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my dracula lover-4

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, Meerab groaned and rolled over in bed, her dreams still clinging to her like cobwebs in an abandoned attic. She squinted at the alarm clock on her bedside table, the numbers glaring back at her with accusing red eyes. "Five thirty in the morning? Seriously?" she muttered, burying her head under the pillow in a futile attempt to block out the world.

But try as she might, sleep remained elusive, like a slippery fish darting just out of reach. With a resigned sigh, Meerab threw the covers off and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her feet landing on the cold floor with a thud. "Okay, brain," she muttered to herself, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, "time to sort out this mess."

She stumbled into the kitchen, her footsteps echoing in the silence of the early morning. The coffee pot beckoned to her like a siren song, its rich aroma filling the air with promises of caffeine-induced clarity. With trembling hands, Meerab filled the mug to the brim, taking a moment to savor the first sip as it burned its way down her throat like liquid fire.

But even the strongest coffee couldn't banish the memories of her encounter with Murtasim, the mysterious vampire who had invaded her dreams and her reality with equal force. She shuddered at the memory of his icy grip, his piercing black eyes, his mocking smile. "Holy garlic!" she exclaimed, nearly spilling her coffee in her haste to get away from the haunting images.

Determined to put some distance between herself and her nightmares, Meerab grabbed her laptop and settled down at the kitchen table, her fingers flying across the keyboard in a blur of motion. She dove headfirst into her research, determined to uncover the truth behind the enigmatic figure who had invaded her life with all the subtlety of a wrecking ball.

Armed with determination and enough caffeine to make a college student jittery, Meerab delved into the murky depths of vampire lore with the tenacity of a bloodhound on the scent. She pored over dusty tomes and obscure websites, her eyes scanning lines of text like a hawk hunting for its next meal.

"Let's see what we've got here," she murmured, her fingers dancing across the keyboard as she unearthed tales of bloodsucking fiends and centuries-old curses. From Bram Stoker to Anne Rice, she left no stone unturned in her quest for knowledge, her mind a whirlwind of theories and speculation.

But the more she learned, the more questions arose, like a never-ending game of whack-a-mole. "Vampires are supposed to be creatures of the night, right?" she muttered, her brow furrowed in confusion. "So why did Murtasim show up in broad daylight like he owned the place?"

Frustration bubbled up inside her like a pot of boiling water, threatening to spill over at any moment. But Meerab was nothing if not persistent, and she refused to let a little thing like confusion get in the way of her search for the truth.

Tracking down Fardeen Ahmed was like searching for a needle in a haystack, if the needle had a habit of dodging phone calls and avoiding awkward conversations. But Meerab was nothing if not persistent, and after several failed attempts at communication, she finally cornered him in the break room, armed with a stern glare and a steaming cup of coffee.

"Ah, Meerab," Fardeen stammered, looking like a deer caught in headlights. "Fancy meeting you here." But Meerab wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily. With a raised eyebrow and a pointed finger, she demanded answers, and she wasn't leaving until she got them.

"What do you know about Murtasim Khan?" she demanded, her voice as sharp as a knife. Fardeen's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly composed himself, his expression guarded. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about," he replied smoothly, but Meerab wasn't buying it.

"Don't play dumb with me, Fardeen," she snapped, her patience wearing thin. "I know you're hiding something, and I intend to find out what it is."

Fardeen shifted uncomfortably under Meerab's intense gaze, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. "Look, Meerab, I can't just go around sharing classified information," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. But Meerab wasn't about to back down now.