I've Got My Eyes On You

Chapter 17 - Romantic Tension~Love

Meerab stood in front of the ornate mirror, her reflection staring back at her with an intensity that only she could understand. Her fingers nervously fiddled with the delicate fabric of her dress, the same beige and black prom dress that had captured Murtasim's attention earlier. She adjusted her necklace, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the rapid beating of her heart.

Questions swirled in her mind, each more pressing than the last. "Isn't this dress too much? Do I look out of place?" she wondered, her eyes scanning her reflection critically. She had always been more comfortable in simple suits, but tonight was different. Tonight, she had wanted to be someone Murtasim would admire, someone he would be proud to stand beside. Her gaze shifted to her makeup, meticulously applied in an attempt to strike the perfect balance between elegance and subtlety. "Is the makeup too bold? Have I overdone it?" she questioned, scrutinizing every contour and shade. She had spent hours watching tutorials, practising the right techniques, and now, faced with the reality of the moment, uncertainty gnawed at her.

The ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to mock her, each second stretching out into an eternity. "When will he come? Should I have asked him to come early?" she pondered, her anxiety mounting with each passing moment. The anticipation was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking, a potent mix of emotions that left her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she contemplated the evening ahead. "Is it necessary to go?" she mused, her eyes drifting to the door, half-hoping Murtasim would walk in and offer her some reassurance. The thought of facing him, of stepping out into the unknown, filled her with a sense of trepidation.

But amidst the whirlwind of doubts and insecurities, a glimmer of excitement flickered.
She was excited but nervous, too. The room bathed in a soft, golden hue, and the gentle glow from the ornate lampshade, creating a romantic ambience, held unspoken anxiety in the air. The door to the room opened slightly, and he entered the room. Murtasim's footsteps, though silent, seemed to resonate in the stillness of the room as he entered.
"Fuck" Murtasim murmured under his breath. The sight that greeted him took his breath away, he gulped.

There stood Meerab, illuminated by the soft light, dressed in the exquisite beige and black prom dress he had sent her. The outfit clung to her form in all the right places, accentuating her delicate curves and emphasizing her delicate silhouette, while the intricate golden embroidery shimmered with every movement. Her hair cascaded down her back like a dark waterfall, and the faint blush on her cheeks added a rosy hue to her complexion. For a moment, Murtasim found himself unable to look away, completely entranced by her beauty.

She was adorned in the dress he had sent her— the thought itself was intimate enough that a wave of possessiveness and pride washed over him. The sight was almost ethereal, rendering Murtasim speechless for a fleeting moment. He took in the sight of her, from the gentle swell of her chest to the elegant curve of her neck. Every detail of the dress seemed to have been designed with her in mind, enhancing her natural beauty without overshadowing it.

She took his breath away - eyes stuck on her figure

Meerab, engrossed in her reflection, was delicately trying to secure an earring in place. Her fingers, nimble and graceful, struggled slightly with the intricate piece of jewellery. Murtasim's gaze was drawn to her hands—the way they moved, the delicate curve of her wrist, the slender fingers that he had often observed while she wrote the points he told her while working on the autobiography, crafting words that had the power to move him in ways he hadn't thought possible. Unable to resist any longer, Murtasim stepped closer, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet beneath his feet. He gently took the earring from Meerab's hand, his fingers brushing against hers. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through him, a tangible reminder of the growing connection between them.