Khaani ka Khan - Tere Bin FF

Chapter 8 - Soul's Tempest(3)

"I didn't want that feeling of being wanted to go away," her admission was a plea, a desperate hope that he would understand the fears and insecurities that had driven her actions. In those words, she laid bare the complex tapestry of emotions that had woven their past and paved the way for their present. The bond they were forging now was one that embraced the scars and the healing, the pain and the love, and the unwavering commitment to find solace in each other's arms.

In an intense moment, Meerab's lips found his with a fierce urgency, a passionate declaration of her need for him and his affection. Her tongue breached the barriers of his lips, a tender yet insistent exploration that carried a profound yearning to feel desired and cherished. Murtasim's response was swift and equally fervent, his own desperation reflected in the way he met her kiss. The barriers that had once stood between them seemed to melt away, leaving only the raw honesty of their connection. Their shared history of insecurities and misunderstandings had taken its toll, but in that moment, they sought to reclaim what had been lost.

The tumultuous journey they had embarked upon had only deepened their feelings. Knowing the depths of her struggles had illuminated his heart, fueling his desire to protect and cherish her like never before. The weight of his own regrets hung heavily on his conscience, an acknowledgment of the moments he had failed to shield her from the complexities and politics of his world, something that she was completely unaware of. In the aftermath of their passionate kiss, a sense of profound realization seemed to wash over Murtasim. He acknowledged his own shortcomings with a heavy heart: his underestimation of Haya's intentions, his failure to see Malik Zubair's actions for what they were, and perhaps most painfully, his decision to relinquish their relationship at a crucial moment when Meerab had been ready to embrace it. The memory of that pivotal moment, when he had let his doubts and fears guide his actions, was a bitter pill to swallow. The realization that he had allowed his own insecurities to overshadow the opportunity that lay before them was a painful truth to confront.

The poignant irony of it all was not lost on him. The night before, she had borne her heart to him, confessing her love, embracing him with a tenderness that had ignited a spark between them. She had accepted his love for her for the first time, shedding all barriers between them. They had shared passionate moments of intimacy that had felt like the culmination of their shared journey. And yet, in the aftermath of that profound connection, he had chosen to push her away. As he looked at her now, her closed eyes revealing the vulnerability of her emotions, he was struck by the stark contrast between the passion they had shared and the subsequent pain they had endured.

As they caught their breath, their connection remained unbroken, their foreheads resting together as they navigated the delicate space between words and emotions. "The day I got to know I am pregnant," her voice began, carrying a mixture of vulnerability and courage. Murtasim's eyes opened to meet hers, a mixture of curiosity and concern in his gaze. Despite her eyes remaining closed, her words held a weight that was impossible to ignore. Her voice held a trace of emotion as she continued, "I wanted to share those moments with you." The lump in her throat was a tangible reminder of the myriad of feelings she had experienced during that time. She pressed on, revealing the depth of her inner turmoil, "I thought of returning back to you so many times... but I was scared." As she finally looked up to meet his gaze, her eyes held a mix of determination and vulnerability.

"I was scared that Haya would harm our baby." Meerab murmured, not wanting to even bring those words to her lips. Murtasim's arms around her tightened instinctively, a protective gesture that sought to shield her from the haunting thoughts she had dared to voice. His heart constricted at the mere notion, the idea that someone would pose a threat to the life growing within her. It was a fear he could hardly bear to entertain, and yet, he recognized that it was not an implausible worry. The name "Haya" echoed in his mind, carrying with it the chilling reminder of her capability for manipulation and cruelty.