Inhaling close to her ear, he assured her, "I can guarantee you a lifetime of adventures."
Meerab clutched her hands together but smiled and replied, "You better be sure, otherwise I'll be coming back for a refund!"
When she looked up not getting an...
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Waqas uncle had called and asked about their whereabouts, and he was relieved to know that they were doing well. He had asked Murtasim to stay in Lahore for the night, keeping in mind the risk of driving at night.
After attending to her wounds at the nearby dispensary, he took the route to their ancestral farmhouse. Meerab was asleep the whole time. Murtasim hesitantly agreed, understanding the potential dangers of travelling after dark.
When they finally arrived at the farmhouse, he parked the car and turned around to find her still asleep. Murtasim thought to himself, "I guess she is taking this 'sleeping on the job' thing seriously".
He proceeded to carry her to the house. So, without hesitation, he took her into his arms and began making his way into the home. He trudged up the steps of the porch and opened the door, bringing her into one of the rooms and laying her down on the bed. With a gentle smile, he tucked her under the covers and made sure that she was warm and comfortable.
He made his way into the kitchen, knowing he had to make arrangements to sober her up once she woke up. He started looking for a remedy that would help ease her hangover and hopefully prevent any further consequences. He looked for foods that would help replenish her electrolytes, as well as those that were high in carbohydrates, which would help break down the alcohol in her system and restore her energy levels.
He also prepared a glass of water with lemon juice to help her rehydrate. He carried all this to the room only to find her in the sitting position with one hand holding her forehead and the other clutching her stomach. He quickly set down the tray of supplies and knelt by her side, gently placing a hand on her shoulder to ask if she was feeling any better.
He studied her intently, concern growing in his features as he asked what he could do to help. She removed the quilt quickly. Her mouth was tightly shut as she ran towards the washroom.
He yelled out, "At least tell me if I should call a doctor or a plumber!".
She ignored his call and disappeared into the washroom. She was too weak to fight back.
He could hear her puking her guts out. As seconds passed and her coughing continued, he became concerned. He made his way towards the washroom door to find it slightly open. He could see her bent over the wash basin.
Worried, he cautiously opened the door a bit further, unsure of what he would find. He could see tears streaming down her face, her body shaking with sobs.
"Hey, it's okay. It's normal. You don't have to worry about yourself. It will be fine once you drink something. He reached out to her and placed his hand on her shoulder in a comforting gesture.
"It's alright, I'm here for you. Why don't you let me get you some tea or coffee to help you feel better?" He said comforting her.
A series of expressions swept across her face as she gazed up at him intently. He could sense she was normal now but too strained to be her normal self. This made it difficult for her to be aware of or question him about the care he was showing towards her.
