Meerab stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open to find Murtasim's hand delicately caressing her cheek. The soft touch sent a gentle ripple through her senses, and with a playful grin, she decided to dive into the morning with a spirit of mischief.
Meerab, in a mock protest, asked, "What do you think you're doing, Murtasim?"
Murtasim, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, continued the smirk, a silent invitation to the impromptu game that was about to unfold. Meerab, pretending to be deeply offended by the tender gesture, batted his hand away with playful theatricality. A smile tugged at the corners of Murtasim's lips as he leaned back, silently observing Meerab's theatrical performance. She sat up with an air of mock indignation, casting him a playful glare.
"Mr. Murtasim, I demand an explanation for this outrageous behaviour!"she accused
"I thought a gentle wake-up call might be appreciated." Murtasim uttered innocently while he drapped his shirt over his shoulders.
"Gentle? This was more like an invasion of personal space." Meerab teased
"And thank you for wearing your shirt, I thought I've to write a letter to you to wear it," Meerab said sarcastically
"Well, I don't mind reading one," he continued. "I'll go get freshen up anyways." he smirked at her and dissappeared from her sight.
In the hushed stillness of Murtasim's bedroom, Meerab's eyes wandered over the carefully curated space that bore the imprint of a man whose life was a tapestry of contrasts. The room, a reflection of its enigmatic occupant, echoed the duality that defined Murtasim's existence. The dark, mahogany furniture stood in stark contrast to the crisp white sheets on the bed, a visual representation of the shades that danced in the corners of Murtasim's life. The muted glow of a single bedside lamp cast a warm halo, softening the edges of the room that seemed to hold secrets within its walls. Meerab's gaze lingered on the framed photographs adorning the dresser-a glimpse into Murtasim's past, frozen moments that revealed fragments of a life rarely glimpsed by outsiders. The juxtaposition of the ruthlessness Meerab knew and the tender expressions captured in those frames added another layer to the mystery she was tasked with unravelling. As she traced the contours of the room with her eyes, Meerab felt a subtle tension in the air-an unspoken narrative waiting to unfold, a silent invitation into the labyrinth of Murtasim's complexities. The room, like its owner, held a magnetic allure that beckoned Meerab to delve deeper into the shadows that cloaked this otherwise private sanctuary.
"Meerab, how long does she plan to stay here, by the way? I mean, how long do we have to be like this. It's kinda hard, I guess. " he came out after fifteen minutes, water dripping from his hair. An off-white towel scattered around his neck on a black tanktop.
"I don't know exactly...She didn't tell, and I didn't ask, You don't want her to stay at your house? You can tell... I'll do something else for her then, " Meerab said with a hint of guilt in her voice
"No, it's not like that. I have no problem. Of course she can stay! I was just asking."
"Acha ...thankyou... anyways, what are the plans for today? Are we going to unravel some new glimpses of your world, Murtasim?" Meerab asked curiously
"I have a few meetings scheduled; I don't exactly know if I get time for this today."
"Umm, okay." She replied in a low voice
"Don't be sad, Moonbeam. I'll be back after my work ends." He smirked
"I AM NOT." Meerab was annoyed
YOU ARE READING
I've Got My Eyes On You
FantasyMurtasim khan is from the Mafia world, and Meerab is here to pen down his world... "I was scared of losing you, Moonbeam..." "But i had no option, Murtasim." People in love are the two halves of A whole! Aren't they?🥀 -Maheen
