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au- stalker 2

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The night was suffocating, the air thick with the weight of what had just transpired. Murtasim Khan stormed through the mansion's grand entrance, his hand gripping Meerab’s wrist with unrelenting force. The imposing doors closed behind them with a resounding thud, sealing them both inside the oppressive silence of the ancestral haveli.

Meerab stumbled as he dragged her through the dimly lit corridors, her wide, tear-filled eyes darting around, taking in the familiar surroundings, she had seen this house several times, not in person but in pictures. She had seen the haveli before, but never like this—never as a captive.

“Chhodo mujhe!” she cried out, her voice trembling with what appeared to be fear. “Kya kar rahe ho, Murtasim? Tumhein koi haq nahi banta mujhe haath laganeka!”

But inside, her thoughts were anything but frightened. "Haath pakda bhi nahi jaata sahise., " she mused inwardly, her heart racing not from terror, but from the thrill of being so close to him, of finally having him in the palm of her hand. He was merely holding her two fingers before now he was gripping her hand and it excited her, she wished she could entwine them, but it would too out of character for her.

Murtasim’s jaw clenched, his eyes dark with fury as he ignored her pleas. He didn’t stop until they reached the centre of the haveli, where the family was gathered, drawn by the commotion. The opulent chandelier above cast a harsh light on the scene, illuminating Meerab’s tear-streaked face and Murtasim’s stormy expression.

Maryam was the first to approach, her eyes wide with confusion. “Bhai, yeh kaun hai?” she asked, her voice laced with concern as she took in the sight of Meerab standing beside Murtasim, her expression unreadable.

Murtasim’s grip tightened on Meerab’s arm before he answered, his voice a controlled growl. “Yeh Meerab Malik hai. Meri mangetar.”

The room fell into a stunned silence. Maryam’s eyes darted between her brother and Meerab, disbelief etched across her face. “Mangetar? Kab...kaise?” Her questions hung in the air, unanswered as Murtasim’s gaze bore into Meerab, daring her to contradict him.

But before Meerab could speak Haya came running through, “Yeh kaun hai? Is aurat ko yahaan kyun laaye ho?”

She noticed him gripping her hand and she was scared.

Murtasim didn’t answer, his grip on Meerab only tightening as he turned to face his family. “Yeh Meerab Malik hai,” he announced, his voice cold and commanding. “Meri mangetar.”

A shocked silence fell over the room. Haya’s eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a sneer as she looked Meerab up and down with open disdain. “Mangetar? Tumhari mangetar?” she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "Tumne zaroor Murtasim ko apne jaal mai phasaya hoga. Tum aur tumhare khaandan ne saalon se humari zindagi kharab ki hui hai. Ghatiya khaandan ki ghatiya ladki”

Meerab’s heart clenched at the insult, the words cutting deeper than she expected. But she maintained her act, letting out a small, broken sob as she turned her tear-filled eyes to Murtasim. “Mujhe yeh sab nahi chahiye, Murtasim,” she whimpered, her voice laced with a vulnerability that belied the storm raging within her. “Mujhe yahaan kyun laaye ho?”

Inside, though, her thoughts were far from innocent. "Tumne mujhe ikdam theek samjha hai, Haya,”she thought, her nails digging into her palms as she resisted the urge to retaliate. “Aaj tum jitna chaaho zehr ugal lo, kal dekho tumhe kaise chup karwati hoon.”

Murtasim’s eyes flickered at her words, something in them softening, but only for a moment. He quickly steeled himself, reminding himself that this woman was dangerous, no matter how helpless she appeared. “Tumne yeh khud chuna hai, Meerab,” he said coldly, though his grip on her arm loosened slightly. “Ab is faislay se peeche nahi hat sakti tum.”