As He Closed The Doors

The Gift She Planned [2]

As she stepped down from the bed, the soft rays of a lazy afternoon sun bathed her naked form-one that was wholly covered with his marks of frenzied passion- in an elegant golden drizzle. The curtains, though drawn gave way to the intruding sunshine owing to its off- white hue and the translucency of the material. She stretched, raising both her petite arms over her head, pushing herself on her heels in a angle that could allow her muscles to relax eventually. Murtasim had his eyes latched onto her, inscribing every single detail of every movement her body participated in to his memory.

She was stunning, so much at that that it ached. There was an eccentric ,untainted grace with which she did whatever she did. It took no effort, it was indeed something she was blessed with. Her beauty was special, she was special. And He loved her beyond reason and sanity.

These were the instances when he took a moment to thank the ultimate forces for planning things the way they were planned, both the ebb and flow of it. He knew he could never be grateful enough for the chances life threw his way. The very fact that he had the privilege of loving her as he willed, was a blessing in itself and he recognizes it as one.

He watched as Meerub's eyes rummaged through the mess their discarded clothes were in, spread all across the wooden floor of the suite. She was looking for something.
Picking up her husband's discarded white kurta from the floor, one that she had herself pulled off his body last night in a desperate need to remove all obstacles existing between their skin - Meerub faced the giant tilted mirror cornered along the bed, gracefully sliding the piece over her frame.

Though hefty on her petite frame, his clothing seemed to embrace her build as intently as a second skin. The material covered her naked torso, toppling down till a few inches below her knee. A smile tugged at his lips as she watched her impatiently work through with the buttons, when eventually the realisation dawned her way. Most of the buttons were missing, or rather torn off from the side- brim by her own, needy fingers sometime last night. The realisation led her to bite her lips as she quickly raised her eyes only to catch the sparkling ones of her husband’s, in the reflection. Well it’s not my fault that he is this uselessly gorgeous, she heard her brain squeak. Pulling her hair towards one side with a huff, she restlessly pushed the sleeves higher as she inched towards the wardrobe.

“Don’t give me that look Murtasim, you should see the tatters you have made out of my salwar kameez! It’s a pity, it was my favorite ...one that I mostly wore to college you know...”

Murtasim's amusement was evident as he retorted, the sarcasm stroking at her lovingly ,”Is that so meri jaan? I don’t remember you remembering any of that last night... though my advice to you would be to avoid wearing your favorite pieces when around me, for I can’t really guarantee anything.”

The response to that was crisp. “You are annoying but... that warning runs on mutual grounds Mr.Khan.”, drawing out a rich chuckle from him.

Meerub took out a moderately hefty box from one of the shelves and a small contrasting pouch along with it. The beige box had a small red bow braced on top that held a tag clipped in it. Climbing back on the bed , Meerub sat with her knees folded beneath as she silently ushered her husband to sit up, her excitement palpable. Murtasim felt his curiosity grow as he sat up, pulling the bed sheet to cover him till his waist. Meeting his wife's large, intent eyes ..he smiled encouragingly having her to hold out the baby pouch towards him. Murtasim took it from her, confusion clouding his curious expressions when Meerub spoke up  almost in an attempt at offering him some understanding.

“This is from Meesam's mama, on behalf of Meesam for her baba's birthday...”.

Murtasim looked up startled. He appeared more clueless than before, except now he found himself looking forward to it even more. Untying the knot of the pouch, he pulled out a small plastic body – a pen drive. Meerub ,in silent guidance fetched out her laptop from the bedside table ,setting it up on his lap ...her silence kept intact. Murtasim, by now driven with the need to understand where this was to lead him was quick to push the pen drive in the right slot ,following which the external album processed to give way to a series of three audio files, each named as specific dates. Still baffled, Murtasim glanced at his wife, the questions in his eyes evident.