Meerasim Ki Dunya

Chapter 26: Care

After the awkwardness settled by Haya's abrupt arrival dissipated, Meerab moved gracefully around the room, her steps soft and purposeful. She first approached the bedside table, pouring a glass of water with gentle precision. "Here, Murtasim. Drink slowly," she encouraged, offering the glass to him with a tender smile.

As Murtasim took a sip, he couldn't help but appreciate the genuine concern in Meerab's eyes. "Thank you, Meerab. Your care makes the pain more bearable," he confessed, his gratitude evident.

A small smile played on her lips as she muttered a small "Welcome".

She then turned her attention to the pillows, fluffing and adjusting them to create a more comfortable arrangement. "Let me know if you need anything else," she reassured, her hands working with a delicate touch.

Murtasim couldn't help but admire her nurturing spirit. "I just need my officially wedded wife by my side. Your presence is the best medicine," he remarked, a fond smile playing on his lips but his eyes told Meerab something else.

The room's dim light accentuated the quiet moments between them. Meerab, sensing Murtasim's discomfort, reached for a soft blanket and carefully draped it over him. "Is this better?" she inquired, her eyes reflecting genuine concern.

Murtasim nodded, appreciating the warmth both from the blanket and the affectionate gesture. "Much better. Your care is like a soothing balm," he admitted, a hint of admiration in his gaze.

Their conversations, interwoven with acts of care, created an intimate symphony within the room. Meerab's attention to detail and Murtasim's openness to vulnerability forged a connection beyond words.

As the evening progressed, Meerab's unwavering support continued. She fetched a tray with a light meal, placing it on the bedside table. "You need to eat, Murtasim. Regaining your strength is crucial for a speedy recovery," she insisted, her tone both caring and determined.

Murtasim, his vulnerability softened by the pain, looked at Meerab with a playful glint in his eyes. "I think I need a beautiful nurse to feed me," he teased, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

Meerab, recognizing the playful spirit in his eyes, chuckled warmly. "At this time of the night, I don't think I'll be able to arrange a beautiful nurse so you'll have to make do with me," she said, picking up a spoon and gently offering him a bite.

Murtasim, embracing the childlike act, complied with a smile. "You're spoiling me, Meerab," he remarked between bites, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Their exchange transformed the room into a haven of shared laughter and care. Meerab, gracefully feeding Murtasim, found joy in these simple yet intimate moments. The vulnerability of the situation allowed them to connect on a deeper level, each morsel creating a thread in the intricate tapestry of their bond.

As Meerab continued to feed him, Murtasim's gaze held a mixture of gratitude and affection. "I could get used to this," he admitted, savoring not just the food but the warmth of Meerab's care.

The room, filled with the soft glow of the evening, witnessed a dance of shared laughter and tenderness. In that fleeting moment, Murtasim allowed himself to be cared for like a child, finding comfort in the genuine affection that flowed between him and Meerab. The vulnerability became a bridge, strengthening the connection that had quietly blossomed between them.

After the nurturing meal, Meerab, exhausted yet determined, settled into an armchair beside Murtasim's bed. The concern for his well-being lingered in her eyes, a silent promise to watch over him throughout the night.