Dhaagey: The Ties that Bind Us

38. unravelling

A/N: Oh hi, *pretends like it hasn't been forever*, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I hope y'all enjoy this chapter of Dhaagey, hehehehehehe. If you're not supposed to be reading mature fics or if sexual content makes you feel uncomfortable, please feel free to skip closer to the end of the chapter.

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Murtasim and Meerab stepped into the elevator, its sleek silver doors sliding closed behind them with a whisper of finality. His hand rested gently on the curve of her waist, fingers splaying over the luxurious emerald green silk of her dress.

He took in her appearance much like he had prior to her leaving for the dinner with her friends. He loved the way the emerald green silk dress clung to her form, accentuating her curves and making her hair look even darker, almost as if absorbing the shadows around them. The color made her eyes seem more sultry, more mysterious, like deep pools reflecting a forest at twilight. The dress, with its subtle sheen, seemed to catch the light of the elevator, giving her an ethereal glow. She was stunning, and every time he thought he had memorized her beauty, she found a way to surprise him again.

The elevator hummed softly as it began its ascent to the penthouse – his gift to her, one that she seemed to absolutely adore. As they ascended, Meerab turned to him, a playful curiosity lighting up her eyes. "Is this our private elevator?" she asked.

He nodded, his eyes locked with hers, unable to look away from the captivating sight she presented.

Her smile widened, and she turned her body towards him, her gaze now flickering around the small, intimate space. "Are there any cameras?" she inquired, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Murtasim shook his head. He knew exactly why she was asking, and a part of him churned with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. He had set boundaries, lines that he intended to respect until their rukhsati, a promise of restraint and honor. But as he looked at her, at the way her eyes darkened with an unspoken promise, he found himself questioning why those lines existed at all, although he knew that it made perfect sense to him when she wasn't looking at him like she was right then.

Emboldened, Meerab backed him up against the cool, smooth wall of the elevator, a little giggle leaving her. He groaned, a low sound of desire, as she whispered "good" before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to meet her kiss.

As their lips met, the world outside the elevator seemed to fade into nothingness, leaving only the heat of their connection. Murtasim's hands, once content at her waist, roamed with a growing need, tracing the arch of her back and the contours that the silk dress clung to. Her response was equally passionate, her fingers tangling in his hair, then skimming down the expanse of his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her touch.

The kiss deepened, grew more urgent, as he pushed himself off the wall, stepping forward until Meerab's back hit the opposite wall with a soft thud, Murtasim pressing against her, his body a firm promise as he devoured her mouth. He rarely got to kiss her like this, without the fear that someone would come around the corner or knocking, and it was exhilarating.

Meerab's hands continued their exploration, trailing lower, feeling the strength in his body, her fingers mapping the lines and planes. His breath hitched slightly at her touch, his own hands gripping her more tightly, pulling her into every part of him. The elevator seemed to move around them, its steady ascent mirroring the rising tide of their desire.

He nibbled at her lower lip, eliciting a soft moan that fueled his desire further. As the intensity of their embrace grew, Meerab suddenly pulled away, her breath coming in quick pants. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and filled with a pleading intensity. "Please, Murtasim," she begged, her voice a whisper of need that echoed in the confined space of the elevator along with the sound of their heavy breathing.