The entire Khan mansion was glistening with lights and flowers.... as if it was sending an invitation to the universe of the grand reception.... the decoration from the main street to the Khan mansion declared the royal power of the family.... "...Good that we postponed the function for a week... your hand recovered pretty well..." Saba gladly exclaimed as she put the ornament around the bride's hand and clipped it properly...

"Oh my my... look at my girl..." Haya was stumped taking a glance at her sister as she almost ran to give her a hug followed by her mother, Anila Gulzar .... "YOU LOOK ABSOLUTELY BREATHTAKING!" she emphasized... "MashAllah... MashAllah" Mrs. Begam took an instant sadqa of her daughter-in-law as she walked in with the Gulzar ladies.... Meerab was wearing a Kundan net lehenga with peach-colored lining. It had a short overlapping shift shirt with delicate floral hand embellishment, full sleeves, and a tissue cuff finish.... the fully decorated large flared lehenga was composed with various floral and geometrical detailing... the Kundan dupatta had embellished borders with spray and pearl detailing finish.... she donned a voluminous floral bun with twisted strands, the baby breaths tucked over the bun added a uniqueness and calm vibes to her hairstyle.... the emerald & diamond bridal jewellery set complemented her attire and hairstyle, whereas, her little make-up with voluminized eyelashes and dark smudged kohl completed her overall look of an ethereal angel.... the subtle aroma of Jasmine and Rose with an oriental freshness from Coco Mademoiselle Chanel Paris created a bubble of pure fantasy world around her....

"WOW!" Maryam just found herself speechless where Zubair just looked at his baby sister with absolute pride .... if that night the last minute emergency call did not compel him to leave his beloved sister on her wedding night, then things could have been a bit different today...... Would he be able to prevent the entire circumstance from taking a 180 degree turn?.... Was it called destiny? should he be thankful to the one above that he was not present the other night which prevented him from stopping his sister from getting married to Murtasim Shahnawaz Khan? .... He had a different perspective on the marriage until yesterday when he learnt the bitter truth from his chacha saab, Anwar Gulzar, about his sister and his heart sank at the realization.... He was afraid how Meerab would take it but was glad that she was not there to learn the truth.... she would have been devastated.... she would have lost her desire to live knowing how badly she responded to unpleasant news.... it would be better if she did not know.... he wanted his sister to start her life fresh from here, the Khan family...a part of him needed to betray her for her own good.... while the other part was afraid to take the chance of throwing their relationship at a thin layer of ice .... after learning about Murtasim's care and affection for Meerab from Haya, he was more than glad and thankful to the one above that Meerab was in safe hands...

She was sitting on the stool before the vanity desk set looking innocent and pretty ... his heart was overwhelmed at the sight of her as he recalled that he never got to see off his sister at her wedding... Zubair slowly walked up to her and opened his hands before her to which she smiled at him and placed both hands on his open palms.... Haya moved to stand behind Meerab when the brother gently kneeled on his left knee before the bride.... "My Meerab... my sweet little Meerab... I have always promised you that I would be the one to hand you over to your prince charming ... to make sure that you were in safe hands.... would make sure that you would not cry during your farewell..... " his voice was breaking as eyes were filling up ...taking a deep sigh, he continued ..." ...but I failed... I am sorry .... I am so sorry for breaking my promise... " the tears finally rolled down his face and he looked at her hands which were now tightly held by her sister like before when she used to be heartbroken by her baba....

"Bhai" her soft voice expressed the state of her heart.... releasing her hands from the grip, Meerab wiped away the tears on his face when hers decided to escape the eyes... Zubair smiled before taking her small hands in his protective ones "...Today I want to fulfill my promise.... I want to assure you that you are in safe hands...." he proudly said.... taking a glance at the Khan ladies, he looked into her eyes and confirmed, "You are truly blessed to have this family.... and I am sure you already figured" Meerab's eyes twinkled with tears as she nodded with a smile.... "awwww...we love you too" both Saba and Maryam synchronized....

"Stop it Bhai... you are going to ruin her makeup" Haya wiped away her tears before making an attempt to lighten the emotional atmosphere.... the room filled with laughter as everyone smiled through tears .... "Her tears are too precious, they can never ruin her day" Zubair meant every word he uttered for his sister as he took out a tissue from the tissue box on the vanity desk and lightly dabbed her cheeks to remove the moisture.... he never shied away from perfecting his sisters' makeup as he always made sure his sisters looked their best at every event....

"Perfect!.... Chaaley?" the man stood up on his feet and extended his right hand to his sister, ready to perform a farewell with pride... Meerab smiled and got up on her feet when Haya and Khan sisters adjusted her lehenga and dupatta....

"Make sure you get an ambulance ready...my sister is ready to give your brother a heart attack" Haya whispered to the Khan sisters and all three girls started to giggle in private... "what happened?" Anila asked ... "nothing" Haya pretended to be adjusting the dupatta.... "Ignore her fupi" Meerab saved Haya from getting a warning from her mother due to her wittiness ...and everyone headed for the grand stage...

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The moment his eyes fell on her, the entire universe seemed to freeze around him.... The time stopped running, the wind stopped blowing, the water stopped flowing, damn his heart stopped beating and probably his lungs stopped functioning too as he was finding it hard to breathe....

Haya quickly took the spot beside him and gently squeezed his left arm, trying to bring his attention to his surroundings... "Breathe bhaia Breathe..... Should I call for an emergency?" She whispered, biting her lips while controlling her chuckle.... "Damn! Your sister is a real killer" he could not help but admit the insanely excessive beauty his wife was blessed with as he watched his brother-in-law escort Meerab through the entrance on the red carpet .... The two mens eyes met and Zubair gestured to Murtasim to which the groom took a couple of steps forward to stand beside him... with care, hope and a genuine smile, Zubair placed Meerab's left hand on Murtasim's right.... It was supposed to be done by a father but Zubair knew his sister's fate played a cruel game and he would never ruin this moment for her.... She deserved this happiness of fulfillment .... "Please take care of my baby sister.... She deserves the best" Zubair requested with sincerity as he affectionately placed his right hand on Meerab's head and kissed the side of her head...

Murtasim curled his fingers around her soft hand as a promise...."Of course!" he assured him with confidence, trust and honesty.... "Bless you both" Zubair took a sigh of contentment as he allowed the groom to escort his wife to the stage while the crowd cheered for the enchanted couple ....

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"Here is your water" Haya handed over a glass of water to Murtasim before taking the seat on his right.... leaning a bit forward, she turned herself to the left to grab the attention of the couple, "So, Did you guys do it yet?" she asked the centers of attention... "H-A-Y-A!!" Meerab gritted her teeth and glared at her when Murtasim almost choked on his water....the poor girl was puzzled with the reaction she received, "What? ... you still haven't taken the bow to the highness yet?.... what is wro–??.... Oh-My-God!" covering her mouth with her palm, Haya almost bursted out laughing realizing how her words were taken in a double meaning by the couple... "tch tch tch... and you still have the audacity to call me Behaya! Dirty minds!" the girl lightly smacked the right arm of her beloved brother-in-law, when all the three looked ahead at the small crowd of the media causing a busy noise....

An elderly woman surrounded by some escorts along with the Khan and Gulzar families were walking towards the stage.... she was wearing a cream colored satin silk saree with a pearl necklace set.... her attire and attitude defined her class and power in the society.... Mr. Shahnawaz Khan extended his hand to the lady to step in and with a gratitude she nodded her head and gracefully walked up the stage towards the couple.... the rest of the company along with the Khan and Gulzar families decided to stay off the stage and give the lady her limelight as the media was busy taking images for their stories...

Murtasim noticed his wife struggling to stand with her heavy attire when he handed over the glass back to Haya, stood up and extended his left hand to Meerab, which she took instantly and pulled herself up... "Naanu" Meerab shared a warm embrace with the lady.... pulling back the lady of the Nawab Amir Ali Empire, Mrs. Munira Ali, smiled with pride ... "MashAllah... my princess is looking exquisite as always" she complimented ..... "You look lovely too" the lady gave an affectionate hug to Haya, who she always considered a part of her family as well.... "Thank you Naanu" the girl grinned when the lady turned to the man....

"Finally, Mr. Murtasim Shahnawaz Khan" she smiled with pride as she walked to the gentleman, who in a royal midnight blue tuxedo, sharp look, stood tall before her with his hands together and head down to meet her eye level, which reflected the respect from one royalty to another.... "It's a pleasure to meet you, Maam" Murtasim flashed his charming smile ... "I would prefer Naanu" she indicated.... "Jee Naanu" he obliged as he gently wrapped his right arm around her shoulder to leave an affectionate kiss on her head and the lady was already impressed.... "heard a lot about you ...quite impressive I must say.... you do know how to stay behind the curtains, dont you!.... hot news and hype, yet not a single shot?.... saving yourself from something?" she teased....Murtasim had the deal with media to not include any images of him in their covers.... he was the mysterious man that people would wonder about.... "rather for someone" Murtasim confessed in his most genuine husky voice....his gaze shifted to his wife, who stopped adjusting her dupatta and looked back at him.... those eyes spoke volume.... they were declaring his utter admiration, adoration and love for his wife....

"He's approved!.... kiss him" leaving the couple astounded behind her, Mrs. Ali grabbed Haya's wrist and left the stage with a content smile on her face...."You Rock! Naanu" Haya giggled with Mrs. Ali.... She was the Queen of her region but that had never stopped her from being herself as strict yet outright whenever she was with her close family.... She always maintained a liberal power within her territory and was appreciated for that by her people....

"I love your Naanu" slipping his left hand into his pocket, while the right one adjusted the button of his coat, Murtasim confessed as he watched the two ladies getting off the stage...."Did she just say you are approved?" Meerab whispered, trying to process her grandma's words... "Who cares? You owe me a kiss!" Leaning forward he whispered as if he could not believe his luck... she glared at him and he looked away, pretending to adjust his bowtie... looking away, Meerab surprisingly found her cheeks flushed...

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It was a long day for both of them.... Leaning against the headboard of the bed, Murtasim watched Meerab performing the night routine of skin care.... her eyes were lost in deep thought.... it reflected her broken heart when she realized her father did not show up for the evening event... it was supposed to be a big day for her, but it seemed like Mr. Anwar Gulzar did not bother to care....and it somewhat bothered him to an extent as well....

"Are you okay?" he broke the silence in the room.... after a while, Meerab replied, "Yes", her voice deceived her own answer as she moved from the dresser to her side of the bed.... Pulling the blanket upto her tummy, she too leaned against the headboard and played with her ring after placing one of the extra pillows on her lap.... "Baba did not come today" a tear had already escaped and she instantly wiped her cheek... he felt an afflictive twist in his heart as he witnessed her breaking into a silent sob.... Murtasim quickly rushed to her side and sat by the edge of the bed, facing her.... Meerab was twisting one of the corners of the pillow cover on her lap as she cried, not meeting his gaze....

He gently took her delicate hands into his and gave it a tender squish...."Shhhh.... Meerab he must have been stuck somewhere.... I'm sure he would never miss it deliberately...." Murtasim tried to pacify her while lying to himself.... she nodded her head negatively and sobbed, "He hates me" she responded still keeping her eyes lowered .... Now that was news for him!.... "Look at me Meerab" he needed her to trust him and she did.... "Why would you say that?" Murtasim asked, perplexed... "Because he .... he believes that ammi .... ammi died because of me, he .... he hates me" she stuttered in between her sobs ....

He did not waste any more time as he moved closer, wrapped his right arm around her waist and left one around her shoulder and gently rescued her into his warm embrace.... "Meerab!.... he might not just be able to get out of the trauma of your mother's death.... I am sure, he does not hate you " he tried to make a lame reason, hoping to calm her down as her tears were crushing him inside.... Murtasim stroked her hair as she rested her head on his right shoulder while silently crying.... she had both her arms wrapped around his right arm, as if holding for some solace.... "We should try to look into the better side of our lives ... of course, it hurts to feel that your parents do not look upto you but we should not ignore the love that we are receiving from the rest of the world" he continued....

Meerab always felt an emptiness within herself whenever she was rejected by her father, be it her school meeting, birthdays, holidays, achieving awards in extra curriculum, or falling ill, she never found him beside her...even if he was, he would say something bitter to turn the moment regretful for her, then Zubair and Haya would come as a rescue to cheer her up..... every time it was Zubair bhai, Anila fupi, Haya or Mallik chachu... although Mallik chachu would be always busy with the business and family land affairs but mostly it was Zubair bhai who would try to fulfill that empty space on behalf of her father.....

"You know, you are very lucky to have so many people love you.... Zubair, Maryam, haya, Anila fupi, Mallik chachu and not to mention everyone in this house is a fan of yours, especially Emad... and I tell you, I started to feel jealous of that barely 2 ft creature" Murtasim attempted to lighten the mood and succeeded as his little remark had earned him a smack from his lovely wife.... he could feel her light chuckle against his right should.... Meerab pulled herself back to look at him.... she did not blink away and just watched his pure and sharp face...he held her gaze with his and smiled..... she indeed found solace in his arms as she thought .... the man did not give her any lecture or analysis on the deeper meaning of mental state yet he won her heart with his simple pacifying remarks.... her eyes flickered between his eyes and lips when she felt his warm hands on her cheeks, wiping away the moistness... to both of their surprise, Meerab slowly leaned over and placed a gentle yet quick kiss on his right cheek..."Thank you" she whispered before pulling back....

"Anytime" he did not want to make it more awkward for her anymore as he realized how much guts she used to take that step in this situation.... he would treasure it as a little token of appreciation.... getting off the bed, he helped her lie down on the bed and pulled the blanket over her.... "Good night" he smiled before walking over to his side of the bed....

She watched him tugging himself under the blanket on his side of the bed... "So, I owe you nothing" Meerab bit her lower lip to suppress the sudden flush of heat and turned to her right, away from his excruciating gaze.... "... Nice try my dear lovely wife.... but too bad, there is no exchange offer.... You still owe me a kiss!".... "well, keep dreaming then" she teased in her low tone... "Oh that I do all the time" he smirked at her back....' Allah! She will be the death of me one day!' and the man gulped in the sudden urge of passion...

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Dressed up in black and white, Murtasim was ready for the meeting with the foreign delegates.... He decided to ignore the jacket and only use the vest along with the matching black tie.... while he finished folding his sleeves upto his elbows, his eyes fell on his wife who just came out of the washroom in a baby pink anarkali suit as she was adjusting the chiffon printed dupatta over her busts.... her wavy blow dried hair fell straight over her back and shoulder.... the side partition of her hair along with the golden nose ring and the pink lip gloss with no makeup at all was a tantalizing treat to the eyes.... 'Is this woman for real?... how can someone look so innocent yet sexy at the same time? ... shouldn't that be declared a crime?' he wondered....

Murtasim walked towards the dresser and stood behind Meerab, who was busy putting on the tiny earrings when their eyes met through the mirror.... she noticed how his eyes were scanning through her face...completing her task, she turned around to face him.... before she could open her mouth, he took a step closer due to which she took back one and hit herself with the dresser as she grabbed onto the edge of the wooden top behind her when Murtasim caught her by the waist and held her steady against his torso.... his sudden pull had her clutch onto both his masculine upper arms, whose fine shapes were visible over the smooth fabric of his dress shirt .... It took Meerab a moment to realize their position when she looked up to meet his gaze which she doubted was ever moved away from her ...

His eyes... those molten caramel eyes piercing through the core of her soul... she tilted her head a bit as she tried to read those eyes... they were scanning each and every corner of her face as they flickered all over her features.... with each move of his gaze, she would feel a shiver down her spine.... what were they hiding behind those curtains of mystery... all of a sudden she felt the urgency to know what she felt for him.... why would her heart flutter at the sight of him, at the mere touch of his, at the delightful presence of him?...why would her body react excitedly to his every little touch?

"Murtasim" she called out absent-mindedly in an unknown passionate voice when he took a deep sigh of defeat and gulped in the intensity of her voice before resting his forehead against hers with his eyes closed.... and she froze on her feet.... his warm breaths on her face was not keeping her mind straight .... she wanted to bring him back to his senses but her heart refused to comply with her brain....

He was supposed to be the predator to conquer her but instead ended up becoming the prey.... he was supposed to be taking her down with all his power and passion but found himself helplessly surrendering his entire being at her feet... keeping his eyes closed, he was absorbing the fresh aroma of lavender vanilla bodywash from her skin as he took a long breathe against her skin .... damn! he was falling for this woman.... he was falling so deeply for this woman that he was willing to let her play with him however she wished .... crumble him, hurt him, tear him apart, break him into pieces, but atleast hold onto him and let him feel her outside and inside...

Unfortunately, he figured that he had to control this unholy sinful desire for his wife.... "Have you ever felt a desire for anyone?" pulling back, he asked her almost whispering, captivating her gaze with his.... She nodded negatively, eyes still under his spell while her body was heating up under his skin... "insanely, immensely, and ardently pining for someone?" he added as his gaze now flickered between her eyes and lips.... then leaning forward, he gently nuzzled his nose against her right cheek as he continued, "felt like burning the entire existence of the universe just to get a glimpse of the person, feel the flesh against yours, and make love till eternity?".... Meerab closed her eyes as she felt her breaths were getting heavier with his proximity and she was running out of air.... the way his hands moved all over her waist up and down were sending sheer goosebumps all over her body....

"Call me a Jerk! but this is exactly what I feel for you, Meerab".... her name never sounded so profound until it was uttered by him at that very moment... the heated sensation was going out of proportion now as her clutch onto his arms got tightened when she felt his soft lips pressed against hers before she heard him utter under his breath "God, you drive me crazy"... it was a slow kiss as he nibbled on her lower lip as if taking proper taste of each tiny little piece of her mouth.... Meerab slowly moved her fingers from his arms up to wrap them around his neck as she brought him closer, allowing him to explore deeper.... With the unexpected encouragement, he wrapped his left arm around her waist to pull her closer while right hand grabbed the back of her neck, positioning her head to get a better access for ravishing her...

The knock on the door brought them out of their fantasy world when Murtasim cursed the person behind the door and Meerab quickly pushed him back to get out of his sight, all flushed... love was indeed in air for the both souls.....

It was Feena to inform Meerab that her father and brother were here to meet her.... after a lot of discussion, Zubair finally convinced his uncle to come visit Meerab to apologize for his absence in the Walima.... the girl got excited and quickly rushed to the living room to meet her family....

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She stood there frozen with the pile of papers in hands that was handed over by her 'so called father'.... "According to this document, since you are married off outside our family, you no longer inherit any property, business, or land of the Gulzar family and will never wish to claim such in the future... now sign it" Mr. Anwar exclaimed without any mercy in her voice while Mr. and Mrs. Shahnawaz Khan along with Saba watched the poor girl trying hard to digest the piece of information, holding the papers ...

"Where is this coming from? I don't think we have had such a discussion when you agreed to come here.... She is the daughter of the Gulzar family.... you can't just disconnect her from the family like this...." Zubair interrupted, not appreciating the direction of the conversation....

"Zubair, stay out of it" Anwar declared...

"Stay out of it? She is my sister." Zubair was raging...

"SHE IS NOT YOUR SISTER" Anwar roared... when Murtasim entered the scene and was stunned...

"SHE IS NOT A PART OF MY FAMILY.... SHE IS NOT MY DAUGHTER.... She is the daughter of my unfaithful wife and his bloody beloved friend" Anwar pointed at Mr. Shahnawaz Khan, when everyone's attention moved to the head of the Khans.... "Why are you quiet, Khan?....Tell me, I am bluffing!" he questioned the head of the family, who stood there with a calm face....

"Isn't it why you always had your eyes on her the moment you found out about her true identity to fulfill the promise you made to your bloody friend on his deathbed?" Anwar revealed and the useless papers fell off her hands....

She felt as if someone had mercilessly dragged the ground off her feet and she was falling deep into a hole as Meerab clutched onto Zubair with her right hand, looking down, trying to bury herself wherever possible.... her brother's protective arms instantly came around her as he held her close to his heart when Meerab buried her face in his chest while covering both ears with her hands, suppressing the wave of emotions that was threatening to erupt like a volcano.... "Stop it, Chacha Saab!... please ..." he requested as the atmosphere in the room was getting darker and he did not want any drama in his sister's in-laws place, especially about her own existence....

"I have been tolerating her because of my family's reputation.... otherwise, she is NOTHING but a piece of tra–" Anwar exclaimed.... "MURTASIM!!", this was the second time Mr. Shahnawaz had to stop his son from almost sending Mr. Gulzar into the light... The moment this man uttered those abhorrent words for his wife, the loaded gun was out, pulling the hammer, he pointed at his face, and the trigger was pulled without a second thought, ready to take him down for good... shame, the bullet missed the skull yet again... thanks to his father yet again....

"You promised, you would not utter a word about it, Chacha saab" Zubair was heartbroken at the turn of the event when he felt a sudden jerk as Meerab moved away from his embrace.... eyes were puzzled in disbelief... the last thing she needed to hear was the man who she considered her brother, her mentor, her well-wisher, her family betrayed her.... "I swear Meerab I did not know anything until last week.... a part of me wanted to tell you but I did not want to break your already bruised heart... please believe me, beta" Zubair pleaded in his broken voice as tears started forming in his eyes and he felt so helpless, cursing himself .... the term 'beta' did not sound turthworthy or caring anymore...

There were no more tears.... no more self-pity .... no more expectations... no more love or care.... no more nothing ....Turning to her right, Meerab ran inside her room, ready to bid adieu from the face of the earth .... "Murtasim, please watch her, she will harm herself" Zubair pleaded to which his brother-in-law threw a disgusted look at Anwar Gulzar, " God forbid, if anything happens to her, I swear, I will erase the very existence of you from the face of the earth" his eyes testimonied his words before rushing inside after his wife...

"You know Anwar, I always thought you were very cunning but Waqas never believed me, he always considered you as his brother" Shahnawaz finally opened his mouth.... "He was my step-" Anwar tried to interrupt which was cut off by Mr. Khan "ENOUGH!.... Do you even know the damn truth?" he shouted..

"What do you mean?" Mr. Gulzar enquired.... "..... how is he even your step brother when your mother was never married to his father.... Now go and figure out the truth of your own identity!.... and for your information, Nadia and Waqas loved each other and they had a court marriage 3 months before you emotionally manipulated Waqas's father to get you married to Nadia forcefully... so, Meerab was never an illegitimate child and NEVER EVER DARE to talk filthy about my daughter-in-law Anwar... I swear, I will personally bury you alive.... you always played dirty games to keep Waqas away from his father and he was fully aware of it but never exposed you because he sympathized with you since you lost your mother and his father was your only unofficial family ...." he concluded...

It took Anwar Gulzar moments to digest the truth and to avoid any more embarrassment he left the place, followed by Zubair, who silently apologized for the unexpected turn of event.... meanwhile, Saba was glad that Emad was out to the nearby playground with Feena and Bakhtu so that he did not have to hear the gunshot, speaking of which her heart broke at the thought of her sister-in-law...

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Sitting under the freezing cold shower in the bathtub, Meerab looked into the space ahead of her as she rested her head back against the wall, letting the water freeze herself so that she did not need to ponder about the sudden turn of event in her life .... one of the attempted perilous habits of hers that had almost killed her couple of times in the past...

Murtasim could not find her in the room and rushed to the washroom to find her sitting under the running shower.... he turned off the shower faucet, grabbed a towel from the nearby wall mounted hanger and wrapped it around her before pulling her out of the shower... he removed the completely drenched dupatta off her chest....Murtasim noticed that Meerab was losing her energy as she stopped after a couple of steps and was numb. Eyes fixed on the space, no sign of blink. He was afraid she was going to slip into hypothermia. He gently dabbed the towel around her hair and tried to absorb as much moisture as possible from the hair before wrapping it back over her chest...

"Meerab, you need to change yourself. Your body temperature dropped significantly. You will get hypothermia", he whispered to get absolutely zero reaction out of her...so he touched her cheeks as he cupped them in his palms.....Murtasim instantly got concerned as they felt like two cubes of ice from arctic. He knew he could not waste time calling out for help and giving explanations... he quickly closed the door of the walk-in closet behind him and surfed through her closet to finally grab a cotton night gown that seemed to be long enough to cover her entire body as the last thing he wanted to do was to touch her sensitive area and shatter her completely.... He had the rest of his life to explore every part of her body, but not now....

He directly looked into her eyes, trying to catch her attention and he succeeded as Murtasim locked her eyes with his. "Meerab, I will help you change...and I promise I won't hurt you.." he softly stated but to his dismay she did not react...her eyes were fixed in fear, pain, shame, hatred, and all the worst emotions dedicated to herself....

He made sure to keep his eyes locked with hers....As if his intense gaze was holding her in one piece. The moment he blinked and she would be scattered into a million pieces. He witnessed her blank eyes filling up with tears that threatened to escape. Murtasim carefully wrapped his arms around her to unzip the suit while holding her gaze with his.... making sure the towel did not slip over her front, he held the two ends of it with his left hand behind her while pulling down the drenched suit off her torso underneath the towel.... It was a clash between desire and vulnerability within himself.... Somehow managing the night gown to find the proper position using his dominant hand only, he quickly slid the gown down over her head to keep the eyelock intact... then he gently slipped the sleeves into her arms before letting the towel, suit, and bottom off to the ground...

She was the abandoned piece of everything that nobody required in their lives.... her existence was arranged by an illicit coitus, against the social norms.... when her vision became clear and she realized his presence .... The man who refused to marry her... was this the reason why he did not want to marry her?.... Of course he knew about it...his father knew about it... she suddenly felt her body temperature rising as the rage was transforming every other emotion into a mute mode but before she could confront him, Meerab found every little nerve in her body lose its function, eyes turning blurry when she collapsed in his arms....

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He did not bother to meet her eyes as he kept his gaze intact at the ground space "She hates me, Api" Murtasim revealed with a broken heart.... "and it hurts" he admitted...." I can't see her in tears" he continued... "again it hurts" this time, a drop of tear rolled down his cheek as he clenched his fists, hating himself for falling so weak... it had been almost 10 years when helplessly she witnessed her brother shedding tears for the first time after coming out of coma...