Dhaagey: The Ties that Bind Us

34. caught again

The sharp knock on the door jolted Murtasim and Meerab into a frenzy of panic. His mother's unmistakable knock echoed through the room like an impending storm, and in an instant, their carefree intimacy was replaced by a chaotic scramble for cover.

Wide-eyed, Murtasim gestured frantically for Meerab to hide, his hissed whisper underscoring the urgency of the situation. "Quick, find somewhere to hide! What if she realized you aren't in your room?"

Their hurried movements turned the serene space into a whirlwind.

Meerab's eyes darted around the room, her breath coming in hurried gasps as he picked up her kameez and put it back on. "I covered pillows with sheets." She muttered, desperation tingeing her voice as she began to assess possible hiding spots, her eye flickering across the room before they settled on him. "Oh! Your kurta!" She hissed, and he realized that he was in fact standing in his room, shirtless.

His eyes scanned the floor and he picked up the white fabric that she had taken off of him, sliding it over his head. He barely had it on before Meerab was cupping his face in her hands, she wiped at his lips and face with the sleeve of her shirt, her voice a mixture of panic and amusement. "You look thoroughly kissed." She whispered, using gentle fingers to fix his hair and straighten his disheveled kurta.

The very garment that covered him suddenly became a source of frustration as he struggled to button up the top few buttons. He shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of his own arousal pressing against the fabric, wishing he had been wearing a darker colour because even Meerab noticed.

Her hands went straight to him, and she tried to pat him down, her fingers grazing his hardened cock, like she was trying to deflate a bag. "Not now, come back later." She murmured to it.

Murtasim's eyes widened at the feel of her warm hands against his cock, even through the layers, and he hissed sharply. "Stop touching me, it doesn't work like that! You're making it worse." He took a deep breath, attempting to quell his body's insistent response while struggling to get the last button to cooperate.

His mind raced, the weight of their predicament heavy upon him.

Meerab looked apologetic, her own cheeks flushed as she whispered an earnest "Sorry."

Their gazes locked in a shared mix of panic and exasperation as the knock sounded again, the absurdity of the situation striking them both in that moment. As they desperately tried to regain their composure and create a semblance of normalcy, Murtasim's heart raced not only from the impending danger of discovery but also from the chaos of desire that still pulsed through his veins.

As Meerab scuttled towards the bed in a bid to find cover, her anklets jingling like a musical alarm, Murtasim quickly grabbed a handful of socks and threw them towards her in a hushed desperation.

"What the hell?" She hissed as they all hit her.

"Put a pair on on, your anklets!" He whisper-yelled.

He watched with a mixture of anxiety and amusement as she nodded, fumbling to put them on, her normally confident movements reduced to a clumsy dance.

"Get under the bed!" Murtasim hissed, his voice carrying a blend of urgency and frustration. He knew his mother's patience was finite, and the impending confrontation was only moments away. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he contemplated how to maintain some semblance of normalcy while harboring the secret of Meerab's presence.

Taking a deep breath, he moved towards the door, his hand hesitating for a moment on the doorknob. He stole a glance back into his room, his heart pounding. Meerab was nowhere to be seen.