Khaani ka Khan - Tere Bin FF

Chapter 23 - My Lion

"Yeh bed khaali chaiye mujhe, agle das 10-minute mein!" He stated picking up her white wedding lehenga in the very same tone he had asked her to do something similar on their first night as husband and wife standing right there besides the bed.

Meerab raised an eyebrow, her eyes locking onto Murtasim's reflection in the mirror, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips.

"Huh? Kya kaha? ...Bed? Iss bed pe sirf main soungi," she declared, her tone leaving no room for confusion. With purposeful steps, she walked back to her husband, her expressions oddly serious for the playful banter.

"Matlab?" Murtasim questioned, his surprise evident in his voice. Although the question mirrored his earlier inquiry, her words had caught him off guard once again.

"Matlab yeh bed Dulhan ke liye saja hai aur tumhaara haq tab hoga jab tum muh dikhayi doge!" Meerab stated with a cute pout, her raised eyebrows adding to the playful challenge.

"Muh Dikhayi?" Murtasim repeated, a sense of bewilderment coloring his tone.

"Ji haan... Muh Dikhayi!" she affirmed, settling on the bed in an exceptionally casual manner, almost resembling a tomboy unaccustomed to the weight of a bridal attire. With nonchalant grace, she positioned herself at the center of the bed, spreading the lehenga skirt in a beautiful circle around her.

Murtasim frowned and whispered, his lips pressed together, "Subah mil jaayegi tumhe muh dikhayi," standing at the edge of their bed.

"Theek hai toh phir tum bhi bed pe subah hi sona, Hmm?" she countered with a playful challenge, her eyes sparkling with a blend of mischief and desire.

As Murtasim stood at the edge of the bed, a subtle frown marring his features, Meerab's eyes softened with a mix of amusement and desire. Sensing a hint of hesitation, she decided to bridge the distance between them.

With a sudden, swift motion, Meerab reached out, grabbing Murtasim's hand, and tugged him onto the bed, the surprise evident in his eyes as he landed on top of her. Ignoring any protest, he might have had, Meerab wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into an intimate embrace.

"Kyun itna gussa?" she whispered, her voice laced with tenderness. Her fingers traced soothing patterns on his back, attempting to ease the tension he carried.

Murtasim, caught off guard by her sudden assertiveness, looked at her with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. Before he could respond, Meerab cupped his face gently, locking eyes with him.

"Tell me,"She implored, "Tell me how beautiful your bride looks."

Murtasim hesitated, his gaze flickering with a myriad of emotions. Meerab's expression softened further, and she continued, "I've always only dressed for myself, for the woman I am. But today, for the first time, I dressed for you, as your bride. I want to hear you say it, Murtasim. Tell me how beautiful I look for you."

The vulnerability in her eyes stirred something within Murtasim. He took a deep breath, letting go of any lingering resentment, and allowed himself to be enveloped by the love and desire that radiated from Meerab.

"You are breathtaking," he admitted, his voice carrying sincerity and affection. Meerab's eyes lit up, and a radiant smile played on her lips. The room buzzed with an electric anticipation; the air thick with the scent of desire. Meerab, wrapped in the ethereal embrace of her bridal attire, looked at him with a gaze that begged for affirmation.

"You," he began, his voice a low, husky murmur, "look like a dream. No, not just a dream. You look like the culmination of every wish I've ever whispered into the night. As if the universe conspired to craft perfection, and it chose you."