Chapter 16 Part 1 (Murtasim aap sofey par mat soye mujhe accha nhi lagta)


Maryam and Mahjabeen stealthily approached the back entrance of Malik Zubair's house, staying close to the shadows. Their hearts raced with anticipation as they prepared themselves for what lay ahead. Maryam's anger fueled her determination, while Mahjabeen's innocent face now wore a mask of determination and wrath.

As they reached the entrance, they exchanged a knowing glance, reaffirming their shared resolve. Maryam gently pushed the door open, and they slipped inside, entering the dark and silent interior of the house.

The sound of their footsteps echoed through the empty halls as they made their way towards Malik Zubair's room. They were careful to avoid any servants or guards who might be patrolling the area. The silence of the house added to the tension, making every creak of the floorboards seem magnified.

Finally, they reached the door to Malik Zubair's room. Maryam's hand trembled slightly as she turned the doorknob, pushing it open slowly. The room was dimly lit, with the moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the furniture.

Mahjabeen remained guard outside as Maryam went in to find Malik Zubair sitting peacefully by the window side.

Tears welled in her eyes as she caught a glimpse of him, his presence evoking a myriad of emotions within her. Seizing the moment, Maryam, with a bittersweet determination, approached him slowly with a smile on her face.

"Malik Zubair, kya haal chaal?" she softly uttered, her voice carrying a delicate blend of longing and pain.

Astonished, Malik Zubair's eyes widened in disbelief. "Maryam? Tum yahaan..." he trailed off, his voice filled with a mixture of surprise as he stood up.

"Ji, aapki kuch cheezein wapas karni thi," Maryam replied, her voice trembling with the weight of unspoken words.

Curiosity mingled with trepidation as Malik Zubair questioned, "Kya?"

Maryam's voice grew firm, laced with a lingering sorrow. "Ye jooti aapne di thi na," she said, her gaze fixed on the ground, her voice barely a whisper.

"Maryam yaar, aankh mein lagegi," Malik Zubair protested, his voice filled with concern, as she removed it and threw it on him.

"Toh lagne do... mere dushman andhe ho accha hi rahega mere liye," Maryam retorted, her voice laced with a mixture of pain and defiance, removing the other one and aiming it at him.

"Maryam, tum kaisi baatein kar rahi ho," Malik Zubair exclaimed, his voice filled with anguish.

Fierce determination etched across her face, Maryam continued, her words slicing through the air, "Aise kyun act kar rahey aap jaise aapne kuch kiya nahi... mere bhai se badla lene ke liye aapne mera istemaal kiya. Mere jazbaat se khela, mohabbat ho gayi thi mujhe aapse... magar aapne toh mere jazbaat aur mohabbat ka qatal kar diya. Pure ghar se ladi thi mai aapke liye, apna college, zindagi, sab qurban karne wali thi. Magar afsos, ye badla zyada pyaara tha aapke liye."

Silence hung heavy in the air as her words reverberated through the room, each syllable carrying the weight of shattered dreams and unfulfilled desires. The truth, once veiled in the illusion of love, now stood naked, exposed to the harsh light of reality.

"Maryam, maine tumhe dhoka kab diya?" Malik Zubair's voice trembled with a mix of confusion and desperation as he looked at Maryam, his face contorted in pain.

Maryam's gaze hardened, her eyes reflecting a deep-rooted anger and betrayal. She took a step closer, her voice laced with bitterness, "Mai ammi ke saath aayi thi uss din, sab suna tha maine." Her words were filled with accusation, emphasizing the deception she had uncovered.

Malik Zubair's eyes widened, realization dawning upon him. He had underestimated Maryam's determination and resourcefulness. He pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation, "Maryam, tum mujhse kyun nahi mili uske baad, mai sachme mohabbat karta hu tumse. Tumhe kitne call kiye maine, kitne khat likhe magar koi jawab nahi aaya. Phir tumhari ammi ne kaha ki tumhari shaadi karadi hai."

Maryam's face remained cold and unyielding as she retorted, "Meri ammi par jhootein ilzam laganey ki zarrorat nahi, maine sab suna tha uss din." The weight of her words hung in the air, a testament to the depth of her pain and the shattered trust.

Malik Zubair's voice wavered as he tried to defend himself, "Adhura jumla suna tha tumne."

Her voice cut through the silence, holding an air of finality, "Nahi puri baat suni thi, aapko zameen chahiye thi isliye mera istemaal kiya... bas ab mujhe kuch nahi sunna hai. Malik Zubair, I hope jo aapne mere saath kiya, jitni takleef mujhe di hai, utni takleef aapko ho."

Maryam felt this was enough,  she spoke up, her voice firm, "Mahjabeen chalo."

As soon as she called the name, Mahjabeen entered the room.

But Malik Zubair, now realizing the gravity of the situation, tried to stop them, his voice filled with desperation, "Maryam, tum nahi jaasakti yaha se."

Maryam's resolve remained unshaken as she faced Malik Zubair. "Mai jaongi aur aap mujhe rok nahi sakte... Mahjabeen." With those words, she revealed the bottle of chloroform, a sinister glint in her eyes.

Together, Maryam and Mahjabeen swiftly moved towards Malik Zubair, their hands working in tandem. Within a few minutes Malik Zubair fell unconscious.

With a mischievous glint in their eyes, they unleashed their secret weapon – a can of colorful face paint. As they dipped their brushes into the vibrant hues, they couldn't help but exchange mischievous smiles.

With exaggerated strokes and bursts of laughter, they transformed Malik Zubair's face into a whimsical masterpiece, resembling a clown straight out of a circus. The room filled with an unexpected mix of tension and amusement as the comical image took shape.

Maryam and Mahjabeen struggled to contain their giggles, barely able to maintain their seriousness. The sight before them was both satisfying and amusing, a visual representation of their triumph over his deceit.

"Mahjabeen, mera badla pura hogya," Maryam managed to say between fits of laughter, her voice filled with a mix of vindication and amusement.

Mahjabeen nodded, a wide grin on her face. Her laughter echoed through the room, blending with Maryam's, as they reveled in the unexpected hilarity of the revenge.

The once tense atmosphere had transformed into a peculiar mix of vengeance and comedy. It was a moment they would cherish, a fleeting respite from the pain Maryam had endured.

With tears of laughter streaming down their faces, Maryam and Mahjabeen finally regained their composure. They locked eyes, finding strength in their unity, and with renewed determination, they left the room, leaving behind a bewildered Malik Zubair – a clown with a shattered ego.

When Malik Zubair regained consciousness, he found something wet on his face, he walked towards the mirror to find a clownish face stared back at him, Malik Zubair's eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't fathom the absurdity of the situation, and the contrast between his once arrogant demeanor and the now ridiculous appearance left him utterly dumbfounded.

In his anger he ran out of the room, to stop Maryam before she escaped. But he was met by Murtasim Khan and his men, he quickly turned around to hide his face.

Murtasim Khan's face was a canvas of anger and indignation. The news of Shahbaz Alam's death had ignited a fire within him, fueling his rage. As he confronted Malik Zubair, his voice was laced with a seething fury.

Murtasim's words were sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. "Tumne socha tha tum bach jaoge, hai na? Malik tumne masoom logon ki zindagi se khilwad kiya, aur ab tum uski keemat bhugtoge."

His eyes were filled with a mix of hatred and determination. Murtasim had vowed to avenge Shahbaz's death, and now, faced with the man responsible, his anger burned brighter than ever.

"Tumne meri khamoshi meri kamzori samjhi, Malik Zubair," Murtasim continued, his voice resonating with a cold resolve. "Tumhari jurm-o-sazish saza se bachegi nahi."

Murtasim's fists clenched at his sides, his body tense with the desire for justice. The weight of Shahbaz's loss hung heavy on his shoulders, pushing him forward with an unwavering determination to seek retribution.

However, little did Murtasim know that fate had a surprise in store for him. As he confronted Malik Zubair, a sudden twist of events unfolded before his eyes. Unbeknownst to him, his sister Maryam and his wife Mahjabeen had orchestrated a revenge plan of their own, culminating in the comical transformation of Malik Zubair's face into that of a clown.

When Murtasim saw Malik Zubair's clownish appearance, an unexpected emotion flickered across his face—amusement. A bemused smile tugged at the corners of Murtasim's lips as he struggled to stifle his laughter. The sight of Malik Zubair, once a powerful figure, now reduced to a ludicrous caricature, sparked an unexpected amusement within him. He couldn't help but appreciate the poetic justice in the situation.

The clash of emotions within Murtasim—anger and amusement—created a complex tapestry of feelings. While his anger towards Malik Zubair remained steadfast, the unexpected twist injected a touch of levity into the intense atmosphere.

As Malik Zubair attempted to flee, Murtasim's amusement quickly dissipated, replaced once again by his anger and determination. He called upon his men to apprehend Malik Zubair, ensuring that justice would be served for the crimes committed.

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