Betrayal always hurts. But when the traitor is your own heart, you can do nothing but follow its whims. And as she stood in the hospital corridors with a heart now yearning for the man behind the closed doors, all Meerab could do was beseech her God and destiny to keep his heart beating. She had just started to fall, trusting him to catch her. Won't it be too cruel for the fates to snatch him away when their journey has just begun?

So hi guys this is my first Wattpad story, was just getting bored so decided to write a story on my favourites Meerab and Murtasim. Please give it a try and I am already sorry for any kind of grammar issues. All rights of this book are mine. It takes a lot of hard work to write a story. Please do not copy any of my ideas ❤️

Deewaana Hua Mastana Hua Teri Chahat Mein Kitna Fasana Hua If she wasn't his Meerab, maybe he would've made her his. But if she wasn't his Meerab, then would he have wanted to make her his? A story inspired by the beautiful lyrics of "Kahani Suno" by Kaifi Khalil. The story is based on my imagination of Murtasim's one sided love for Meerab since their childhood days. Hope people will give this story a chance. *I don't own any of these characters*

"razamandi ke bina ishq par haq jatana-" is simply something I DID NOT, DO NOT AND WOULD NEVER consider for the Murtasim we have known over the past 5 months to be capable of, not even in Nooran's world or any other world for the matter. We have known/witnessed/experienced such adversity, rather animosity happen time and again. It's reality in marital relations all across the globe, cultures and religion irrespective and thus, portrayable for authors and creators in the world of fiction. Whether we accept it or not, it's one of the strongest instruments of sensationalism which hooks audience to it - a reflection of the ugliest of realities that humans are very undeniably attracted to infliction of pain and torture on another. Proved again by the stance of the authorities with the promo. What happened with "Tere Bin" could have multiple and DID have multiple theories to it, as to 12 million possibilities of every why's, how's, if's and if not's. I am no exception and coming up with this one shot was my way of voicing out my theory while giving a form to the imaginations that PEMRA would receive a cerebral attack to even consider or read through. Wish you as happy a time reading and I had writing! <8 To Murtasim and Meerub, and their love that made seem all other portrayals of love overrated in my eye. You inspired. 🤍 P.S. I would, in all probability rewrite other iconic scenes of their's, and try coming up with some exclusive sequences for them as well.

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. ***

Trying to forget promo wrote an escape, the anecdote of Meerasim