Strong-willed, fiercely independent, and accustomed to living life on her own terms, Meerab never imagined her future would be decided for her. Thrown into a new household governed by rigid customs and unspoken expectations, she finds herself battling not just her husband, Murtasim, but the suffocating weight of compromise. Pride clashes with pride, and neither is willing to surrender. What begins as resistance slowly transforms into a journey of ego, endurance, and emotional turmoil-where two guarded hearts, bound by fate rather than choice, must learn to coexist... and perhaps, in the quiet spaces between conflict and understanding, discover a love neither of them ever intended to find.

This book brings together multiple short stories, each unfolding over five to ten chapters, where Meerab and Murtasim exist in alternate universes and rewritten destinies.

This story is after Murtasim comes to know of his sister's kidnapping and feeling betrayed at his wife's actions. But this Murtasim, though still emotional but is not as stupid.Also in this, Haya had not accepted her role to Meerab either and did not have the conversation with Maa Begum as Maa Begum was too stressed to think about anything but her daughter.And this Meerab unlike the one in the drama has a conscience and is able to understand when she is in the wrong. One of the few things I loved about Meerab's character at the beginning was that she NEVER apologized when she was NOT in the wrong, so I realized that a person like that WILL DEFINETLY apologize when she is in the wrong because to her apology is not a means to get out of a situation or ease through a difficult conversation, to her apology meant understanding the mistake and actually working towards correcting it. But alas! Drama had to destroy the essence of her character by that stupid Haya misunderstanding and slapping and spitting track, which was absolutely disgusting. They had essentially Killed Meerab's character then and there, because Meerab's morals from the episode 1/2 would not allow her to do that.

Murtasim is a shadow in human form - cold, precise, and utterly heartless, a man who moves through darkness, leaving death in his wake. Everything is as it should be... until one night, Meerab, a bright and full of life florist, accidentally witnesses him commit a murder. In that single, fleeting moment, their lives collide, and the line between hunter and prey begins to blur. Secrets, danger, and desire intertwine as they are drawn into a deadly game - where trust could kill, survival is never guaranteed, and the heart is the most dangerous weapon of all.

In episode 23, Meerab's hand were adorned with gajra " Beautiful" said Murtasim And then the story goes AU-) Bas, ek gajra hi bewafa nikla - toot ka gira aur saath hi Meerab ka entire self-control bhi. Gajra - 1, Contract 0 She narrowed her eyes. "Don't you dare mock me, Murtasim. You gave me your word!" He stood then, towering over her in that infuriatingly composed way, his voice calm but teasing. "I did. And I kept it." Her jaw dropped. "You-what?!" "I didn't break the contract, Meerab," he said, bending slightly so they were eye to eye. "You did." She gaped at him, speechless. "I-what-no! I did not!" He smiled that lazy, devastating smile again. "Everything that happened last night..." His voice dropped, gentle but edged with wicked amusement. "It was with your consent."

This is the story which was previously a short series of my book Tere Bin OS 18+ which got taken down by wattpad recently. I was unable to recover the latest chapters (3 to be exact) so will be re writing those. Earlier it was going to be a 20 chapter series but since I am making it a separate book now I may make it a bit longer. I hope you show it the same love as you did previously. This is a mature story so proceed with caution.

Meerab lived in Murtasim's house, but it wasn't a home - it was a cage dressed in elegance. Every door opened with his permission, every silence ended with his voice. He didn't chain her - he didn't need to. His presence was the lock, his gaze the key she could never find. When she moved, his eyes followed. When she spoke, his tone silenced her. And when she tried to step away, his calm words pulled her right back - "You can go anywhere, Meerab. As long as it's inside my world." She realized then - she wasn't just living with him. She was living inside him. And Murtasim's world was a beautiful, merciless cage built only for her.

Love is a double edged sword, wrought from a blade that is both salve of the soul and the burn of the soul. The one where you meet the beloved in Eden, a gun pointed at their chest. Mere Qaatil. Mere Dilaar. Mere Paas Raho.

Murtasim doesn't make threats. He delivers them. Meerab never bends to an opponent. She obliterates them. But the closer you get to the devil, the harder it is to run.

I don't know when, I don't where. I fell. Now there's nothing to my name. Now I roam. Aik Awaara, Banjaara, Saiyaara. So kill me, Meerab. Why don't you just kill me?