Giving a go at One Shots inspired by Murtasim and Meerab scenes in Tere Bin - ones that left me wanting to explore more chemistry and tension between them. YumHaj's palpable chemistry inspired me to come here and write my creativity out. 🤍
Disclaim...
Hi my loves! Back with another chapter - had a blast writing this one. The banter and teasing in this episode inspired me to continue it further. In my opinion, Murtasim was so hot and naughty to Meerab here that I wanted them to end up doing some nasty things ;) Show some love please <3 ————————————————————————
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As the morning sunlight peaked through the curtains and hit Meerab's face, she covered her eyes, finding it way too early to wake up. Whether it was an intentional or unintentional habit, she would often find herself glancing at Murtasim sleeping on the love-seat through the night.
The previous night, Murtasim had gone out without informing her. This was very unlike him as he viewed it as a responsibility to keep her updated about his whereabouts whether she cared or not. And she had gotten used to it, used to knowing where he goes, his routine of work, when he goes to the goan and when he comes back. However, she had spent last night upset over this fact, waiting for him to return, until her eyes no longer supported her and she knocked out.
Struggling to open her eyes in the morning, she peaked at the love-seat, finding it empty. Suddenly remembering that he hasn't been home all night, she felt a knot forming in her stomach. "Abhi tak ghar nahi aya?" she whispered to herself in shock. She unlocked her phone in panic to see whether he left her a message about it. Nothing, there was nothing. No text, no call, no reply since last night. Quickly jumping out of bed, she pushed her hair at the back and grabbed the black dupatta to cover herself before walking out of the haveli.
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Rushing out, she observed that Bakhtu wasn't standing there. "Bakhtu kidhar hain? Unko bulaye please" she ordered the guards. Every passing moment seemed like a burden, making her anxiety shoot up the roof. She felt like she wasn't being able to breathe. She started walking from one corner to another, trying to calm the anger that was bubbling inside her like a volcano. "Jee bibi jee apne bulaya hai? Sab theek hai?" Bakhtu asked, observing that something was definitely bothering her. "Murtasim Khan kidhar hain?" she questioned, her tone aggressive. "Mujhe nahi pata bibi jee, maine nahi dekha unko" he responded. "Kya matlab apko nahi pata? Aap unke khaas banday hain, apko pata hona chahiye woh kahan ja rahay hain" she blurted out, expressing her frustration over his carelessness. "Maaf kijiyega bibi ji laikin woh mujhe haar baat nahi batate" he responded, ashamed and apologetic about the fact that he was unaware.
