Unveiling Meerab [Tere Bin FF]

21. meerab

A/N: Thank you everyone for all the love for the last chapter, glad you all liked it! One more chapter of them indulging in each other and being cute before we get back to the plot. They deserve it - so it's over 11K words/20 pages!

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Meerab had been cocooned in the soft embrace of sleep when Murtasim had made his way back to the bathroom. Yet when he awoke again, he found the space beside him a cold void, the warmth of her body absent. A soft glow emanated from the hallway, a subtle clue of her whereabouts.

Blinking against the subtle invasion of light, his eyes glanced at the clock – it was merely 5am, sleep had graced them for about two hours. The bathroom light flicked off, but a light remained on somewhere outside, and in that soft darkness, Meerab reappeared.

She was draped in his kurta, the one he had casually discarded in the bathroom earlier. The fabric hung loosely around her, a soft contrast to the delicate contours of her body. Murtasim's eyes traveled over her, absorbing the sight – her in his clothing. It stirred something deep within him – a powerful, possessive warmth. It bubbled within his chest, spreading through his veins, a soft yet undeniable affirmation of their union. She was his, wholly and completely. She had gifted him the profound treasures of her heart and body, allowing him into spaces, both physical and emotional, that were veiled from the rest of the world, and even him for some time.

He savored the moment, the privilege of being the sole witness to Meerab in her adorable disarray. Her hair was a glorious mess, an untamed cascade that whispered tales of passion and pleasure. His kurta draped around her, hiding and revealing in soft whispers of fabric, leaving her legs beautifully bare.

"No clothes allowed in this bed," he declared, flipping the bedside lamp on, casting a warm, golden glow into the room, shadows dancing on the walls in the newfound illumination.

Meerab jumped slightly, surprise flitting across her features. Her hands clutched his kurta, holding it close to her heart. "You scared me," she sighed, the edges of her lips twitching in a playful reprimand.

In response, Murtasim shifted, settling his back against the plush embrace of their new headboard. His eyes stayed locked on her, inviting, warm. "Come here," he beckoned with a soft yet firm intonation.

A shy, enchanting smile bloomed on her lips, and she moved towards him, the distance between them closing with each soft step. A gleeful squeal escaped her as he gently, yet with an underlying strength, pulled her into his lap. Their bodies collided, a cascade of warmth enveloping them.

His hands found her face, cupping it with a delicate tenderness. Thumbs caressed her cheeks, tracing soft paths across the warmth of her skin. His eyes held hers, a silent exchange, questions and assurances flowing in the space between their gaze. "How are you feeling?" His voice was a tender inquiry, probing, ensuring her comfort and pleasure.

"Great," Meerab said, her voice soft but laced with a playful tone that immediately caught Murtasim's attention.

"You sure?" He asked, his voice heavy with concern but also an underlying curiosity, trying to gauge her feelings.

She tilted her head, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, and her lips curved into a teasing smile. "Why? Do you think you're so big that I'd be hurting now?" She said, her tone light and cheeky.

A split second after the words escaped her lips, Meerab's eyes widened, as if she hadn't intended to voice those thoughts aloud. A blush crept up her cheeks, painting them with shades of vulnerability and a charming shyness that Murtasim found irresistibly endearing.