Meerab's eyes narrowed as she stood her ground, determined to unravel the mystery that cloaked Murtasim's nocturnal escapade. The room hung heavy with suspense as the air crackled with an unspoken tension. Murtasim, his eyes crinkled in amusement, teased Meerab with a mischievous grin, relishing the game of secrecy.
"Kahan thy saari raat? Batate kyun nahi ho, " she asked again
"Sonay do yaar." he tried to appear casual
"Murtasim agar tumne abhi ek minute ke andar mujhe nahi bataya ke tum Kahan thy or mujhse sorry nahi kiya to abhi isi waqt ye ghar chor ker chali jaungi" she glared at him again
"Jao," he smirked
"Tum bata rhe ho ya mein dusra tareeka istamal kerun?" Meerab's voice dripped with full hint of threat, her words echoing in the dimly lit room.
Murtasim, never one to shy away from a challenge, responded with a flirtatious glint in his eyes, "dusra tareeka istamal kero meri jaan." His tone held a magnetic charm, and he lounged on the bed, a picture of nonchalance.
"Murtasim," Meerab's eyebrows rose, a silent warning lingering in the air. She approached him, her footsteps deliberate and purposeful. There was a magnetic force between them, a push and pull that transcended words.
Undeterred, Murtasim rose from the bed, a graceful movement that betrayed the tension beneath the surface. He closed the distance between them, his smile never fading. The room seemed to shrink as they locked eyes, a silent battle of wills unfolding in the charged atmosphere. Meerab's hand found its way to the edge of Murtasim's collar, fingers tracing the fabric as she maintained eye contact. "Tell me," she demanded, her voice a whisper, but the intensity hung thick in the air.
Murtasim, still wearing that enigmatic smile, leaned in, his lips dangerously close to her ear. "Mein," he murmured, "nahi bataunga." His warm breath sent shivers down Meerab's spine, but she refused to waver.
In a sudden move, Meerab stepped back, breaking the proximity that threatened to consume them both. She eyed Murtasim with a mixture of frustration and intrigue. "I won't let this go, Murtasim. You can't keep me in the dark forever."
Murtasim chuckled, a low and throaty sound that echoed in the room. "Sometimes, darkness holds its own allure, Meerab." His gaze never left hers, a challenge lingering beneath the surface.
The room fell into a silence, each heartbeat echoing the unspoken tension between the two. Meerab, unwilling to concede defeat, contemplated her next move. With a sudden resolve, she turned away, her back facing Murtasim. "Fine," she declared, "if you won't tell me, I'll find out myself."
"Let me check your phone. " she tried to move to the side table
As Meerab began to move, Murtasim's hand shot out, catching her wrist in a gentle but firm grip. "Meerab," he said, his tone mischievous, more flirty, "hmmm, you're going to check my phone? Murtasim khan's phone?"
She turned to face him, a mixture of defiance and jealousy in her eyes. "I will- its not only about you. it's about us."
Murtasim's grip on her wrist loosened, and he sighed, his eyes searching hers. "Us?"
"I-I mean, what if you have another wife and kids too - i must leave then right. I'm trying to- to help you, " she managed to say, face flushed
"Are you jealous?" He asked teasingly.
"No, I'm not," she snapped
"Acha idher ao." he pulled her into him, and she didn't protest
