Echoes of Heartbreak- meerab and murtasim 's fate.

chapter -19

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The room was thick with silence, the tension almost tangible as Meerab and Murtasim sat beside each other, the divorce papers on the table. Meerab's hands trembled slightly as she held the pen, and Murtasim's fingers hovered over his own. Neither of them looked up, lost in their own storm of emotions.

Jalaluddin, seated at the head of the room, cleared his throat. His voice, calm yet authoritative, broke the silence like a crack of thunder.

"I know you two are adults,"

he began, his gaze steady,

"and you have every right to make your own decisions. But in my opinion, I think you both should postpone the divorce."

Meerab and Murtasim turned to look at him, startled. Their eyes met briefly before they focused on the elder man, who sat with an air of quiet wisdom. Jalaluddin's words carried a weight that made it impossible to dismiss him.

"Anyhow,"

he continued, his tone was softer now,

"Meerab is going to Turkey with her parents. You two can take this time to reflect. After two years, if your decision doesn't change, then proceed with the divorce. But until then, give yourselves the chance to truly think about what this means."

The room was deathly still. Murtasim's jaw clenched, and without a word, he clicked his pen closed and set it aside. His action was swift, decisive. Mahir, who had been observing him, smiled faintly, recognizing the significance of Murtasim's choice.

Jalaluddin leaned forward slightly, his voice resonating with the gravity of his next words.

"Divorce is a very big decision,"

he said, his tone somber and deliberate.

"The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said that of all the permissible things, divorce is the most disliked by Allah. It destroys families, shatters lives, and leaves scars that are difficult to heal. You must take all the time you need to think about this, because once you sign these papers, there is no going back. This signature will determine your future, and it may close doors you cannot reopen. Choose wisely, for Allah does not favor those who make hasty decisions that bring harm to themselves or others."

The gravity of his words seemed to hang in the air. Meerab felt a lump rise in her throat, her hand tightening involuntarily around the pen. Murtasim looked down at the table, his face unreadable, but his actions had already spoken volumes.

"As your grandfather,"

Jalaluddin continued, his voice softening,

"it was my duty to intervene. I had to stop you from rushing into this decision. But now, it is up to you. Will you proceed with the divorce, or will you choose to wait and reflect?"

Jalaluddin leaned back, his eyes resting on the young couple. Haya and Mariyam exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the depth of the moment. Everyone's attention was on Meerab and Murtasim, waiting for their responses.

Murtasim broke the silence first. His voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent of something he couldn't quite name.

"I don't have any problem with this,"

he said, his eyes meeting Meerab's for a fleeting moment.

"If Meerab doesn't have any objection."

Even he was surprised by his own words. Only a few months ago, he had been the one impatiently waiting for this day, eager to sever ties with the woman he saw as a symbol of his revenge. But now, the thought of ending things left a hollow ache in his chest he didn't fully understand.