Unveiling Meerab [Tere Bin FF]

7. a date to remember

The evening was calm, with the sky adorned in hues of pink and orange as the sun prepared to bid goodbye for the day. The weather was pleasant, with a soft, cool breeze stirring the leaves on the trees. Murtasim glanced at the clock, a sense of anticipation building within him.

He was taking Meerab out for dinner tonight.

Murtasim found himself standing before the mirror, scrutinizing his reflection. He was dressed in a simple black suit, a white shirt underneath giving him a polished, yet relaxed appearance. As he adjusted his tie, he couldn't help but imagine how Meerab would look. He had always admired her natural beauty, the way she carried herself with grace and poise in everything she did, and he felt a flutter of excitement at the thought of seeing her in the saree he had picked out for her.

"Ready?" Her question was a melodious whisper, a soft serenade that tugged him from his thoughts, as she walked out of the dressing room.

Murtasim had seen Meerab in a variety of outfits, each bringing out a different aspect of her beauty. Yet nothing could have prepared him for the sight that greeted him as he turned around at the sound of her voice. His breath hitched, and time seemed to stand still. There she was, draped in the intricately embellished ivory and silver saree he had picked for her. It was like a vision from a beautiful dream brought to life. The saree's delicate embroidery was displayed beautifully against her glowing skin, the sheer fabric adding a hint of mystique.

The blouse, its arms and back adorned with countless pearls, hugged her form gracefully, accentuating her curves and radiating an elegant charm. The full embroidery around her feet swirled as she moved, an enchanting dance that captivated him entirely. Her hair, styled in loose waves, cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall under the moonlight, while her makeup, subtle and expertly applied, accentuated her striking features, her eyes holding a captivating allure, just like her red lips.

He felt a lump form in his throat, words failing him as he soaked in her ethereal beauty. She was a vision, every bit as breathtaking as he had imagined and more. He found himself thinking that this saree, with its intricate design and sheer elegance, seemed to be created solely for her, a perfect match for Meerab's radiant beauty, just like he had thought when he saw it at the store.

In that moment, Murtasim realized that he was not just taken aback but bewitched by his gorgeous wife. "You are so utterly... beautiful." He finally managed to say, his voice filled with sincere admiration, even though the word beautiful seemed like it wasn't enough.

She blushed prettily, causing his breath to hitch, while she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She didn't say anything but the way her gaze travelled over his form told him what he needed to know. He was learning to read her, and Meerab's face said a lot even when she didn't utter a word. It was the subtle way her gaze would dance over his form, an unspoken admiration evident. Her eyes, radiant and alive, held a glimmer that only appeared when she looked at him in that particular way. It was a look that made his heart throb, his pulse race, and his mind whirl.

Meerab looked away, the blush that graced her cheeks, a soft pink hue that was prettier than any sunset he had ever seen, stole his breath away. She moved towards the dresser, her graceful silhouette bathed in the ambient light that seeped into their room. Murtasim watched as she picked up emerald earrings, their glittering facets catching the light. She lifted them to her ears, her delicate fingers carefully fastening them in place. The emeralds sparkled against her skin, their deep green a stunning contrast against the ivory saree and the rich, glowing shade of her complexion.

"Where are we going?" Her voice pulled him out of his reverie, and he realized he'd been openly staring.

He took a deep breath, an involuntary reaction as his mind was swept away by the tantalizing image of her in front of him. If their relationship had been... normal, he would have abandoned their plans, captivated by her allure he would have begged to unravel the saree she wore. But he knew better. She wouldn't allow it. So, he kept his thoughts to himself.