Meri Meerab *Discontinued*

28 - Muskaan

explicit*

Then her hand reached out towards his body, down his chest. She turned to him and Murtasim moved his hand to rest on her hip.

She breathed out and she asked expectantly. 'Aur?'

'Aur kya?' He tried not to smile at her neediness.

'Your turn?' Her hands began making their way down his abdomen.

'Meerab.' She looked up at him amorously. She was glowing in a state of bliss.

He looked down at her in the cocoon of his body- bare and open to him. He stroked her inner thigh, the skin there sensitive and he could see her stomach tensing. He wished to stay here- just the two of them alone together, forever. This was enough for him for now- to be able to hear her say his name in pleasure.

But it couldnt go on. No- he couldn't take that from her yet- there was no nikkah. Nor she really know the specifics of a mans pleasure and tonight would not be the night she got to try.

He got hold on her leg and pushed it back - off from ontop of him and tugged the open flap of his kameez to cover her chest, rising and faling with each inhale and exhale.

So he sat up and said 'Aaj kay liye itna he kaafi hai.' He pecked her on the cheek before making his way to wash his hands.

In the aftermath of the high she had experianced, the world had slowed. It was a new world that she had seen, all thanks to his fingers. After he returned from the washroom, she placed her head on his arm and nestled into his side.

He had pulled the blanket back over her legs.

She stayed there in contemplation for a couple minutes, to process what had just happened. One of her hands was placed on his bicep, right next to her face and other folder between them. She looked so calm and innocent, as she breathed softly trying to centre herself.

He saw the henna that had seeped into her skins and had stained into a dark maroon, the contrast visable even in the dim room.

Tumhari biwi- thats what they had reffered to her as in the village. It seemed apt considering the way they were laid next to each other now.

His hand came out to stroke over her hair. She had undone the plait in her hair and a soft wave remained in it now. The coolness of it felt lush as it slipped through his fingers.

Her simple re-assurance had cleared any doubts of her wanting him. Now now had a clear concious- he could go for her. If she considered him worhty of her, then why not himself. There was no past holding him back anymore. Nor any guilt of the power imbalance. If anything- he was dancing at her fingertips.

He had opened himself to her and she had accepted him.

'Do you love me?' Meerab asked- it came out like a wisper.

The question didnt even need to be asked .He didnt even need time to think, 'Zaahir hai.' Wasent it obvious? The way he listened to her every thought and was ready at her beck and call. He had listened to her insults and played along as his husband in the village. She had pleasured her whilst denying himself.

She wanted to hear it for herself. 'Kaho.'

'Main tumsay, Meerab bint anwar, mohabbat karta houn. Mein tumharay ishq mein kohgaya houn.' The corners of his mouth turned up and his eyes crinckled at finally saying it.

'Kab say?'

Since forever- but he could remember, when ever she returned from boarding school and univseirty in the summers, when ever she was in the same room- he felt it. 'Patha nahi Meerab.'