Meerab Stories

He had always ruled his world with iron-every law, every gaze, every word binding those around him. Then she arrived, fragile in appearance, fearless in spirit-a spark he neither wanted nor could resist. She should have bowed. She should have obeyed. But desire does not listen, and neither does love when it is a cage. And thus began their Qaid-e-Ishq-a prison of passion, power, and defiance.

this is my first ever try on writing fiction do support silent readers!!!! this is meerab and murtasim moments through my lens... a different POV

Your love ignites a fire within my soul. It changes me for the better.

He was born to rule; on land and high in the skies. She, it seemed, was born to reign over him. He had defied all odds in his life. She was hell-bent on deifying him. Murtasim Shahnawaz Khan's destiny had been written for him; to take over his family's ancestral seat as a feudal lord and live his life for the people. He'd altered destiny. A man of iron-clad principles, he'd silenced all who dared to question him by becoming Khan Murtasim Khan and Captain Khan simultaneously. He did his duty and indulged in his passion. Why did he have to choose one? He made the rules after all... Meerab Waqas Ahmed didn't like rules. Especially ones made to control her, or any woman for that matter. Out with the old, in with the 'whatever the hell I want to do' was the way it worked in Meerab's world. If this meant deifying family tradition to pave her own way in the world, then she was willing to pay the price for her independence. They say if you play with fire, you're bound to burn, but doesn't ice burn the warm-blooded too? Fire and ice went hand in hand, just like desire and destruction. Note: This story is not completely 'mature'. It may include parts which are mature but can be enjoyed otherwise as well. This wonderful, amazing cover is by moonshine1_ 🤍

Collection of short stories on Pak drama "Tere bin"

A short, heartfelt birthday story for Wahaj Ali: the tale of a quiet boy born in Lahore on a foggy December morning who was gifted moonlight by his city, and spent his whole life learning how to give it back, one story at a time. From a seven-year-old with a broken Handycam to the man whose eyes still hold the same winter sky, this is a love letter from a fan to the light Lahore calls its own.

When a scandal destroys rising actress Meerab's reputation overnight, the industry that once worshipped her becomes the first to abandon her. Roles vanish, friends disappear, and even her fiancé walks away without a fight. In a world built on image and illusion, she becomes everyone's favourite villain - except his. Murtasim Khan, her co-star with a guarded heart and belief , refuses to believe the lies. When the noise becomes unbearable and the world grows cruel, he does the unthinkable , he steps into the fire with her. Not for fame. Not for sympathy. But because someone had to stand beside her when everyone else ran. And when protection isn't enough, he offers her the one promise that could save her name... or ruin his. A marriage born from scandal. A bond forged under pressure. A love neither of them were prepared for. In an industry built on compromise, he becomes her only shield- and she becomes the story he never saw coming.

Murtasim, from Hyderabad, stands tall with his signature blend of arrogance and tenderness, his eyes reflecting the fading light as he gazes at Merab. Despite his rough edges-his temper, his trigger-happy persona, and his initial resistance to Meerab's independence-he's shown a softer side, one that respects her intellect and urges her to take charge of their household. Meerab, raised in Karachi with dreams of becoming a lawyer, is fierce and unyielding, her spirit unbroken even by the constraints of their arranged marriage. The sea breeze carries the weight of their unspoken words, as the horizon blurs into shades of orange and purple

A series of Tere Bin scenes reworked... if they were just a bit bolder 🌚 Lots of delulu and random scenes from the show I wrote out of nowhere, and now can't stop-

Two stars crossing the night's expanse, A dance of light in the void's vast sea, Together apart, love's quiet chance, In silence, they love, in silence, they're free.

this is my go to how the story should've progressed after ep 45.

My take on the up coming track. *May sound stupid*

A veil has been lifted and Bilal Abdullah can see versions of the same vivacious woman giving him a hard time in every universe. Can he steal a Meerab for himself? a Bilal x Meerab fic Alternate universe.

An OS or Maybe a short story on our cutest MEERASIM. 🌼

In a village divided by generations of rivalry, Meerab Khan's heart finds itself on an unexpected journey when she falls in love with Murtasim Malik, her family's sworn enemy. Will their love shatter the chains of hatred or add fuel to the feud?

Beautiful , Emotional story ❤️

This is fanfiction based on the characters of Murtasim Khan and Meerab Waqas Ahmad Khan. The story picks up from the angry confrontation between Meerab and Murtasim on the night of Mariyam's bridal send-off.

A Meerasim story set in Punjab.

A random collection of the stories I have imagined of Meerab and Murtasim. If you're attempting to find an order than you wont be able to. This is completely written by randomness

a story of Murtasim and Meerab....when they accidentally meet each other .... that's when their main story starts