Unveiling Meerab [Tere Bin FF]

10. switching sides

Murtasim stepped into their bedroom at an ungodly hour, expecting to be greeted by the peaceful darkness of a late night. Instead, the soft glow of the bedside lamps filled the room, casting a warm, inviting light. It was as though he was being welcomed back. His heart ached, feeling something stir deep within him. The sight that greeted him only added fuel to the fire.

There, on her side of the bed, lay Meerab, looking every bit like an angel lost in slumber. She was still dressed in the beautiful pink suit she had been wearing earlier that day, a stark contrast to the more comfortable clothes she usually slept in. Her dupatta lay askew, barely covering her. Her phone was nestled on her stomach, and her head was positioned awkwardly, like she hadn't quite meant to fall asleep.

There were no signs of her usual bedtime routine. The pillows were still propped up against the headboard, the covers were not turned down, it was just her in an unexpected slumber. A warmth spread through him as he considered the possibility that she had been waiting up for him, and he couldn't help but smile at the thought. Her questions before he left, the unexpected kiss on his cheek, all came flooding back, igniting a sense of joy that he hadn't felt in a long time.

His wife, who seemed to have finally accepted that she was in fact his wife, was falling for him hard, like he had.

His gaze fell back on Meerab, he was held captive by her exquisite beauty. She embodied an allure that he found himself unable to resist, he always had if he were to be honest with himself. He had seen countless beautiful women throughout his life, but none had ever captivated him like Meerab.

Her flawless complexion, the color of warm honey, seemed to absorb the soft light from the bedside lamp, giving her an almost ethereal glow. Her striking eyes, currently hidden under the shadow of her long, dark eyelashes, were a testament to her intense expressiveness, mirroring the profound depths of the sea. When they flickered open, they were akin to a fawn's, wide, bright, and brimming with life. Her high cheekbones, which added an edge of sophistication to her otherwise soft features, led down to a beautifully sculpted yet soft jawline, revealing an underlying strength.

Her lips, naturally rosy and delicately carved, were a work of art themselves. There was a subtle softness in the curve of her mouth, hinting at an unspoken tenderness. Her lips were pursed her, as if lost in a dream, her adorable nose twitching slightly with each breath she took. And her hair, dark as the night sky and just as endless, tumbled around her in a wild cascade, silken locks framing her face.

Her beauty was a combination of innocence, elegance, and a fire that spoke of resilience. Looking at her now, he felt as though he was staring at a masterpiece. He was truly awed, lost in the spell that was Meerab. It wasn't just her physical beauty; it was her spirit, the essence of who she was that made her the most beautiful woman in his eyes.

He shed his jacket, dropping it carelessly onto a chair, his eyes never leaving her. Approaching her side of the bed, he gingerly removed the phone from under her delicate fingers, careful not to disturb her. Her fingers, now freed from their hold, curled slightly into her palm, making him smile at her innocence. He placed the phone on the bedside table, gently covering her with the silk sheet that had fallen to the wayside.

With utmost care, he eased the pillow from behind her back, ensuring her sleeping position wouldn't leave her in discomfort when she woke. But her head still lay at an awkward angle, sans pillow. Worry lines furrowed his brows. He didn't want her waking up with a sore neck.

Taking a moment to brace himself, he gently cupped her head, his fingers sinking into the silky mass of her hair. His heart pounded against his ribcage, his breath hitching as he gently moved her head back onto the pillow. His touch was feather-light, fearing any sudden movement would disturb her peaceful slumber.