Filmon ki Tarah| Completed ✔️

Chapter 19 (Mujhe unka touch accha nahi lagta)

As the early morning light filtered through the window, Mahjabeen's heart fluttered with excitement. She couldn't resist the urge to capture Murtasim's essence on paper. With an impish grin, she gently shook him awake, the anticipation dancing in her eyes.

Murtasim, still groggy from his slumber, rubbed his eyes and blinked up at Mahjabeen. His voice was laced with sleepiness as he mumbled, "Aankhey band kardu?" (Should I close my eyes?) A mischievous twinkle in his gaze, he thought she woke him to just stare at his eyes.

Mahjabeen couldn't help but giggle at his drowsy inquiry, finding his endearing nature irresistibly charming. She playfully nudged him, her laughter dancing in the air, and replied in a teasing tone, "Phir faida hi kya?" (What's the point then?) Her words were accompanied by a mischievous smile, betraying her intention to capture his captivating eyes in her sketch.

As Murtasim obliged and kept his eyes open, Mahjabeen's nimble fingers danced across the paper, effortlessly capturing the contours of his face. With every stroke, she marveled at the way his features seemed to come alive under her touch.

His face, still drowsy and adorned with gentle morning stubble, held a captivating allure that she couldn't help but admire. As she sketched, she noticed the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly, creating an air of intrigue. His eyes, a deep pool of warmth and curiosity, sparkled with a hint of mischief.

A smile played at the corners of Murtasim's lips, a mix of contentment and curiosity about the final outcome of Mahjabeen's artistic endeavor. He couldn't help but be drawn to her focused expression, as she concentrated on capturing every nuance of his face.

The room was filled with a tender silence, interrupted only by the soft scratching of Mahjabeen's pencil against the paper. Time seemed to stand still as she translated her inspiration onto the page, bringing Murtasim's essence to life with every stroke.

In this intimate and playful moment, Mahjabeen's love for Murtasim intertwined with her artistic talent, creating a delicate harmony between the two. Mahjabeen's heart swelled with a mixture of love and admiration as she sketched, cherishing the opportunity to capture the beauty of the man before her. And in Murtasim's eyes, as he glanced at her every now and then, she could see the reflection of her own affection mirrored back at her, a silent testament to their playful, romantic connection.

As Mahjabeen continued sketching, a mischievous glint sparked in Murtasim's eyes.

Murtasim, with a slight smirk, tilted his head and whispered, "Pata hai, agar tumne mujhe iss sketch mein zyada khubsurat banaya, toh tumhari saheliyan jaljayengi."

Mahjabeen looked up from her sketchbook, a playful smirk curling her lips. She raised an eyebrow and replied, "Agar ye sketch accha bana toh mai apni saheliyon ko kyun dikhaungi! "

He chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling. "Ye bhi theek hai."

Mahjabeen pretended to ponder for a moment, tapping her chin with her pencil. "Hmm, agar maine aapko mooch ki chotti aur aik aankh ka chashma dediya toh baat banjayegi"

Murtasim feigned offense, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. "Mooch ki chotti aur aankh ka chashma? Mahjabeen, tumne mera dil tod diya! Mujhe laga tum meri shakal se zyaada meri seerat se pyaar karti ho."

Mahjabeen couldn't help but burst into laughter, her joyous sound filling the room. The sheer delight on her face was evident as she playfully nudged him, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Her laughter conveyed a sense of lightheartedness and carefree happiness.

However, as Mahjabeen went to throw away the dirty paint water, something unexpected happened. Murtasim hugged her from behind, causing her emotions to shift. The suddenness of his action triggered a mix of surprise and apprehension within her. Her laughter died down instantly, replaced by a startled expression.