Solace

"What are you doing?" Murtasim asked a engrossed Meerab tieing her baby hairs in a clip.

"Making dynamite. " Meerab replied to a happy Murtasim.

"Wow. Are you going to sell them? Or they are going to blast on you?" Murtasim talked all nonsense he could.

"Shut up Murtasim. Let me concentrate on the magazine." Meerab dismissed him.

"I took some photographs of animals as I went with baba today. Thought to show you first but never mind."

"Really! You did? Show me."

"Nah. You carry on with your article."

"Accha I will make you coffee. Now show me."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Meerab sighed. She missed him. It's been 3 years she saw him in person. They both drifted apart. He took over their feudal duties and she shifted to Islamabad for her law studies. He never called her, nor texted her. Only time she saw her was when he came to Islamabad for taking her to home.

"Thinking about Murtasim bhai?" Shaista her friend asked her and all Meerab could do is take a deep breath.

"It's so painful. I just can't bear with the fact that he has forgotten me. How will I tolerate someone else with him?" Meerab sobbed hard.

"What happens to you when the matter is him?" Shaista never understood this fact.

"I don't know. It is just I can't control my emotions when it's him. He is my solace. What if he isn't mine anymore?" She sobbed hard.

"He's coming to get you home right? Just ask him. Talk to him and clear it." Shaista suggested.

"It's not easy. It's way more complicated than yours and Kamil's."

"But we solved it right? And you know him your whole life. Leave everyone, trust your Murtasim." She just hummed and resumed packing. Today they were going back home.

Sometimes Meerab wad jealous of Shaista. On the topic how Kamil used to come to meet him once in a month. But Murtasim never came.

It was time to leave. She was bidding bye to Shaista while Murtasim was a silent specter.

"Assalamualaikum Murtasim bhai." Shaista tried to start a conversation.

"Walaikumussalam Shaista. How are you?" Murtasim replied politely much to the girls shock.

"You know my name?"

"I even know this is Kamil Khanzada, your fiancé. How are you brother?"

"I am good. They are too shocked. Well, Shaista I know your Murtasim bhai from last 3 years."

"Tum ghar chalo mai batata hu tumko Kamil."

"Agayi meri shamat."Kamil murmured.

They finally bid adieu to each other and the journey started.

"Aren't you happy that you are finally going back home?" He spoke suddenly startling her.

"Should I be?" She whispered.

"Maybe you should."

"Yes. I am. Finally I will be with my family."

And that's it. It went into drain.

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It's been 15 days since she came back. And still there was no progress in their equation. He didn't spare a glance at her. She dolled up everyday just for him to notice and praise her. Just for him to look at and keep looking at. But unfortunately he never did.

Or maybe he forgot her.

It was the day before Eid and Maryum wanted to go for last minute shopping and Haya tagged in. Meerab was already pissed of due to his ignorance and Haya's acts were adding fuel.

As they urged him to take them to the market, Ma begum asked Murtasim to take Meerab too in which Meerab reculently agreed.

As she came to the parking area, Haya ran to the passenger seat almost pushing Meerab in the process. Meerab scoffed. It wasn't like she couldn't answer her back but she choose not to. Meerab was that one who will attack you in front of someone who will punish you gravely for your deeds.

Maryam laughed at Haya's deed and said

"Haya although you were fast and I appreciate your effort but we are not going in that car. So stay there if you want."

Meerab and Maryum walked towards the other one only for Murtasim to open the door of passenger seat for Meerab. While Meerab was fuming and adamant to not sit there, Murtasim was the one who won the battle.

"Either you are sitting here or we are not going."

The journey to the mall was a not so peaceful one as Haya kept irritating Murtasim with her talks. As it got unbearable, Murtasim shut her up with a sarcastic remark.

"Haya I am calling Bakhtu and you are returning with him. Because you are really a problem to my ears. Can't you just shut up?"

That made Meerab and Maryum laugh. They both shared the same hate towards Haya due her nature. She had no self respect.

As they roamed around one shop to another, Haya tried her luck once again.

"Murtasim, which one is looking good on me?" Haya asked showing bangles set.

"Don't you know what are you going to wear? And I will tell Ma begum to ask sabra aunty for your marriage. Then ask your husband. Stop irritating me. Stupid woman."

They came back home and Meerab was going to her room when Haya called her.

"No matter how much you try, Murtasim will never be yours. I will make sure you are out of the house. He is just mine."

"This is mine, Murtasim's and Maryum's house. You just live here remember? Who are you to get me out of the house?"

"I will marry Murtasim."

"Convince yourself first then come to me."

"What do you think you have what I don't?"

"Beauty, brain, education everything. Even if you dream to marry Murtasim, this house remains my father's house you know. I am not someone like you who is given place to stay here. You are the living example why people don't like to help someone." Meerab's anger was taking control on her rational brain. She didn't want to say something more than this. So she just left the place.

It was chand raat and everyone was busy in applying mehendi or some other chores. As Meerab was applying Mehendi, the designer asked

"Should I write something on your hand?" For a second she wanted to write his name but dropped the idea nodding in a no.

But Haya was an exceptional shameless piece on the earth. She told the designer to write M on her hand which she flaunts that it's for Murtasim.

Currently sitting on the bench placed in the in suite garden of Murtasim's room, she replayed all the dramas that happened in the day.

This garden has always been a special place for them. They both would sit there for hours and talk. Suddenly it was all gone.

She was in deep thought when Murtasim came there. He cautiously took a seat beside her. But when she didn't even utter a word, he softly called her.

"Why are you sitting alone?" Murtasim inquired.

"Nothing. If its disturbing you, I will leave." She wanted to avoid him just like he did.

She almost walked past him when he caught hold off her wrist. Looking at her he swiftly made her sit on his lap. Just like old days. She did some unsuccessful attempts to get herself free from his hold. Accepting the defeat, she sat back.

He pulled her closer while she found herself leaning in his touch. He started taking baby steps

"What changed el corazon?" He whispered.

"You changed. You have forgotten me." She sobbed piercing her heart.

"And please explain how did I do that?" He didn't know that his eyes weren't expert enough to let her know about his feelings.

"You never came to see or meet me. You never called me. We used to write letters but you never did once I left for Islamabad. Kamil used to come just to see Shaista but you never did." She again cried in his neck

Murtasim sighed pulling her closer to him if possible. "You took my solace with you the day you left. You made me feel those emotions which were unknown to me until it was you. In initial months, I couldn't bring myself to believe the fact that you are not here. I would come back home and call your name only to Haya appear making my mood worst than ever. And you think I forgot you?"

"It used be like while doing breakfast I will ask Where's Meerab. And meri Meerab thinks I changed."

"It was unbearable. All I wanted to do is drive to Islamabad and beg you to return and marry me. But then I was not that much selfish to ruin your dream to be a lawyer. And about not talking, texting you, I knew if I did these I won't be able to control myself to force you to return. It was for my own sanity and your dream. "

Meerab encircled her arms around his neck buring her face inhaling his scents. She misunderstood him. She wasn't like this. What made her like this? Maybe his lack of attention.

"You never told me you love me!" She complains a lot.

"Weren't my eyes those denies to leave you anywhere you go enough to make you believe?"

"I am not good as you in reading eyes. Besides, every girl wants her man to say this once at least."

"I just read yours and glare others. So you believe I am yours?"

"Aren't you?"

"All of me. All yours, meri Meerab. I love you. It was, is will always be you. Aap se itna mohabbat hai ki mai chahti hu hamari janaja taak saath mai ho. Aapke bagair jeena hamse nahi hoga."

"Murtasim!" She was in tears.

"Meri Meerab. By the way I have something to show you." Saying this, he left the place only to return after a few minutes with a jar.

There were lots of chits. She remembered she had one too. Apparently, she wrote her thoughts when she missed him so much that it became unbearable.

She took out a chit. It read,

" Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination."

I love you because of who you are. You are my brave ,courageous, fearless, strong headed Meerab. And I love you for that.

She was going to cry hard tonight.

Absence is to love as wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small and enkindles the great.

She isn't here in person still she is here in my heart. I know she loves me. The way her eyes searchs me when she enters in a room, the way all of her demands are for me. I am all hers and she is mine.

End of the discussion.

Ziddi Murtasim. This is what last line made her think.

She is mine. All her flaws, short comings, her everything is mine. And I will always cherish her. She will always be my best friend. Meri jaan. Meri Meerab. Himmat wali, hosle wali, kisise na darned wali meri Meerab.

She put the jar aside only to embrace him tightly. She never knew her wait will worth this. This much beautiful confession.

"I love you mere Murtasim. Its always been you. I am all yours. And you are just mine."

"I got you a gift." Murtasim said putting a diamond bracelet around her wrist. It was simple yet beautiful. Just like she preferred.

"When I saw this in the store, I instantly liked it. So it's your chand raat gift.

"Mere Meesam k abba is so thoughtful." She said making him laugh.

"We are naming our daughter that only." To which she nodded.

"You didn't apply mehendi?" Murtasim frowned.

"I did. On one hand." To which he brought a mehendi cone from inside and took her palm on his.

"You know how to apply?"

"No." "Then?"

"I know how to claim ownership, meri jaan." Saying so he wrote his own name on her palm all grinning.

"Anyone dares to look at you the way only I have right, dies." He them took the cone and wrote something on his hand.

"Show me." Meerab urged.

MEERAB KA MURTASIM

That's what it read. They put claim on each other. She didn't need to clarify Haya. Her Murtasim never looked at that woman. But she will send her as soon as hers and Murtasim's wedding gets done. She will not give her a single chance to look at her Murtasim.

End of the discussion.

It's always Meerab ka Murtasim. Because, Murtasim pe hamesha Meerab ki marzi chalegi.


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