Tere Bin One Shots

OS: Piss Off

A/N: As promised, here is my little take on the scene where Haya sits on Meerasim's bed and tries to feed him soup after the fish fiasco!

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"What should I do with the soup, Bibiji?" Fari asked... "DUMP IT!" holding her gaze with her husband, Meerab instructed through gritted teeth.... Fari left with a nod...

"Interesting! Last time I checked, both your hands were functioning well while having breakfast....so, what happened all of a sudden??... the Murtasim Khan needed to be spoon fed??.." Crossing both arms against her chest, Meerab mocked with a pout....

"I was.." Haya tried to open her mouth but was interrupted abruptly... "SHUT UP!... and next time, if I ever see you even 10 meters near the hallway outside my bedroom, then mind it Haya, I will personally break your legs! ... Did I make myself loud and clear? ... " Meerab exaggerated, keeping her eyes fixed on Haya who nodded immediately...

"Meerab!" his tone was soft as he was both surprised and concerned... This was the first time he witnessed Meerab being verbally abusive towards anyone.... "Stay out of it" she dismissed her husband before turning back to the girl.... "And trust me sweetheart, I am so good with sticks... don't believe me?.... ask your darling brother.... Right Murtasim?" she smirked... it gave Meerab an unpleasant satisfaction to see Haya in tears....

"Now GET OUT OF HERE!" Meerab screeched at Haya, who quickly got up to leave.... "Make sure to close the door behind you" she yelled after her and heard a loud bang as the girl seemed to obey the instruction thrown at her.... Turning back to her husband's shocked face, Meerab slightly leaned forward to meet his level and continued with a stern face, "And you! Next time, keep this mushy mushy bullshit thingy with your obsessed cousin outside my bedroom, get it?" ...Meerab turned around while flinging her dupatta over her right shoulder, adjusting it from slipping off....that was all he could take when with his left hand he grabbed the end of her dupatta, which decided to fly over as a slap on his face, and he yanked it... the sudden jerk brought Meerab back to her initial spot, facing him, while she clutched onto her dupatta over her busts, trying to hold it at its designated place....

"How dare you disrespect me like this?" he was furious.... "Disrespect? Tell me how to respect you Murtasim when you have the fucking nerves to literally flourish her every single attempt of getting intimate with you..." Meerab bursted out...wrapping his left arm around her waist he pulled her onto him, then instantly pinned her down on the bed as he moved his torso to the right and roughly settled himself on top of her... "Murtasim, move" she warned in a low tone as she choked on air at the proximity with both hands pushing against his chest... "Not until I'm done" he flickered his gaze between her eyes and lips, trying to focus on his words before capturing her wrists and pinning them on either side of her head...

"Don't make Haya an insult for me, Meerab" he finally requested ..... "I am making her an insult for you? .... The psycho is literally roaming around me and declaring her lust for you every now and then .... Challenging me to take over my place....Not that I give a shit about her obsession.... But Don't you think that is already an insult for you?" Meerab hissed, pushing her head up to make an attempt to release herself from his grip when his hands slid from her wrists towards her palms, clasping her fingers with his....

Murtasim did not know what to answer as he was feeling utterly disgusted, hurt, angry, and somewhat guilty for the accusation... maybe she was right that his sympathy was being misused by the other party... This was supposed to be a momentous dispute between the two but his body chose to react in a different path as it was pulling the strings of his weakness, urging him to cross the boundary, deceive the mind and achieve the goal his heart has set... his fingers that were entwined with hers were now gently dancing against her fingers causing her to take a gulp in, be cautious of his next move.... "Murtasim, Move" Meerab repeated.... This time it came more as a plea but she could hardly hear herself as her heart started pounding against him, mind was messed up while body was matching his rhythm....

She shuffled under his masculine physique, an attempt she thought would help her create a distance which never existed in the first place between them.... But her attempt did nothing of the intention except infuriating his arousal .... and her eyes widened, lips parted as she felt his hip against hers with a slow yet significant brush... Meerab felt dizzy, it was hard to keep her eyes open and focused with determination so she clenched her eyes shut, hoping to remove the fogginess that seemed to surround her brain at that very moment.... Murtasim kept nudging his thumbs against hers as he tilted his head a bit to absorb the beauty of his wife....

She was beautiful .... Those trembling parted lips so close to his were doing something to his heart as he smiled at her face .... "Your place...Hmm?" she instantly looked at him to find a small smirk on those cunning yet soft lips and she collected herself to respond, looking for the correct terms, "Haan.... My place.... My rights" she blurted out and realized the last portion came out without a filter when she mentally kicked herself.... The smile on his face now grew broader as he raised his brows and pushed himself further down to feel her form, "I see... speaking of rights my dear lovely wife, let me clarify something" he quickly bent his face down to take a bite on the exposed vein on the curve of her neck followed by a soft lick on the spot before turning back his face on her, when Meerab just moaned at the sudden sensation of his touch.... "This is the right you should be claiming for" Murtasim groaned as he pushed his hip against her, letting her feel his right of needs ....

"And trust me sweetheart, no species on this planet has the right to even think about things you own" he confirmed.... "I will make sure your place stays exactly where it is, right in my mind, heart" he paused to look down at her lips "and in my bed, under me" his voice was husky as his breaths mingled with hers, ready to swallow her down at any moment.... "Get the Fuck off me, Murtasim" she clenched her teeth, hating her body for already picking his side as it started to melt down under his proximity and unfiltered words and battling her to pull him closer to destroy the distance between them....

That was the last stunt Murtasim allowed her to pull as he finally claimed her lips with his.... Slowly and sensually ravishing each cell of those two rose petals while continuously moving his hips up against hers.... Her fingers clutched onto his for support as she felt a hot wave rushed to her core, urging her to dive into the passion with the man on top of her.... He nibbled on her lips, stealing plenty of soft kisses, savoring her mouth in whatever way it was accessible until he felt to need for oxygen....heaving deep breaths against her lips, he continued, "Every time you use a slang, I will sanctify your tongue with mine.....remember that!" saying that he unwillingly pulled himself and left the room with a woman in misery to crave for him... 

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