I've Got My Eyes On You

Chapter 23[Part 1] - Failed Seduction

As Murtasim watched Meerab sleeping peacefully beside him, a pang of uncertainty flickered within him. Had he taken advantage of her care? The thought gnawed at him, casting a shadow over the tender moments they had shared the night before. He couldn't shake the nagging doubt that lingered in the back of his mind. Yes, she had offered him comfort, had been there for him in his time of need, but had he crossed a line? Had he allowed his emotions to cloud his judgment, to lead him down a path that he couldn't return from? The weight of his doubts bore down on him, mingling with the warmth and affection he felt for Meerab. He didn't want to tarnish their bond with any hint of regret or uncertainty. She had been nothing but supportive, nothing but caring towards him, and he couldn't bear the thought of pushing her away, but he had to ask her..

As he watched her sleeping form, he made a silent vow to himself-to cherish her, to protect her, and to never let his doubts overshadow the feelings he had for her. He would strive to be worthy of her kindness, to be the partner she deserved, no matter the challenges they faced. He blinked away the remnants of sleep, his gaze again falling upon Meerab's serene form, sleeping peacefully beside him. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched her, his heart swelling with a mixture of affection and gratitude. He couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the way she had comforted him, held him close, and brought solace to his troubled heart.

With a determined resolve, Murtasim moving closer to her side, reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch tender and filled with silent apology. He vowed to be her rock, her support, just as she had been for him, not because she had allowed him sex, but because of her words. Her words made him feel what he had always desired but never asked for. He vowed never to let his world cast a shadow over the beauty of their connection, and if he did something like that, he would back off himself.

She looked so serene, so beautiful, even in the midst of sleep, dressed in his oversized shirt that draped loosely over her frame. A wave of possessiveness washed over him, the realization hitting him like a bolt of lightning-she was his, his wife, his partner, his solace in a world of chaos. He couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in his chest, a profound sense of contentment settling over him as he took in her peaceful form.

Her cheeks held a rosy hue, her lips slightly parted in a serene expression, and her eyes closed in a blissful slumber. He found himself captivated by the sight, his gaze lingering on her eyes, those beautiful windows to her soul. They seemed to radiate a positive energy, a light that filled the room and warmed his heart in ways he had never known. For the first time in his life, Murtasim felt his cheeks flush with warmth, a blush creeping up his face as he marvelled at the beauty and tranquillity of the woman lying beside him. In that moment, surrounded by the soft light of dawn and the gentle rhythm of her breathing, he knew-this, right here - was where he belonged.

With a slight movement, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Meerab's cheek, his breath warm against her skin. The gentle touch conveyed a silent reassurance, a whispered promise of devotion and protection. As he lingered there, the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. In that moment, as he tasted the sweetness of her skin, he felt a surge of happiness wash over him.

With a subtle smile gracing his lips, Murtasim reached for his mobile resting on the bedside table. His fingers tapped out a quick message, his mind already envisioning what he had in store. As he finished typing, he paused, his gaze drifting back to Meerab's serene form lying beside him. A surge of affection welled up within him as he admired her peaceful expression, her features softened by the embrace of sleep. With a silent click, he captured the moment, preserving the image of his beloved wife in the gentle embrace of slumber.

The sentence, "I wish you say yes," escaped his lips, barely audible yet filled with profound meaning. It was a request, yes, but more than that, it was a testament to the depth of his feelings for her. As he pulled back, his gaze lingered on her a little longer. He rose from the bed and made his way to the washroom. The memory of her sleeping form lingered in his mind, filling him with warmth and gratitude.