Unveiling Meerab [Tere Bin FF]

25. mansoor ki tarah suli

A/N: Thank you for all the love for the last chapter, I am glad so many of you enjoyed it! Onto the next one! 

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Murtasim stood in front of the bathroom mirror, meticulously brushing his beard, each stroke deliberate and precise. The morning light filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. He was dressed casually, ready for the day, but there was a quiet, contented air about him.

To his side, Meerab was running her hairbrush through her long, cascading locks. Murtasim couldn't help but steal glances at her reflection in the mirror. He watched, almost mesmerized, as she gently untangled the strands, her movements graceful and fluid – yet her eyes were always on him.

There was a playful sparkle in Murtasim's eyes as he quirked an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "Itna acha lag rahan hoon? Hmm?" he asked, his tone light and affectionate.

He always loved the way Meerab looked slightly flustered when he caught her staring. Her cheeks would color ever so slightly, and her eyes would dance with a mixture of affection and mild embarrassment, as if she still couldn't believe that admiring him was her right.

In response to his question, Meerab merely shrugged, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Are you growing your beard out?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Murtasim's beard had indeed grown longer than usual. He had consciously avoided trimming it, not out of negligence, but rather a choice. Skipping the trim meant more precious moments in the morning, more time to cuddle with and kiss his wife, moments he treasured more than a meticulously groomed beard.

He nodded in response to her question, his eyes searching hers through the mirror. "Should I not?" he asked, genuinely curious about her preference.

Her reaction was immediate. Meerab shook her head, almost vehemently, as if the thought of him cutting his beard was unpalatable to her. The sincerity in her gesture warmed Murtasim's heart.

"Nahi?" he teased, a playful note in his voice.

She nodded, her eyes still locked with his in the mirror.

"So, I shouldn't grow it out?" Murtasim continued, relishing the slight widening of her eyes.

"You should...I like it," she admitted with a smile, her words simple yet filled with an affection that spoke volumes.

Murtasim turned fully towards Meerab, a curious gleam in his eyes. "Why?" he asked, genuinely intrigued by her preference.

She shrugged again, her smile widening as she set the hairbrush down. The simple gesture was filled with an easy, unspoken comfort between them.

In one fluid motion, Murtasim wrapped an arm around her waist and gently lifted her, placing her on the counter between their two sinks. His movements were both tender and assured, a testament to the deep familiarity and ease they now shared.

"Why?" He asked once more, his voice a soft murmur. He pushed her legs apart, stepping between them, his thighs pressing against the counter.

Murtasim leaned in closer, the warmth of his breath mingling with hers. The intimate proximity heightened his senses, drawing his attention to the subtle, yet intoxicating fragrance that clung to her. She smelled of roses, a scent that was uniquely Meerab, one that he had come to associate with comfort and love.

He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, the contact sending a familiar thrill through him. As his lips brushed her skin, he whispered, "You always smell so good." The words were spoken with a tenderness that echoed the depth of his affection, no matter how many times he held her, his heart still raced when he got close to her.