"Zavyar Shah, do you accept Mehrunisa in your Nikkah?"
Rumaysa struggled to breathe, her world spinning as she listened.
Zavyar took a deep breath, his eyes locking on Mehrunisa, who stood motionless, as if turned to stone. He understood the weight of this moment for her, knowing how difficult it was. He cast a final glance towards the door where Rumaysa stood, feeling his heart tighten.
With a heavy heart, he closed his eyes, tears falling freely.
"Qabool hai."
The world shattered for Rumaysa. She took a step back, her heart breaking.
"Qabool hai."
She stepped back further, unable to bear the pain.
"Qabool hai."
Her world stopped. She turned and walked away, leaving Zavyar's world in ruins.
Rumaysa was Zavyar's happiness, his dream, and now she was sacrificed. He took Mehrunisa's hand, his own heart shattered. "Let's go home," he said, though Mehrunisa's tears fell silently. He glanced back, seeing that Rumaysa was gone. Mehrunisa saw the sorrow she had inadvertently caused, wishing she could undo that night which had torn two souls apart.
Rumaysa, a journalist from a wealthy family, had to leave because Zavyar was no longer hers. Her best friend married her lover, and the betrayal was something she could never forgive.
Zavyar, the eldest son of Mustafa Shah, bore the weight of responsibility. Marrying Mehrunisa was a duty he had to fulfill. He had once planned to marry Rumaysa, but now everything was irrevocably changed.
If Mehrunisa could change one thing, it would be that night-she would undo the separation of two lovers and the betrayal of her promise to Hassan.
Zavyar faced Mehrunisa with a resigned look. "I can never love you, and you can never love me, Mehrunisa. You will have everything you wanted as a wife-recognition, name, and status."
Mehrunisa, lost in her own trance, barely heard him. The pain she saw in Rumaysa's eyes haunted her. She couldn't imagine anyone but Hassan and felt she had betrayed both Rumaysa and Hassan.
Murtasim's eyes widened in horror as he stumbled upon Meerab's lifeless body in the bathroom, surrounded by blood. The shattered mirror, his own doing, lay nearby. Guilt and self-loathing consumed him.
"Meerab...no...what have I done?" Murtasim whispered, collapsing beside her.
Flashback:
The previous night, Murtasim's anger and ego had blinded him. He forced himself on Meerab, ignoring her pleas.
"Stop, Murtasim! Please!" Meerab begged, tears streaming down her face.
But he didn't listen.
Afterward, overwhelmed with guilt, Murtasim fled, leaving Meerab shattered and alone.
Haya, finding Meerab traumatized, instigated her to leave Murtasim.
"Leave him, Meerab. He doesn't deserve you," Haya urged.
Meerab, too distraught to comprehend, walked to the bathroom. The shattered mirror seemed to mock her. She grabbed a shard and slit her wrists, letting the darkness consume her.
Present:
Murtasim cradled Meerab's limp body, tears streaming down his face.
"Forgive me, Meerab. I'm so sorry...I love you," he whispered, his voice shaking.
Maa Begum's taunts echoed in his mind, but he couldn't face her or himself.
Murtasim's world crumbled as he realized the extent of his destruction. He vowed to make amends, to save Meerab and their relationship.
But would it be too late?
Murtasim's desperate plea for forgiveness, as Meerab's life hangs in the balance.
Will Meerab survive? Can Murtasim redeem himself?
This story is based on the original MR track
What happens when after the fateful night a shattered and broken Meerab instead of running away decides to end her suffering once and for all? Will she survive? What does the future hold for her?