Torment of Separation

Aashiqui

That morning was a treasure, Murtasim beheld Meerab, peacefully nestled in his arms, sleeping like an angel. A smile graced his lips as he admired her serene beauty, so different from the spirited, argumentative woman she often was.

He got out of the bed carefully without disturbing her. He quickly freshened up and went to meet his mother and chacha to talk about Haya's marriage. Maa Begum agreed to find her a groom.

He returned to his room to call Meerab for breakfast, and he found her standing, delicately drying her hair. The scene felt delightfully domestic, and he couldn't help but stand at the door, captivated by the sight of her tousled hair cascading from side to side. Sensing his gaze upon her, Meerab turned, catching him red-handed. "Itni achi lag rahi hun?" she teased, in his tone, and resumed her task.

Murtasim approached her, gently taking hold of her hand he turned her towards him as she crashed on his chest. With tender care, he brushed the strands of hair away from her face, his fingertips caressing her cheeks, causing her to blush. Playfully, she pushed his hands aside and made her way to the dresser to dry her hair.

"Ab kaisi tabiyat hain?" he inquired, glancing at her. She looked back at him, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips, as if mocking him. Indeed, she had already indicated her well-being the previous night, but he had taken a step back. "Thik hun main," she murmured continuing to wear her bangles.

Murtasim's eyes shamelessly roamed across her body from behind. She possessed such an alluring and petite physique.

"Aur waise bhi.." she trailed off as her gaze met his through the mirror. The intensity of his stare sent shivers down her spine, evoking a nervous flutter within her. He was undeniably intimidating.

"Khan nashta lag gaya hain," the maid said disturbing their moment. Meerab was pissed off now, they couldn't have one private moment of their own. Either his mother, his cousin or the maids come.

She sighed in frustration, prompting a smile from Murtasim. His phone rang, and he told her to proceed downstairs as he attended to his call. Meerab hardly ate, she had come for breakfast because she wanted to be around Murtasim and spend time with him. The news that Maa Begum had agreed to search for suitable matches for Haya, after Murtasim's insistence that morning, filled her heart with joy. Everything seemed to be going in her favor.

After finishing his calls, Murtasim returned to his room to find Meerab's phone ringing. He noticed the screen displaying Rohail's name, and it ignited anger within him. That bastard still had the audacity to call her, and why hadn't she blocked him?

The phone rang again, further provoking his ire. He felt an urge to smash the device to the floor. Somewhere deep within, he yearned to open it and read the messages or find out what was happening between them. However, he had to trust Meerab. He trusted her, but not that guy! The phone rang once more, and he picked it up out of curiosity, "Kya socha tumne Meerab? Tum chal rahi ho na?" Rohail asked. Murtasim was silent, he just wanted to hear.

"Meerab?" Rohail called again. How dare he take my wife's name?

"Meerab, main jaanta hun tum kya soch rahi ho. Lekin sab theek hoga, ham ek nayi zindagi shuru karenge.." Murtasim abruptly ended the call and threw the phone onto the bed.

He yearned to break Rohail's face! Yet, deep down, he couldn't shake off the curiosity of how Meerab interacted with him. Why wasn't she doing anything to make him feel better? Frustrated, he ran his hand through his hair when Meerab appeared before him, seemingly out of thin air.

"Tum naashte ke liye kyun nahi aaye?" Meerab questioned, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"Huh?" he stammered, momentarily at a loss for words. "Nothing, just..."