Tere Bin

Chapter 1

Trigger Warning : Contains mentions of marital rape, attempt to suicide and self harm.

The expansive mansion stood silent as the dawn broke over its horizon, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within. Murtasim entered the house, stomach churning. His mind was a tempest of guilt after what had transpired the night before.

"Khan, breakfast is ready," the housekeeper chimed, but Murtasim ignored her, his heart pounding in his chest. Maa Begum, stood waiting for him in the lavish hall, her arms crossed and a disappointed expression on her face.

"Where were you last night?" she asked sharply, her tone cutting through the silence like a knife. "You and Meerab both missing at Mariyam's rukhsati. That's quite irresponsible, don't you think?"

A flicker of shame crossed Murtasim's face, but his lips stayed tightly sealed. He could hardly bear to think about Meerab.

"Is she still asleep?" Maa Begum continued, her voice tinged with mockery. "I suppose she has no care in the world after what happened yesterday. You should go and check on her. It's customary for the brother and sister-in-law to bring breakfast to the newlyweds."

Murtasim's heart sank. He knew she was right; he should have been by Meerab's side, but how could he face her? With a heavy sigh, he decided he had to retrieve her, drowning out his mother's taunts with the desperate hope of making things right.

He treaded cautiously towards their room, each step heavier than the last. Approaching the door, he hesitated, remembering the pleading look in Meerab's eyes, the disbelief, and the hurt etched on her face as he had overstepped the boundaries of love and respect.

"Please, Murtasim, don't," her voice echoed in his mind.

With a deep breath, he turned the doorknob and stepped inside. The room was a disaster. Clothes lay scattered, the bed in disarray, and the air was thick with tension. Panic surged within him-where was she?

"Meerab?" he called, voice trembling. There was no answer.

Hastily, he checked every corner, every closet, but his frantic searching bore no fruit. Then he noticed the bathroom door slightly ajar. Pushing it open, he was met with a horrifying sight-Meerab lay on the cold tiles, pale and lifeless, surrounded by a pool of crimson.

"No! No! Meerab!" he yelled, rushing to her side, the air knocked out of his lungs at the sight of her frail body.

Her wrists were slashed, the blood still seeping from the wounds she had inflicted moments ago. Nearby was a shard of glass from the mirror he had smashed, a cruel reminder of his explosive rage and the hellscape of shame that now surrounded him.

"M-Murtasim..." she murmured weakly, her eyes fluttering open, the faintest glimmer of recognition blossoming amidst the darkness.

"This is my fault. I did this to you. What have I done?" he choked out, cradling her in his arms, the guilt clawing at him like a beast. "I should have protected you. I should have loved you...Instead I...."

As he pressed his hands over her wounds, trying to staunch the bleeding, the memories of the previous night flooded back: the shouting, the violent clash of emotions, the coldness in his heart that had turned him into a monster-a monster he had always feared becoming.

"Please, don't leave me. I can't lose you, Meerab. I love you. I am so sorry...so sorry!" His voice broke, drowning in an ocean of despair.

Meerab's eyes fluttered, tears pooling despite her fading strength. "You... you hurt me. Don't touch me.. do-don't," she whispered, the betrayal evident in her voice. "I thought... I thought you loved me."

His heart shattered anew, as he whispered, "I do, Meerab. I do love you. I never wanted to hurt you. I was a fool, blinded by rage. I am the one you should punish not yourself. Please, hold on. Help is coming."

As he fumbled for his phone, tears streamed down his face, each drop reflecting the wreckage of his heart. He pressed emergency services, the reality of his mistakes clawing at his conscience as he held Meerab tightly, hoping his warmth would fight against the coldness beginning to envelop her.

Within minutes, the sirens wailed outside, but all he could hear was the echo of his love's pain. In this moment, he knew the true weight of his actions-the scars would run deep, forever altering the fabric of their love.

"I'm sorry, meri jaan," he sobbed against her, as the paramedics burst in, their faces set with urgency. Yet, amidst the chaos, Murtasim found his purpose-not as a husband who had failed, but as a man who would spend his life rebuilding the trust he had shattered, no matter how long it took.

As they lifted Meerab onto the stretcher, Murtasim walked alongside, unwilling to let her go, reminding himself of the fragile, broken love they had-and the arduous journey ahead to heal it.

Hey guys....This is the first time I am writing a story so your feedback and constructive criticism is more than welcome. This going to be based on my version of Tere bin after episode 47. This based on the original MR track. Do let me know your thoughts about it.

What do you think will happen next? Let me know your theories!