I've Got My Eyes On You

Chapter 23[Part 2]- Confession

With a voice that trembled with both frustration and longing, she couldn't help but let the words spill from her lips, her heart pounding in her chest as she unleashed her pent-up emotions.

"Yes, I love you!" she cried out again, her voice echoing through the room, the words hanging heavy in the air. It was a raw, unfiltered confession, born out of desperation and vulnerability, yet filled with a depth of emotion that she had long kept buried within her heart.

“And I hate seeing Laila roaming around you.”

For a moment, there was silence, the weight of her words hanging between them, the tension palpable as they both processed the magnitude of what had just been spoken. Meerab's chest heaved with each ragged breath, her eyes locked on Murtasim's, searching for any sign of reciprocation. Murtasim stood frozen, his expression unreadable as he processed her confession. It was as if time stood still, the world narrowing down to the space between them, the air heavy with anticipation and uncertainty.

“Moonbeam” He uttered in a husky tone

Then, in a heartbeat, everything shifted. Murtasim's gaze softened, a flicker of emotion dancing in his eyes as he reached out to gently cup Meerab's face in his hands. His touch was tender, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek as he searched her eyes with an intensity that took her breath away.

“I do not know what your answer is to this, but I tried to stop myself, You never stopped making me feel confused. Sometimes you would flirt and talk like I am the centre of your world and sometimes you behave like we aren't event related, Murtasim” She uttered in frustration.

"I... I don't know what to say," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I never expected... that you would say this before me. "

“I know, I know the agreement in ending this week, the 10 months are completed along with the task for which you hired me! I know you would send me away. You would push me away after the book gets ready. I know you do not feel the same as I do, Murtasim. I am not forcing you to love me…I” her voice broke, “I can’t live without you…” She sobbed, and he moved closer.

“A man like you can never fall in love, I know… I am not blaming you for anything. Mein janti hun apki zindagi mein mohabbat ki gunjaish nahi hai, or shyd na hi meri… but it's not in my hands. Ap-apne is sabke bawajood mere dil mein ghar kerliya hai Murtasim, or ye ghar apko nikaalne pe raazi nahi hai” She sobbed harder.

“Meerab-

"I know - I know you regretted that night, too... It all happened because you were stressed, and I wanted to help... I wanted to be with you.." her voice broke

"Meerab, I didn't regr-"

Cutting him midway, Meerab got onto her toes and silenced him with a soft kiss, her lips meeting his in a tender caress. It was a wordless affirmation of her love, an innocent silent plea for him to understand the depth of her feelings. Her hands rested at his chest, and the first two buttons of his crisp shirt were undone, giving a slight view of his chest. At first, he was taken aback but finally surrrendered. Their lips melded together in a sweet symphony of longing and desire, each kiss a testament to the unspoken emotions that coursed between them. Murtasim's hands traced the curve of Meerab's spine, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. With a gentle nudge, he guided her backwards until her back met the cool surface of the bedroom wall. Pressed against him, Meerab could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a comforting reminder of their shared connection.

Their breath mingled in the air, a silent exchange of passion and devotion. Words became superfluous, for their bodies spoke the language of love more eloquently than any spoken confession ever could. Lost in each other's embrace, they finally surrendered to the overwhelming tide of emotion that engulfed them, their souls entwined in a dance as old as time itself. They pulled away when the need to breathe took over, Meerab looked at him, breathing heavily as if seeking an answer to her confession.