Kaabil

18. Recuperate

Meerab

I checked the water temperature; it's perfect. It's been a week since Murtasim took a shower. I helped him wash his hair, but now, the doctor had given him a green signal that he needed a bath. Grinning, I light up scented candles, Lavender and Jasmine—my favorites. Very Feminine, but who cares? This man does not have anything in his room.

I sat on the tub's edge, my chin resting on the knees.

Just over a month ago, I was struggling.

But this man, once again, shook my core and changed my foundation.

I knew we were physically attracted to each other, but I hoped it would also be something else. Maybe too soon? Nope. It's perfect. Murtasim expressed his feelings, not a lot, but He is making an effort. I do still need to read his eyes. They are raw, with no filter this time.

I like them. Deep. Honest. Mesmerizing. This feeling of how everything is falling into its place satisfies my heart. I would often wake up in the middle of the night, chest pressed against Murtasim's side, captivating his body, his scent, HIM. I spend hours just watching him, breathing and alive, beside me. God, I almost lost all of this. I almost lost the person I was being too deeply and madly falling in love with.

Just then a warm chest collided with my back. "Murtasim," I whispered and leaned back in his touch.

"Why are you sitting here?" He stood before me, still in his brown Shalwar Kameez, with his brace. His calloused hand caressed my chin. So soft. His touch fluttered my inside, forcing me to close my eyes. "Hmm?"

I shook my head. "If I had known I had to be your wife, I would've studied medicine."

He furrowed his eyebrows but kept moving his hand along my jaw. I smiled.

"I have to read your eyes all the time. They are beautiful, but it gets hard."

His lips curled up, leaning in and grabbing my chin, "what do you want me to say?"

"Whatever is on your mind," I whispered, closing my eyes. His touch was soothing, erupting goosebumps.

I felt his hot breath hovering over my lips. Clutching his wrists, I inhaled sharply. We have kissed before, but this feels like never back.

I opened my eyes, blinking. His penetrating gaze captured my attention. I moved closer, and he crashed into me.

Devouring his scent, I wrapped my arms around his head, fingers frantically skimming through his dark hair. He pressed his hand against my nape, pulling me closer. Tongues fighting over dominance, our lips crashed against each other.

A smirk played on my lips, and I bit his lower lip, drawing blood out. He yelped but circled in patterns, keeping his free hand on the back. I let my right hand slip away from his neck into the bathtub. Scooping some water in my palm, I splashed it across his face.

"What the Meerab!"

I let out a small laugh.

"What's gotten into you, My Dear wife?"

I shook my head, slowly standing up. "You need to take a shower. I'll be waiting outside."

As I moved past Murtasim, he gripped my forearm. My eyes followed his hands.

"You need to help me get rid of my clothes."

Heat rose to my cheeks. I helped Murtasim in the hospital but dared not let my gaze wander elsewhere. However, standing nearby, I realized my thoughts were not innocent.