I've Got My Eyes On You

Chapter 45 - Mild 🥀

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But as they passed Haider, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. His eyes, cold and calculating, fixated on Meerab with a twisted sense of possession.

Without warning, Haider's men scattered around. "Don't you think we need to talk?" he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. Meerab's heart raced as she tried to pull away, her pulse pounding in her ears. "Haider, leave her!" Dua shouted, her voice trembling with fear and anger. But her plea only seemed to amuse him.

At Haider's signal, his men forcefully pulled Dua away, pushing her to the opposite side. Meerab struggled against Haider's grip, her skin crawling at the touch. "Hath choro mera!" she demanded, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and defiance. But Haider only tightened his hold, his smirk widening as he leaned closer. His grip tightened mercilessly around Meerab's wrist as he began to drag her with him, his pace swift and relentless. Each step he took was a jolt of pain for Meerab, her feet stumbling as she struggled to keep up with his forceful pull. "Haider" She yelled again as she tried to pull back. Her other arm going to her stomach. Fear surged through her veins, her heart pounding wildly as she fought against his iron hold. The roughness of his touch, the cold determination in his eyes, sent a shiver down her spine. Meerab desperately tried to resist, her free hand moving from her stomach to his hand, clawing at his grip, but it was like trying to move a mountain. Her breath came in short, panicked gasps, her mind racing as she realized the gravity of the situation. Haider's face was set in a cruel, twisted expression, his lips curled into a sneer as he dragged her further away from safety, from Dua, from everything familiar. With a swift, brutal motion, Haider shoved her into the backseat, the force of it making her stumble and hit her head against the doorframe. The cold leather of the seat pressed against her as she tried to scramble back, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Haider loomed over her, his eyes dark and filled with a twisted satisfaction as he slammed the door shut, trapping her inside. The sound of the lock clicking into place was like the final nail in a coffin. But for whom?

Murtasim stood against the glass window of his office. His thoughts were entirely consumed by Meerab. He had insisted on going with her, but she had gently refused, wanting to take Dua instead. Murtasim had agreed, albeit reluctantly, and now the restlessness gnawed at him. The sunlight streamed in, casting a warm glow on his face, but all he could feel was a growing unease. His phone buzzed, but it wasn't the call he was waiting for. "Okay" He murmured before dismissing the call from one of the employees. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, his mind replaying their last conversation. He trusted Dua with Meerab, but something about today felt off. The meeting had been important, yes, but nothing compared to her safety.

The screen lit up with the message he had sent her earlier: "Call me when you see this. I love you." He hoped she'd see it soon and call back. His fingers drummed against the window frame as he imagined her laughing at his concern, telling him he worried too much. But that's how it was-he couldn't help it. The world felt a little too chaotic when she wasn't by his side.

He looked down at his hand, clenching it into a fist as if trying to grasp some semblance of control. The office around him faded away, and all he could focus on was the need to hear her voice, to know she was okay. Restlessness overtook Murtasim as he uncrossed his arms, the tension evident in the way his fingers tugged at the cuffs of his crisp white shirt. With a fluid motion, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing strong forearms that flexed as he worked, the muscles tense with unspent energy. The worry etched on his face did nothing to diminish his charm; in fact, it only added to the intensity that surrounded him. Even in his anxiety, he exuded a magnetic allure, every movement deliberate yet filled with the unease that wouldn't leave him. He sank into his chair, the leather creaking softly under his weight, his gaze distant as he tried to focus on anything other than the gnawing concern for Meerab. The faint lines of worry on his forehead only enhanced his breathtaking presence, making him look every bit the man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, yet somehow, still remained devastatingly handsome. He ran his hand through his hair again before turning to the file he was to go through. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the room, and he felt the minutes stretch into what felt like hours.