Meerab, the sole heir to the Ahmed gaddi, was the perfect concoction of fiery, head strong yet empathetic, and of course, beguilingly stunning to anyone that snook a glance; coincidentally, those same qualities are what captivated Murtasim Khan all those years ago too.

| Leaving behind the frayed ends of our past, stitch your pulse straight to my heart | A medical romance with slices of secrets, angst, a tangled past and a second chance for two indiviudals from opposite sides of the country with no other connection than fate and a roller-coaster two-week romance which left one with a bitter aftertaste and the other with a whole lot more. The names of the main characters are inspired by the show Tere Bin. There are no other references or similarities to the show. Cover designed by my darling moonshine_1 and couplet at the top penned by the lovely Lavender Moon ♡

Meerab and Murtasim reunite at a friend's wedding, stirring up unresolved feelings from their past. As old wounds resurface, they grapple with the possibility of second chances amidst the echoes of their shared history.

A series of non-sequential, unrelated one-shots/drabbles featuring either canon MeeraSim (aligning with the show) or alternate universe MeeraSim (new settings, etc). Some drabbles were originally posted on Twitter (@misskaahaani). Note: Mature rating for some chapters.

What happens when a flirty chatterbox is forced to marry an arrogant feudal lord? --- "Kya soch rahi ho Mahjabeen?" Murtasim asked as he saw the serious look on her face, she smiled and whispered to him. "Koi insaan itna khoobsurat kaise ho sakta hai" Murtasim was flustered at that, and he couldn't help but sigh. He thought she was still upset about what he had said, but the way she moved on amazed him. "Tum naaraz nahi ho?" Murtasim asked, her response came in the form of a soft shake of her head. "Ek baat puchu," she whispered, her voice a tender melody that melted his heart. "Haan pucho," he replied, his voice filled with anticipation and a touch of vulnerability. "Agar uss din meri jagah koi aur ladki hoti tab bhi aap usse nikkah karlete?" she asked the question that had always bugged her. ***

(A STANDALONE WATTPAD BOOK) "𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃. 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓, 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐃, 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐃. 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃. 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐃. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒. 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄." - Read The Global Newspaper after 1 week of Infamous India-Pakistan Partition of 1947 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫... 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐋𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞... 𝐔𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 , 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦... 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄... ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Please - VOTE • COMMENT • FOLLOW • SHARE - For this Wattpad version to continue.

"Sometimes you have to break a little to let the light in." Post last episode. They may be two broken souls but their jagged pieces fit together perfectly to make one.

If 21-year-old Murtasim Shahnawaz Khan were to rank television-worthy revelations in his family, the revelation that Meerab was his chacha-saab's daughter, a Khan, would take the cake. If the secret had shaken him less, he would have enjoyed her gobsmacked expression more. But he was too busy worrying about the new musibat he had inherited - the annoying girl who was once a mere acquaintance was now someone he was forced to understand. Forced to protect. Forced to accommodate into his already complicated life. Follows Meerab x Murtasim during her summer visits to the Khan Haveli | Tere Bin AU based on "what if everyone found out the truth of Meerab's parentage in a less dramatic way".

A collection of Terebin OneShots I will be writing all the what-ifs I had while watching the TereBin Drama

𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙈𝙚𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙢 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙮 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙.