightly.
"You liar, you always say that, now dafa ho (get lost)." Bebe made out in between her comic sobs making Murtasim chuckle with delight that her mood was better.
Just as Murtasim walked out the Haveli's vehra he spotted Haya's car enter. "Fuck", he groaned as he tilted his head back in distress, Rayyan noticed his dreadful expression as he walked behind him making a mental note to ask him about it later. Haya hurriedly ran towards Murtasim as soon as she got out of the car, her concern would've been evident to anyone who approached but Murtasim couldn't help feeling daunted, he wanted to be grateful, he really did.
"Murtasim! Bebe told me what happened and I came as soon as I could". He let out a little 'hmm' before she began again, "You know I did a little first aid course last summer, I could rebandage your hand for you", she said as she took his freshly bandaged and began examining it.
"Wait- What?!" Murtasim snatched his hand back instantly, no way was he going to lose any chance to go back to the hospital.
"No absolutely not, that won't be necessary, the doctor said it needs to be done professionally" he retorted.
Haya looked at him dumbfounded, she was sure he'd be happy to hear about the course, after all weren't feudal wife's supposed to be good at these things?
"Oh, alright, anyways I've made some kheer, it's in the car I'll go get it right now then we can all eat together, you too Rayyan bhai." She looked behind Murtasim to Rayyan displaying a large smile covering up her trail of disappointments. However this time, Rayyan spoke up, "Haya, I'd hate to break it to you but Murtasim's leaving for Maryam didi's house and I have some urgent work to do." Rayyan watched as her smile vanished right as he said that he couldn't help but feel guilty, he'd seen Haya fall in love with Murtasim gradually as they were growing up and now watching Murtasim not reciprocate her feelings, him as a third party felt out of place.
