A/N: This is a long chapter (9229 words!), I was going to break it up into two but thought that would be unfair so y'all better appreciate this, haha. Also - say it with me if you're triggered by the show these days - "Dhaagey MeeraSim are NOT like TB MeeraSim". Leave that shit behind and dive into this world!

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a few days later...

Meerab stepped out of her bathroom, her reflection in the mirror revealing a vision of grace and elegance. She was adorned in an exquisite pink suit, its delicate net fabric adorned with white thread work, silver sequins, and intricate embroidery. Though it wasn't the most glamorous of outfits, the attention to detail made her look like a soft modern-day princess.

Maa Begum had insisted on presenting her with ostentatious pieces to wear to a last-minute wedding they had been invited to in the village, wanting her to make a grand impression as the woman who would soon become the Khaani, rather than of the young girl some of the villagers knew. However, Meerab had chosen the softest dress from the selection, not wanting to appear out of touch. Her decision had appeased Maa Begum, allowing her to strike a balance between embracing the role that would be hers and staying true to herself.

As Meerab entered her room, her eyes fell upon a sizable jewelry box on her bed. Anticipation welled up inside her as she walked over to the bed, knowing that it was a gift from Murtasim. No one else would have thought to buy her jewelry and leave it so meticulously arranged on her bed. The wooden box was also different from the ones Maa Begum used to house the family's precious jewels, signifying that it wasn't from the family collection.

A single envelope, elegantly placed atop the box, caught Meerab's attention. Her pulse quickened as she delicately tore it open, revealing Murtasim's familiar handwriting. Her eyes devoured each word, her mind racing to understand the unexpected twist that was unfolding before her.

She couldn't help but smile as she read the first two words.

Meri Meerab,

I have lost count of how many times I have written this letter, papers are scattered everywhere around my office, and I keep praying that you don't decide to wake up and make your way down tonight. As I pen down these words, a cascade of emotions surges within me. I find myself at a crossroads of vulnerability and excitement, yearning to create a moment that will forever etch itself in our shared journey.

First and foremost, I must apologize for the deception, my love. There is no wedding to attend today, and for that, I am truly sorry. Yet, in my heart, I know that you, with your brilliant mind, will quickly figure out what is going on. I trust your intellect, and thus, I will reveal my intentions clearly.

In the quiet depths of countless nights, I have found myself gazing at the ceiling in my room, hoping for an epiphany that would guide me towards the perfect way to propose to you. I know at this point, if I was saying these words to you in person, you would say that you do not need anything but me. I appreciate that about you, but I also believe that you deserve the world.

And so, Meerab, I sit here, bewildered and amazed at how I ended up where I have. The idea that I loved as soon as thought of it is one which I believe you will relish—an intricately woven tapestry of clues that will lead you directly to my waiting embrace. It is an endeavor born out of a desire to envelop you in the warmth of nostalgia, to showcase the moments that have shaped us and our love.

I have left you clues, scattered in places that hold significance in our shared history, in an aim to retrace the steps that have led us to this very moment. It is my hope that with each clue you uncover, your heart will flutter with anticipation, and your spirit will be embraced by the realization of the depths of my love.

Enclosed within the present, you will find the first of these clues—a flickering flame that will guide you onto the path to me.

Yours, with all my heart and soul,

Murtasim

Meerab's heart skipped a million beats and her eyes filled with tears as she read Murtasim's heartfelt words. The mention of a proposal sent her mind into a frenzy, trying to process the delightful surprise that awaited her. How could she have not seen this coming? She recalled Murtasim's recent absence and his distracted demeanor when they returned from Karachi only days ago. It all made sense now.

Unable to contain her joy, Meerab let out a high-pitched squeal of delight. She fell back onto the bed, kicking her feet happily in the air as she held the letter close to her heart. Murtasim's inner struggle, his earnest desire to create a moment that would forever be etched in their memories, tugged at the strings of her heart.

Tears ran down at her cheek as she registered how truly lucky she was to have someone like him in her life. She held the letter up, with each word she reread, Meerab felt her love for Murtasim intensify. His thoughtfulness, his efforts to make this proposal perfect for her, overwhelmed her with emotions. The image of him spending countless nights planning made her heart flutter.

With renewed vigor, Meerab opened the large jewellery box he had left for her. Her breath caught in her throat as she beheld the stunning pieces of jewelry inside. The earrings were large yet elegantly understated, adorned with beads and white gems that complemented her attire perfectly. Alongside them was a matching tikka, intended to grace her forehead with a touch of radiance.

There was no necklace inside the box, but the neckline of her outfit negated the need for one, instead, her gaze fell upon the bangles resting delicately in the velvet lining. They were two bangles, adorned with lustrous pearls that seemed to glow with an ethereal beauty. As she held them in her hands, a warmth spread through her heart, their elegance resonating with her innermost desires.

She marveled at how Murtasim had managed to observe the details of her outfit and select jewels that harmonized flawlessly while she adorned herself with them. As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, the soft glow of the jewelry highlighting her features, Meerab couldn't help but marvel at the delicate balance between tradition and individuality that she had achieved.

She looked for the clue Murtasim said would be in the box and didn't see anything until she noticed a piece of paper sticking out from a little pocket. It was a small card, his writing clear.

There was a time where your little bare feet padded through the dark halls of this haveli - while shadows danced along the walls and scared your little heart - to a place where you sought comfort. Your second clue lies there.

Meerab's hands trembled slightly as she read Murtasim's clue. The words painted a vivid picture in her mind, transporting her back in time. A spark of recognition ignited within her. She knew precisely where her journey would lead her next—Murtasim's room, her sacred refuge in times of darkness. It was the place her little feet had instinctively sought when the lights flickered and uncertainty loomed. She had always trusted Murtasim to light up her world, to chase away the shadows and wrap her in his comforting presence, even as a child.

Excitement surged through her veins as she swiftly snatched her phone and the small purse that matched her outfit, and bounded down the hallway while neatly folding the first letter and stuffing it into the purse. The sounds of her anklets echoing through the house in the light of the day as she retraced the steps she had always taken to what used to be Murtasim's room before he had moved into the master suite.

Maa Begum's laughter trailed after her, a fond admonition to slow down, but Meerab couldn't contain her enthusiasm. She was propelled by an inexplicable force, driven to reach her destination—the room that held cherished memories and whispered secrets.

With breathless anticipation, Meerab burst into his old room. There, on the bed, lay the familiar flashlight, its beam cascading towards the ceiling just as it always had when he walked her back to the room and curled up in her bed. Her eyes widened in delight as she spotted another box, a letter, and a card, all waiting patiently for her attention. But in that moment, her focus was solely on the letter, her heart yearning to soak in Murtasim's words, words he hadn't shared so easily before.

Gently setting aside the box, Meerab's fingers reached for the letter, cradling it as if it held the very essence of love. She could feel her heart beating rapidly, the rhythm matching her eagerness to unravel the depths of Murtasim's feelings.

Meri Meerab,

I'm certain that what I'm about to reveal will not come as a surprise to you, for you have always possessed an uncanny ability to see through the depths of my heart (for the most part). From the very beginning, even in our childhood days, you were someone I cherished and wanted to protect. It pained me to witness the passage of time, as you grew older and no longer required my presence to banish the darkness that encroached upon our world. But deep down, I yearned for those moments, for the chance to be your beacon of light once more.

There were countless nights when you were far away in Karachi, and the lights would go out, enveloping me in an eerie stillness. In those fleeting moments, my thoughts always turned to you. I wondered if you needed solace in the face of darkness, or if the familiar sense of security I once provided lingered in your heart. My entire being yearned to be by your side, as if defying the laws of time and distance, striving to reach you before the flicker of light restored its reign.

Now that you have returned, I wish to always be the one who brings you comfort when the lights dim, who illuminates your world as you do mine. I want our love to be a guiding light that pierces through even the darkest of nights.

Yours eternally,

Murtasim

As Meerab read the heartfelt words, tears welled up in her eyes, blurring the words on the page. She delicately wiped away her tears, unable to contain the overflow of emotions stirring within her. Murtasim's words resonated deeply in her heart, reaffirming that he too had pined for her and thought of her in her absence.

She gently folded the letter and put it in her purse before turning her attention to the gift box that lay before her. With trembling hands, she lifted the lid, revealing a beautifully crafted photo album. As she opened its pages, her breath caught in her throat, and tears streamed down her cheeks once again. The album was a visual journey through their lives, capturing precious moments and heartfelt smiles. Each photograph held a cherished memory, from their carefree childhood days to the milestones they had celebrated together.

Amidst her tears, Meerab heard footsteps entering the room. Tenderly, she cupped Meerab's face in her hands, offering comfort and reassurance. "Don't cry, my bachi." She whispered, her voice filled with warmth and understanding.

Maa Begum, with her ever-watchful eyes, immediately noticed the glistening jewelry Meerab wore, and a knowing smile graced her lips. "He always did have good taste." Maa Begum remarked as her eyes lingered on the jewelry that adorned her and Meerab's face, her voice tinged with fondness. Meerab couldn't help but smile through her tears, the affectionate touch and perceptive observation melted away Meerab's sorrow, replaced by a warm blush that colored her cheeks.

"Read the clue and go, now." Maa Begum instructed, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Meerab chuckled softly, a mix of excitement and amusement bubbling within her. "Did he tell you to keep watch?" She playfully asked, knowing all too well Murtasim's penchance for control, he likely knew she would spend hours going through the pictures if not prompted to move.

Maa Begum laughed heartily, her laughter filling the room with joy. "Oh, he's been driving us all crazy with his meticulousness." She confessed.

With newfound determination, Meerab picked up the second clue, her heart racing with anticipation.

There was a place that belonged just to the two of us, where we spent scorching summer afternoons indulging in the things you loved, things that became our little secrets. Your third clue lies there.

The words invoked memories of scorching summer afternoons when they either walked home from school or were driven home, she had always insisted on stopping at the cart that sold ice-cream, or something equally refreshing, sometimes even golgappe. They had indulged to their heart's content, her sitting on the curb beside the stall while he stood in front of her, shielding her from the sun and from people.

Curiosity piqued, Meerab's gaze shifted to the bottom of the clue, where a postscript caught her attention. Bakhtu remains our driver and secret-keeper it read. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she recognized the mischievous touch Murtasim had added. Bakhtu had often been an accomplice to their escapades, keeping their little secrets hidden from the elders of the house.

Eagerly, Meerab rushed towards the door, bidding a quick farewell to Maa Begum as her heart fluttered with anticipation. The familiar face of Bakhtu greeted her with a warm smile as he opened the door to the awaiting black Mercedes.

"To the stalls, Bakhtu!" Meerab exclaimed, her voice filled with delight as she sat in the car.

Bakhtu chuckled, acknowledging their shared history. "It has been a while, hasn't it, Meerab bibi?" He replied, a twinkle of excitement in his eyes before he closed the door and got in.

As Bakhtu skillfully maneuvered through the city streets, Meerab's heart swelled with a kaleidoscope of emotions. Excitement danced in her veins, her eyes sparkling with anticipation for the surprise that awaited her. She couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude, grateful for the love and thoughtfulness that Murtasim had poured into creating this extraordinary proposal. She hadn't been lying when she said she only needed him, but she appreciated the gesture.

The proposal unfolding before her eyes felt so inherently like "them," a culmination of their journey together. It wasn't just a grand gesture or a romantic cliché; it was something deeply personal and intimate, tailored to their unique connection, demonstrating Murtasim's thoughtfulness.

As they approached the familiar stall, Meerab's eyes widened in surprise. Standing by the roadside was Arslan, holding a box in his hands—the unmistakable sight of a letter, clue, and gift within his grasp. Meerab couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity and wonder as Bakhtu stopped right in front of him while rolling the window down, Arslan extended the goods through the car window, along with a delectable kulfi.

"Don't get out, Murtasim insisted!" Arslan cautioned, his voice filled with playful intrigue. Meerab accepted the offerings with a mix of excitement and bewilderment.

"Did he get all of you involved?" She questioned.

"I guess you'll find out, Meerab." Arslan teased, leaving Meerab with a delightful sense of mystery. The air crackled with anticipation as Meerab clutched the precious items in her hands, eager to unravel the next chapter of the captivating hunt that Murtasim had lovingly orchestrated. "Open them, I'll be off." He yelled as he ran back towards his car.

She tore the letter out of the envelope as soon as the car started moving, she needed to read his words about the memories that she cherished close to her heart.

Meri Meerab,

Among all the people in this vast world, it is with you that I share the most secrets and hidden moments. I remember those scorching summer afternoons, when we would find ourselves craving those delectable treats that Maa would disapprove of (because how dare children of the Khan House indulge in roadside snacks). I could never resist your pleading eyes, your irresistible charm can melt even the hardest of hearts, and mine was always like wax for you. Indulging in roadside food became our little rebellion, our secret pleasure that bound us together.

Even then, I would do anything to witness that radiant smile of yours, to see you light up with joy. Because by then, you held a special place in my heart, it wasn't love, we were too young for that, but perhaps whatever precedes love. Saying no to you was an impossible task, for I was captivated by your every whim and desire. From those simple moments of indulgence, our connection grew stronger, and those afternoons became some of my most treasured memories.

During those stolen moments, it was just the two of us, basking in each other's company. I would watch you do that little happy dance, your eyes gleaming with delight as you savored every morsel of your favourite foods. We would talk about our days, sharing the highlights and the mundane, finding solace in our conversations. Those seemingly ordinary moments held extraordinary meaning to me, for they were a testament to our friendship, our bond, and the depth of my growing love for you.

When you were far away, Meerab, those little things were what I missed the most. Your playful whining, the spontaneous stops at roadside stalls, your enchanting company, your infectious laughter, and the effortless banter that flowed between us—they were the very essence of my existence. It was in those seemingly insignificant moments that I found true happiness, a happiness that seemed to leave when you did.

Now, as I stand on the precipice of forever with you, I yearn for more. I yearn for the pretend fights, where I resist your whims but surrender the moment you utter my name in that whiny, adorable tone that sets my heart ablaze. I long to share laughter and conversations over the food we both love, to delve into the depths of our thoughts and dreams, and to find solace in the sheer presence of one another.

I want all of this and so much more. I want to navigate the winding paths of life with you by my side, savoring every moment, and creating memories that are uniquely ours.

Yours forever,

Murtasim

Meerab's tears flowed freely as she absorbed the heartfelt words written by Murtasim. Each sentence etched itself onto her heart, creating an indelible imprint of love and longing. She wiped away the tears gently, yet her heart felt heavy with emotions too immense to contain, and the tears kept falling.

In that moment, Meerab's soul trembled with a mixture of joy, gratitude, and overwhelming love. Murtasim's words had the power to touch the deepest corners of her being, igniting a fire within her that burned brighter than ever before. She felt a surge of warmth envelop her, as if her heart had expanded to its limits, ready to burst with the sheer intensity of her emotions.

Meerab carefully untied the ribbon that adorned the present, her hands trembling with anticipation. As she lifted the lid, her eyes widened in awe at the sight before her. Nestled within the box was a delicate necklace, its pendant fashioned in the shape of two intertwined letters, two "M"s symbolizing their names, Meerab and Murtasim.

Without hesitation, Meerab delicately fastened the necklace around her neck. As the pendant settled against her collarbone, she felt a comforting weight—a reminder that she carried a piece of Murtasim's love with her, always. It joined the anklets that adorned her ankles, things she would wear constantly.

The anticipation bubbled within Meerab as she held the third clue in her hands, her heart beating in sync with the rhythm of excitement. With trembling fingers, she unfolded the slip of paper, eager to discover the next destination.

In the most unlikely of places, I bared my soul, and proclaimed to the world my deepest desire for the first time, that you were Meri Meerab. Your next clue lies there.

Her eyes scanned the words and a soft gasp escaped her. A flood of memories surged through her mind, retracing the steps of their journey together. And then, like a spark of recognition, it hit her. It could only be one place—the hospital where he had first uttered the words under the influence of anesthesia, where he had uttered the two words that she loved to hear together from him – meri Meerab.

With a beaming smile, Meerab uttered the hospital's name to Bakhtu, her voice filled with excitement. She could hardly contain her excitement as the car glided through the streets.

As Bakhtu drove, Meerab's mind wandered through their shared history. It was as if Murtasim had taken their memories, their laughter, and their tears, and woven them into the fabric of this proposal. Every clue, every gift, and every heartfelt word warmed her heart.

A deep sense of appreciation washed over Meerab. She knew that this proposal was something no one else could replicate. It was their own, etched with the fingerprints of their laughter, their tears, and their unwavering commitment to one another.

As they arrived at the hospital, Meerab's eyes were greeted by Arslan and Maryam this time, they stood outside the hospital and Bakhtu managed to stop the car perfectly again for Maryam to hand her the things she needed.

With her heart brimming with gratitude, Meerab clutched the letter, clue, and present to her heart. "Thank you."

"Oh, I am dying right now, we will scream about this later!" Maryam squealed. "Now go, before I get in trouble for ruining bhai's schedule!" Maryam said as she took a couple of steps back.

As she clutched the letter, the clues, and the heartfelt gifts, Meerab felt an indescribable warmth in her heart. She opened the letter first again, as if she was a woman starved.

Meri Meerab,

In a world where secrets find solace in silence, I had planned to wait for the perfect moment, the right time to reveal the truth that resided within me. But life has a way of unraveling our intentions, and under the influence of a fleeting vulnerability, my lips parted and the words escaped without restraint. In that moment, I found myself calling you mine out loud like I had in my heart, Meri Meerab.

Please understand that those words were not merely the result of a momentary lapse or the intoxication of drugs. No, they were a reflection of the deep love that had blossomed within me by then, but one I knew I couldn't confess to until the time was right. In the depths of my heart, in the recesses of my mind, and in the core of my very being, you have always been meri Meerab.

You have been my closest confidante, my unwavering companion, and the light that guides my path. Your presence in my life has filled the hollow spaces with warmth, joy, and a love that transcends all boundaries. From the earliest moments of our journey together, you became the owner of my whole heart, effortlessly intertwining your essence with mine.

In the past, I may not have found the courage to express these feelings openly, fearing the consequences. But in my thoughts, in the depths of my being, you have always been mine. I yearn for the privilege of calling you mine for the rest of our lives, just as you have claimed my heart as your own.

With all the love that resides within me,

Murtasim

The weight of Murtasim's love, poured out in each carefully chosen word, enveloped her, leaving her breathless and overwhelmed. She clutched the letter tightly against her chest, as if trying to absorb every ounce of the love that radiated from its pages. The magnitude of Murtasim's confession washed over her, awakening a deep sense of joy within her soul.

"Khan is really making you cry today, Meerab bibi, should I scold him?" Bakhtu asked as he drove down the road towards an unknown destination.

She giggled, knowing he was just teasing. "It's okay, I'll scold him for the both of us."

With curiosity, Meerab unwrapped the small box, her eyebrows knitting together in puzzlement when she discovered a USB stick nestled inside. It seemed like an unexpected choice of gift, unlike anything she had anticipated. But her confusion quickly dissipated as she noticed a tiny note accompanying the USB stick, instructing her to ask Bakhtu to play it.

"Can you plug this in, please?" Meerab requested, her voice tinged with a mix of excitement and intrigue. She handed the USB stick to Bakhtu, who promptly connected it to the car's audio system, eager to uncover the mystery within.

As the first notes of a familiar melody filled the air, Meerab's face lit up with joy. It was a song that had once been her favorite during their teenage years, a melody that held countless memories of shared laughter and carefree moments. The realization washed over her that Murtasim had likely curated a modern mixtape, just like he used to in their younger days when he would download the songs she adored and lovingly compile them onto CDs that no one used anymore.

Giggles escaped Meerab's lips as the music carried her back in time, resurrecting memories of late-night conversations, impromptu dance sessions, his singing, and stolen glances that had made her heart flutter. She pulled out the card next, reading the next clue.

The next part of the journey will take you to the far away land where we spent hours talking, as if I was trying to make up for the months that I had spent away from you for the first time in my life.

A rush of memories flooded her mind. She instantly knew exactly where Murtasim was referring to—a distant beach they had visited as a family shortly after he returned from his first semester at university. It was the first time that they had spent months apart, their connection tested by distance and absence.

She vividly recalled the warm sand beneath her feet, the gentle caress of the ocean breeze, and the soothing sound of waves crashing against the shore. It was on that beach that they had sat for hours, just the two of them while everyone else ran around. Meerab had missed Murtasim immensely during their time apart, and those heartfelt conversations had been a balm to her soul, rekindling their bond.

With a delightful realization, Meerab guessed that Murtasim intended to propose at that very beach—the place that held the echoes of their longing and reunion. The thought filled her with an intoxicating blend of excitement and anticipation.

"Let's go to the beach, the one between the city and the village." Meerab instructed Bakhtu, her voice brimming with eagerness. She knew that Bakhtu was already headed in that direction, but her words were an expression of her restless enthusiasm.

As the car rolled towards the beach, Meerab's heart beat with a rhythm of anticipation. The prospect of Murtasim's proposal against the backdrop of the tranquil waves was an enchanting vision. In the car's cozy embrace, with the sound of the engine humming and the wind whispering through the windows, and her favourite songs playing, Meerab's mind danced with possibilities. She envisioned Murtasim's eyes glistening with affection, his voice trembling with emotion as he poured out his heart.

As the car approached the sandy shore, Meerab's anticipation reached its crescendo. Her heart raced with anticipation as she dashed out of the car, the soft sand beneath her feet giving way with each hurried step. She had expected to find Murtasim waiting for her on the beach, ready to reveal his heartfelt proposal. But as she reached the shoreline, her excitement turned to mild confusion.

Murtasim was nowhere to be seen. Instead, it was Rumi and Hamza who sat at the center of a heart-shaped arrangement of pebbles. Rumi's voice echoed with excitement as she screamed Meerab's name, as if overwhelmed by the romantic gesture before her.

"MEERAB, YOU MADE IT! LOOK AT HOW CUTE THIS IS!" Rumi screamed as Meerab approached them.

Gathering herself, Meerab approached Rumi and Hamza, a mix of curiosity and slight bewilderment in her eyes. She couldn't help but wonder where Murtasim planned to propose. Nonetheless, she listened as Rumi gushed about the scene, her words filled with joy and admiration. "He planned this whole thing out and he told me I can't know about everything because he was afraid I'd tell you BUT THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER. And look at you, you look so gorgeous I am going to cry. And I cried for like two hours when Murtasim bhai said I can't record anything even though - "

Amidst Rumi's enthusiastic ramblings, Hamza reeled her back gently. "Rumi, later, I swear you'll have all the time in the world to interrogate her later." Hamza said, likely realizing the importance of the moment for Meerab. Sensing Meerab's desire to uncover the next clue, he interjected, urging Rumi to let Meerab proceed on her journey. "Let her go now."

Rumi whined but nodded, embracing Meerab in a tight hug, expressed her love and excitement once more before finally letting her go. "You deserve this more than anyone in this world, Meerab." She whispered.

Meerab felt the warmth of their friendship and the genuine happiness they shared for her. Their support and presence were like gentle waves, comforting her amidst the slight uncertainty that tinged the air as the sun started to set.

Meerab accepted the box, noticing a letter and clue carefully taped onto it. The lingering question of where Murtasim intended to propose remained unanswered. Thanking Rumi and Hamza for their role in this grand adventure, Meerab ran back towards the car, turning her attention to the clue first rather than the letter.

You'll find me in the place where I fell in love with your laughter, perhaps it was in the moment when we were just kids and nothing brought me more joy than seeing you soaring into the air, the air filling with the sound of your laughter, and being able to be by your side.

As Meerab read the clue, her eyes widened in realization, a gasp escaping her lips. Murtasim had intended to propose in the very place where their love had blossomed, where the echoes of their laughter had filled the air and forever imprinted upon their souls. It was the village, a place they held dear in their hearts, a place that had witnessed their shared memories and the growth of their affection over the years.

Memories flooded Meerab's mind, the images of their carefree childhood summers, running through the village streets hand in hand, chasing each other and giggling uncontrollably. In that innocent laughter, she had discovered a heartfelt connection, a bond that had only strengthened over time.

It was also in the village, amidst the rustic beauty of their ancestral home, that they had found solace and reconciliation, reaffirming their love for one another only weeks ago. It was the perfect spot for a proposal, she couldn't believe she hadn't thought of it.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Meerab ran to the car, her heart overflowing with excitement. "To the village, Bakhtu, step on it!" She said as she got in.

Bakhtu never needed to be told twice, as the car started driving down the road, she opened the letter from Murtasim, unfolding it, savoring each word written by her beloved. As the car raced through the familiar landscapes, traversing the winding roads that led them back to where it all began, Meerab's eyes danced across the lines of the letter.

Meri Meerab,

As I write these words, I am amazed at how easily words come to me now, and how full my heart feels for you. You might wonder why I chose the beach, or perhaps you felt the same way I did when we spent hours there together. From the moment I left for university, I realized the depth of my feelings for you, and it pained me to be separated from your presence. The mere thought of being away from you was like a physical ache, a constant reminder that a part of me was missing.

In those months apart, I yearned for the simple joys we shared—the indulgence in roadside foods that brought smiles to our faces, the secret glances that spoke volumes, and the endless conversations that filled the air with warmth and laughter.

I thought we could have that again when I returned, but those around us conspired to keep us separate, lest I overstep a boundary. However, there was a moment, at that beach where we were somehow allowed to sit alone for hours, where the barriers seemed to momentarily fade away. I sat by your side, listening intently as you spoke with such fervor, your words a testament to the love that was flourishing between us. I am not sure if you'll remember, but you implied missing me in every little anecdote, though not spoken directly, it was in the little ways you said things – like you had thought of me and missed my presence in those moments when we were apart.

That day was a bittersweet reminder of how difficult it was for me to leave your side. The thought of being separated from you, even for a single day, became unbearable. I came to a realization, Meerab—to be with you, to have you by my side, was the truest desire of my heart.

I cannot fathom a future where we are apart, where the sound of your voice and the sight of your smile are not constants in my life. You have become an intrinsic part of my being, a part of my soul. You are the one who has stolen my heart, who has shown me the true meaning of love, and I am forever grateful.

Yours, always and forever,

Murtasim

As Meerab read, tears streamed down her face, mingling with the emotions that swelled within her. Each word resonated deep within her soul, bringing to the surface the depth of her own love for him. The memories flooded her mind, vivid and poignant. She remembered the longing she had felt during their time apart, a yearning that seemed to pierce through her very being. It wasn't just then, in those moments of physical separation, but throughout the past few years, there had always been an ache in her heart—a constant reminder of his absence, a longing to be reunited with him.

The realization overwhelmed her—she loved him with every fiber of her being, in all the moments he had loved her. She had been stupid to doubt that.

Amidst Meerab's sobs, Bakhtu's lighthearted remark brought a momentary respite from her emotional turmoil. She glanced at him as he held out a tissue box for her despite his eyes being focused on the road. Accepting it with a soft smile, she wiped away her tears.

"You should really hit Khan a couple of times for making you cry so much, Meerab bibi." Bakhtu playfully suggested again, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief. The tissue box he had offered seemed to symbolize both his sympathy and his light-hearted support.

Meerab chuckled, the corners of her lips lifting despite the lingering traces of tears. "I should." She replied, the idea of playfully scolding Murtasim providing a welcome distraction from the intensity of her emotions.

"It seems like Khan writes well." Bakhtu commented, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

Meerab's snicker escaped through her tears as she nodded in agreement. "It's concerning that he can write love letters so well, he has never written me one before." She remarked, her tone filled with a mix of playful sarcasm and affection. The thought of Murtasim effortlessly penning heartfelt words of love made her feel like she had just discovered another one of his hidden talents.

Bakhtu joined in her laughter, his warm chuckles filling the car. "I am sure he writes love letters to you in his head all the time, Meerab bibi." He quipped, a mischievous tone underlying his words.

"Hmmm?" Meerab responded, her curiosity piqued by Bakhtu's words. She leaned in closer, her gaze fixed on him through the mirror, waiting for more.

"He gets lost in thought at the mere mention of your name, he has for years. He speaks rarely but when he does in those moments, he sounds very poetic." Bakhtu revealed, his voice softening with a touch of admiration.

Meerab's giggle escaped, a sound that carried a mixture of delight and astonishment. "Really?"

Bakhtu nodded, his expression serene. "But I didn't tell you anything." He responded.

"It'll be our secret, Bakhtu." Meerab whispered.

It was then that she noticed she had forgotten all about the present, an unopened treasure waiting to reveal its contents.

Meerab's eyes widened in surprise as she opened the lid to find the box filled with chocolates. But they weren't just any chocolates; they were a specific kind that held a special memory. A friend of her father's had once visited their home arriving with chocolates from somewhere in Europe. Ever since that occasion, Meerab and Murtasim had searched in vain for the distinct taste but found themselves unable to locate them.

Overwhelmed with excitement, Meerab carefully plucked one chocolate from the box. She unwrapped it with delicate fingers, revealing a perfectly formed ball of chocolate. The rich aroma of cocoa and a hint of something else, something floral, wafted to her nose. She couldn't resist taking a bite, letting the chocolate melt on her tongue.

A wave of delight washed over her as the familiar, exquisite flavor enveloped her taste buds. The chocolate was velvety and smooth, while the filling inside held a surprising twist. Her young taste buds hadn't been able to figure it out, but now she guessed that it was lavender, a delicate and enchanting note that complemented the sweetness of the chocolate. Meerab's eyes closed, savoring the unique combination of flavors as her senses were transported to a realm of pure bliss.

She grinned as she realized that Murtasim had both remembered how much she had loved that one specific flavour and managed to find it for her. She knew that when she told Rumi and Maryam about it, and everything else, she would likely cry and scream happily until she fainted. Meerab's feet kicked on their own accord, wondering what she had done in her life to deserve Murtasim.

Her heart danced with joy, she couldn't contain the overwhelming feeling of gratitude that washed over her, making her feel like the luckiest woman in the world. She was so fortunate to have found her soulmate at such a young age, someone who loved her unconditionally and cherished every aspect of her and them, remembering even the smallest of details of things that made her happy.

The meticulous planning and thoughtfulness behind the entire proposal left her speechless. It was evident that he had been meticulously crafting this moment for a long time, and the realization warmed her heart in ways she couldn't put into words.

Soon, he would ask her to marry him, and her heart swelled with a love so deep that mere words seemed inadequate. "I love you" couldn't capture the depth of her feelings, nor could hugs and kisses alone convey the magnitude of her affection. She yearned for a deeper connection, a way to intertwine their souls in an unbreakable bond.

Meerab wished she could climb inside his soul to truly convey the boundless love she held for him. She wanted to merge their spirits, to become one with him, and to eternally bask in the warmth of their love. It was a desire that transcended words and defied conventional expressions of affection.

She just loved him so much that she – it felt like it was hard to fit all that love into her body.

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As Bakhtu brought the car to a stop near the picturesque lavender field in the village, Meerab's gaze immediately locked onto the magnificent oak tree standing proudly in its center. The sun had almost dipped below the horizon, casting a gentle twilight glow that accentuated the ethereal beauty of the surroundings. The tree was adorned with twinkling fairy lights and delicately hanging lanterns, creating a mesmerizing warm illumination.

Overwhelmed with emotions, tears welled up in Meerab's eyes as she beheld the scene before her. The depth of effort that had gone into this moment was evident, touching her heart in a intense way. Her eyes gravitated towards the wooden swing swaying gently beneath the oak tree, its ropes entwined with strands of fragrant lavender.

That swing held countless cherished memories for Meerab. It had been her sanctuary in the village, where Murtasim would spend hours pushing her higher and higher, laughter intertwining with the gentle rustle of leaves and flowers. Sometimes, they would sit side by side on the spacious swing, their conversations floating on the breeze that filled the air with the scent of lavender as they swayed together, lost in the magic of the moment.

As Meerab's eyes landed on Murtasim, seated gracefully on the swing, her heart skipped a beat. He was bathed in the soft glow of the lanterns and fairy lights, a vision of love personified. With a surge of anticipation and joy, her feet propelled her forward, setting her off into a run through the field. Her anklets chimed with each determined step she took, resonating with the rhythm of her racing heart.

Running through the lavender field, the lanterns lighting her path, Meerab felt an exhilarating mix of emotions. Excitement, love, and a sense of connection propelled her towards the man who held her heart. The world around her seemed to fade away, leaving only the luminous glow of the lanterns and the captivating sight of Murtasim waiting on the swing.

As she drew closer to Murtasim, her eyes locked with his, she knew that this was it, the moment that would change everything. She stopped just short of him, her breathing hard as she took him in, her mind screaming about the importance of the moment she was walking into.

Murtasim rose from the swing, she could see a nervousness in his body, mirroring the mix of emotions coursing through Meerab's veins. She couldn't help but notice Murtasim's gaze lingering on her as she stepped closer slowly. His eyes traced the delicate contours of her face, his gaze filled with a mixture of admiration and tenderness. As his gaze met hers, she could see a spark of warmth flickering in his eyes, the corners of his lips curved ever so slightly, as if a secret smile was reserved just for her.

Meerab's eyes traced the contours of Murtasim's figure, drinking in the sight of him dressed in the crisp white kurta. It was a departure from his usual plain kurtas, adorned with intricate embroidery that framed the neck and chest area. The fabric-covered buttons added an elegant touch, drawing her attention to the line that ran down the length of his chest.

The kurta fit him impeccably, accentuating his broad shoulders and the well-defined muscles underneath. The stark white fabric served as a striking contrast against his dark, neatly trimmed beard and tousled hair, creating a captivating visual harmony that made him all the more irresistible.

The way Murtasim looked at her made her heart flutter with a blend of excitement and contentment, that was exactly what she loved about dressing up. Of course, she felt good when she thought she looked good herself, but his appreciation just added to it. She felt a rush of confidence, knowing that in that moment, she had captured his attention and held his admiration.

Meerab's fingertips tingled with an unspoken desire, her senses overwhelmed by the magnetic energy that emanated from him, she yearned to touch him. As the desire to bridge the distance between them surged within her, and she couldn't contain herself any longer. Without a second thought, she closed the distance between them, breaking out into a sprint again, her heart leading the way.

In a collision of love and longing, Meerab crashed into Murtasim's waiting arms, enveloping him in a tight embrace. Her arms wrapped around him, squeezing with a fierce tenderness that spoke volumes. Every ounce of love she held within her overflowed in that moment, pouring out through her embrace.

As Murtasim caught her, their bodies melded together. The world around them faded into a blur as their souls intertwined, a seamless merging of two hearts beating as one Their hearts beat in synchrony, their breaths mingled, and their souls danced to a melody that only they could hear.

"This is not how it was supposed to go." Murtasim whispered, his voice filled with a mix of nerves and amusement. His words elicited a joyful laugh from Meerab as she gently pulled away from their tight embrace.

"Oops? What do you want me to do? Approach you shyly?" She playfully retorted, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her laughter filled the air.

Murtasim smiled, a nervous yet genuine expression spreading across his face. With a tender gesture, he guided Meerab to the swing, pushing her down gently to sit on it as he gracefully knelt before her. The weight of the moment settled upon them, and Meerab felt her eyes welling up with tears of overwhelming emotions. He was going to propose!

"Why are you crying?!" Murtasim's voice rang with alarm, concern etched in his features.

"I- I have been crying all day because I love you so much and you're so sweet, and the letters, Murtasim..." She paused, her voice trembling with heartfelt sincerity. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, and..."

"Shhhhh." Murtasim hushed her gently, his voice a soothing balm to her overwhelmed heart. "Deep breaths, meri Meerab."

Meerab followed his guidance, inhaling deeply and then releasing a shuddering exhale. She attempted to compose herself, her tears slowly subsiding.

"I need you to listen to me, okay?" Murtasim's voice was tender, his gaze unwavering as he sought to convey the depth of his emotions.

She nodded, realizing that her emotional outpouring might have disrupted his carefully planned proposal.

"I..." Murtasim began, his voice faltering as he struggled to find the right words. He let out a frustrated breath, muttering under his breath. "Shit, I practiced this."

Meerab couldn't help but smile at his exasperation, leaning forward and gently cupping his face with her hands. "It's just me, Murtasim, your Meerab." She whispered, her touch tender and comforting. "You don't have to be perfect, you just have to be you."

Her words seemed to work their magic, softening the tension etched in his jaw and easing the nervousness in his eyes. His eyes flickered over her face as he smiled a little. "I love you." He finally declared, his voice laced with sincerity and vulnerability.

She felt a smile overcome her face as she replied. "I love you too."

Murtasim took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts as he continued. "The moment I realized I loved you was when we sat on this very swing together. I was just seventeen, and you were animatedly telling me about a show you had watched. And, I couldn't take my eyes off you, not because of the show itself, but because of the sheer happiness radiating from you as you spoke and swung here."

Meerab's breath hitched at his heartfelt words, a flood of memories rushing back to her. Tears welled up in her eyes again, a testament to the overwhelming love and emotions that engulfed her in that moment.

"I thought then that I wanted that forever, to listen to you speak forever." He confessed, his voice filled with raw emotion. "I want to push you on this swing for the rest of our lives, to sit beside you and talk for hours... to just be with you."

Meerab nodded, her heart swelling with the same desire.

As he gently wiped away her tears, he continued, his voice trembling with sincerity. "I want to push our kids on this swing, and then our grandkids. I want to sit right here with you, your hand in mine, and watch them run around the field when we're old and grey, and still in love." His voice cracked, tears streaming down his face.

With a tender touch, Meerab wiped away his tears, her own tears mingling with his. In the midst of their shared tears, Murtasim let out a bittersweet laugh, tipping his head back slightly to regain composure.

He spoke with a gentle quiver in his voice. "I've rehearsed this in front of the mirror a hundred times, but I can't seem to remember it now that you're looking at me like that. And - I wouldn't trade it for anything else. I just want you to keep looking at me like that for the rest of our lives because, Meerab, I am so deeply in love with you that sometimes it physically hurts."

Murtasim's whispered confession resonated deep within Meerab's heart. "Me too." She whispered back, intertwining her fingers with his and guiding his hand to rest over her chest, where her heart raced with the intensity of her love for him. In that moment, she knew exactly what he meant.

He leaned in, cupping her face with tenderness, his lips brushed away her tears, kissing them away with gentle affection. A smile brightened her face as he planted a sweet kiss on her nose, evoking a giggle that escaped her lips.

With a soft, breathless whisper, Meerab urged him. "Ask me."

Murtasim's voice trembled with emotion as he posed the question that would seal their destiny. "Will you marry me, meri Meerab?"

Tears of joy streaming down her face, she nodded fervently, unable to contain her overwhelming happiness. The word "yes" spilled from her lips in a joyous chorus, echoed countless times as she showered his face with kisses, each one a testament to her unwavering love and her desire to be forever bound to him. She threw her arms around him as he got up, holding her tightly.

Without a word, they leaned in, closing the distance between their lips. As their mouths met, Meerab's senses ignited. Murtasim's lips were a perfect fit against hers, like two puzzle pieces finding their place, as if their lips were destined to be pressed up against each other. The softness, the warmth, the tender pressure of their kiss sent ripples of delight through her entire being.

She was going to marry Murtasim!

A gentle playfulness infused their embrace, causing soft giggles to escape their mouths, creating a symphony of joy against each other's lips as she kept whispering yes against his lips.

Murtasim's panicked whisper broke the spell of their embrace, his realization causing a momentary surge of worry. "The ring." He breathed, his voice filled with concern. "I forgot to take out the ring!"

Meerab giggled. "It's okay." She assured him, stepping back a little and extending her hand towards him, a gesture of unwavering trust. She didn't even spare a glance at the ring as he delicately slid it onto her finger. Its weight felt insignificant compared to the overwhelming joy she felt in that moment, and her eyes remained fixated on him, on his captivating presence and the love that radiated from his gaze.

"You're not going to look?" He questioned, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

A tender smile adorned her lips as she replied, her hands cupping his face, her touch conveying the depth of her affection. "I will eventually, but right now, I want to look at my fiancée." Her voice carried the weight of her emotions.

With a wide grin, Murtasim wrapped his arms around Meerab's waist, pulling her close to him. The tears continued to trickle down her cheeks, and she let out a playful sigh. "My eyes keep leaking, and it's all your fault." She pouted, trying to suppress her smile.

He chuckled, his joy resonating in the air. "All day, huh?" He teased, his eyes twinkling with affection as he wiped her tears away again.

She nodded, her expression both tender and humorous. "Your letters made me sob. Bakhtu probably thinks I'm crazy."

Murtasim shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "He already knows it."

Playfully, she swatted his arm. "Don't be mean to your fiancée."

He held her gaze with a loving gaze, his voice softening. "I wouldn't dare, meri jaan." He whispered, his words carrying an endearing tenderness.

Her lips curled into a delighted smile at the endearment, savoring the new nickname he bestowed upon her. "Your love letter writing skills are too good... I'm concerned. Who else have you been writing letters to?" She teased, her eyes dancing with mirth, she made a note to herself to put them in an album to preserve them.

Murtasim chuckled, shaking his head. "To you, in my head, only to never send them off."

Her heart swelled at his words, and she couldn't resist the urge to pull him down to sit beside her on the swing. Together, they settled into the familiar wooden seat, finding their balance as they prepared to embark.

Giggles escaped her lips as they struggled to swing in tandem, their legs kicking back and forth, attempting to synchronize their movements. "Move slower!" She whined playfully, her legs swinging back and forth in an attempt to gain momentum, while Murtasim pushed off the ground, exerting effort to elevate them.

"You have to push off first." He muttered, determination lacing his voice.

"And swing in tandem!" She added with a playful insistence.

The swing creaked and groaned under their combined weight as they continued their valiant efforts. Meerab leaned back, gripping the ropes tightly, while Murtasim pushed harder and harder, his determination unwavering.

Then, with a burst of exertion, they pushed off the ground with all their strength, and the swing lifted into the air. A joyous whoop escaped Meerab's lips as they both kicked their legs, striving to propel the swing higher and higher, the wind tousling their hair. The sweet scent of lavender enveloped them, filling their senses with its soothing fragrance.

It had been quite some time since Meerab had last sat on a swing, but the feeling of weightlessness and freedom as they swung back and forth brought a serene peace to her heart. The swing creaked and swayed, carrying them through the air, while they laughed and shared in the exhilarating experience, her head resting against his shoulder and his arm wrapped around her while they both stared at the ring on her finger.

As they soared through the air, their laughter intertwined, she felt a sense of completion, as if they had come full circle. Memories of their childhood flashed through her mind—the two of them swinging on this very swing. Now, years later, she found herself sitting on it with him, a ring adorning her finger, their love sealed in an engagement.

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A/N: Would love to hear your thoughts about the proposal, I don't know what it is with me, but I adore writing proposals and crying about them for hours. What was your favourite part? And do we forgive Murtasim for waiting for so long to propose?

Also - I have a new fic called "Unveiling Meerab" if you want to read a canon fix-it from Episode 29.