Author's Note:

Guys I want to clear something, Haya is manipulative but not scheming. She is completely different here, Haya actually likes Mahjabeen although she is being petty her schemes wouldn't be much.

I am trying to bring the frenemies arc here.

And how about we start a ship name for Mahjabeen and Murtasim...?

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It was midnight, Haya and Maryam were sleeping like babies but Mahjabeen was restless. Her excitement had snatched away her sleep although tired she couldn't wait for their walima to arrive. Her imagination and thoughts kept her awake, for the first time she felt nervous and actually thought about what she would say to Murtasim. This was the last time she would see him as a groom, and Mahjabeen wanted this day to be the most memorable day of their life.

Mahjabeen walked towards the dressing table, and stared at her reflection. She grabbed a comb and brushed her hair admiring her own reflection in the night air.

"Itni khoobsurat to hu mai", she whispered and wondered if Murtasim actually had feelings for her. Yesterday night Mahjabeen had shared the jungle incident with Haya but her response again made her doubt Murtasim's actions.

"Mahjabeen agar tumharey bajaye koi aur ladki uski biwi hoti, tab bhi Murtasim yahi karta"

Meaning that there was nothing special about their relationship, her response had destroyed any self confidence she held. Her vulnerability was at the peak as she imagined Haya with Murtasim, in the jungle and them being a married couple.

"Murtasim ek padhi likhi biwi deserve karta hai", those words still haunted her and the hurt stacked up as she tried to erase the image of them being together. Her hands trembled as she picked up the phone and dialled a number. On the second ring he picked up the call, and Mahjabeen requested.

"Chatt pe miley?"

Sensing the urgency in her voice, Murtasim agreed. He quickly got dressed and made his way up to the rooftop, wondering what could be troubling Mahjabeen at this late hour.As he stepped onto the rooftop, he saw Mahjabeen standing near the edge, her silhouette illuminated by the moonlight.

Mahjabeen knew tomorrow was a special day of hers, and showing him her insecure side would further dampen their mood. So she kept quiet not saying anything just sitting on the edge of the roof staring at the night sky. Somehow all those negative thoughts washed away, when Murtasim arrived. In reality she couldn't imagine anyone beside Murtasim anymore, in a short period of time he had taken a significant position in her heart.

"Bas ek raat phir aap mere", she whispered softly reassuring herself, Murtasim laughed and continued her sentence.

"Bas ek raat phir aap meri"

"Aap? Accha lagta hai bola karey", Mahjabeen teased facing him now, Murtasim nodded and responded lovingly.

"Aap bohot pyaari hai", this made her giggle, her doubts from a few minutes ago vanished at his words. Murtasim had no idea how much his words carried weight in her heart, she carried them with her. Mahjabeen wanted to mold herself into a woman who actually deserved him.

"Haan aur?"

She continued with her teasing placing her head on her knees gazing at him instead of the starry sky. Murtasim copied her posture and humoured her.

"Aap ki batein usse pyaari"

"Aur?" She asked bashfully and Murtasim controlled the laughter that was breaking out. He realised she was fishing for compliments by teasing him. Murtasim stared at the blushing face and held her chin repeating the word.

"Aap aap aap", they laughed at this, their voices filled with joy and shared amusement. Their laughter echoed with a sense of comfort and familiarity.

"Accha hum boring couple nahi hongey", Mahjabeen declared, a touch of sincerity lacing her words.

"Kaise rehenge phir", Murtasim questioned, his voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of mischief.

"Filmon ki tarah jo humesha khush rehte", Mahjabeen proposed, her voice filled with romantic aspirations. There was a dreamy quality in her tone, envisioning a life filled with everlasting happiness, reminiscent of the movies she adored.

"Aap meri heroine rehengi phir?" he teased, his voice carrying a playful charm.

"Haan nahi toh aur kon rahega", she replied, her voice filled with affectionate assurance. Her words held a touch of possessiveness, emphasizing her deep connection to Murtasim.

"Mai soch raha tha...",Murtasim trailed off, lost in his thoughts. His voice carried a hint of contemplation, leaving Mahjabeen curious and doubtful about what he had on his mind.

"Naam na le, jo bhi hai jaye Maa Begum ko bataye", Mahjabeen interrupted turning away to gaze at the sky.

"Mahjabeen", Murtasim affirmed, his voice gentle and filled with love.

"Dekhye chand kitna khoobsurat hai aaj", Mahajabeen remarked, her voice filled with awe and wonder. There was a gentle admiration in her tone, drawing Murtasim's attention to the beauty of the night sky.

"Aaj do chaand nikley hai kya Mahjabeen", he playfully added, his voice carrying a hint of humor.

"Mujhe maths nahi aata magar ginti aati hai, ek hi chaand hai", Mahjabeen replied, her voice holding a touch of coyness.

"Dusra mere saamne hai", Murtasim revealed, his voice filled with affection and a hint of mischief.

"Haww", Mahjabeen exclaimed, her voice carrying a mix of surprise and delight, realising he was calling her the second moon.

"Itni pyaari baatein karte haina aap", she remarked, her voice filled with adoration.

"Thodi bohot", Murtasim replied his voice carrying a humble tone.

"Aur karein", Mahjabeen encouraged by nudging him, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

"Tum nahi sudhrogi" Murtasim teased, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness, there was an affectionate warmth in his tone.

"Aap", she corrected, her voice playfully echoing his words, enjoying the back-and-forth banter.

"Hmm" he responded, his voice filled with contentment.

"Mera joda bohot pyaara hai", she suddenly expressed excitement evident in her tone. Her walima dress was prettier than nikah one, she had never imagined that she would have such a perfect wedding with the perfect man.

"Haan kya?" Murtasim inquired, his voice filled with curiosity.

"Aapke ghar mai lafzon par bhi pabandi hai?" Mahjabeen remarked, her voice holding a genuine concern. Murtasim and Maryam didn't spoke much and if they did it would be always a reply.

"Nahi kyun?" He asked, his voice laced with amusement.

"Dekh ye phirse do lafzon se zyada aap bol nahi patey" she gently teased, her voice filled with affectionate jest.

"Nahi toh?" He questioned, his voice carrying a touch of playfulness.

"Phirse phirse aap phirse wahi kar rahey", she giggled, her voice filled with light-hearted humor. There was a playful amusement in her tone, enjoying Murtasim's endearing repetition and the familiarity it brought to their conversation.

"Kya karrha hu mai?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of innocence.

"Mujhe pareshan" she replied, scrunching her nose in annoyance and made an act of standing up.

"Accha sorry uthke toh na jao" he pleaded, his voice filled with sincerity. There was a touch of vulnerability in his tone, not wanting their playful banter to create any distance between them.

"Kitni khoobsurat raat hai" she remarked, her voice filled with awe and a softness in her tone, savoring the beauty of the night and the enchantment of their shared moment.

"Do chand haina isliye" Murtasim playfully added, his voice carrying a lighthearted charm, with a joyful lightness in his tone, attributing the radiance of the night, as if she was the other moon illuminating the sky.

"Itne kareeb se pehli baar chand ko dekh raha" he confessed, his voice filled with tenderness and a sense of awe in his tone, appreciating the proximity and intimacy of their encounter with nature's beauty.

"Dil ki baat puchu?" Mahjabeen asked, her voice carrying a mix of anticipation and hesitancy in her tone, seeking permission to express the depths of her emotions.

"Haan bolye" Murtasim encouraged, his voice filled with warmth and reassuring support in his tone, granting Mahjabeen the freedom to speak her heart.

"Aapko mohabbat toh nahi hogayi hai mujhse?" she questioned, her voice tinged with a mix of hope and vulnerability in her tone, baring her insecurities and yearning for his affirmation.

"Hogayi ho toh" Murtasim confessed, his voice filled with tenderness and there was a deep sincerity in his tone.

"Phir mai bhi keh dungi", she affirmed facing him with the prettiest smile that enamored him.

"Kya?" he asked not breaking eye contact.

"Apne dil ki baat" Mahjabeen said, her voice carrying a mix of vulnerability and affection. Her eyes held a gentle intensity, revealing her desire to share her innermost feelings.

"Pyaar ho gaya kya?" Murtasim asked, his voice laced with hope and longing. His eyes searched hers, seeking affirmation of their growing connection.

"Wo toh nahi pata, magar aapki aankhon se nazar hatane ka man nahi karta", Mahjabeen confessed, her voice filled with sincerity. Her eyes held a gentle intensity, conveying her captivation by Murtasim's presence.

"Mat hatao na meri jaan", Murtasim pleaded, his voice filled with tenderness. His eyes softened, revealing his genuine attachment and desire to be close to her.

"Murtasim Khan!" Mahjabeen exclaimed, a playful admonishment in her tone. Her eyes narrowed slightly, feigning disapproval. However, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes betrayed her true emotions.

"Aapke dusre chand ke chaar tukde honey se pehle mai jati hu" Mahjabeen playfully declared, her voice carrying a hint of jest.

"Kon karega" Murtasim replied, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

Mahjabeen giggled and stood up walking away leaving him on the terrace not before answering him.

"Maa Begum"

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A/N: I actually have no idea how to write romance or how couples banter. But I tried my best, I apologize if this chapter was too wordy or heavy to read.