I've Got My Eyes On You

Chapter 27 - Moonbeam 🥀

Meerab sat on the sofa, the soft glow of the lamp cast gentle shadows across the room, creating a serene ambience. The sound of rain tapping against the window added to the peaceful atmosphere, a soothing melody to her tired mind. She gently ran the towel through her damp hair, feeling the warmth seep into her skin. The events of the day replayed in her mind like a beautiful dream - the laughter they shared, the sights they beheld, and the moments of intimacy they cherished. Glancing over at Murtasim, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of him peacefully asleep, his features softened by the gentle glow of the lamp. His presence filled her with a sense of contentment and warmth, reminding her of how fortunate she was to have him by her side.

Lost in her thoughts, Meerab leaned back against the soft cushions of the sofa, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. Each place they had visited in the past days held special memories, accompanied by Murtasim's charming and romantic gestures.

Meerab smiled as she remembered when they were off to dinner they passed by the opera house. "Do you remember how you whispered sweet nothings in my ear as we watched the sunset?" she murmured to herself.

Murtasim's voice echoed in her mind, "I can whisper them whenever you want me to, I have quite a good grip on them" His smirk lingered infront of her eyes as he drove the car. She was obsessed with his way of driving. He used to drive with both the hands back then, but now His one hand was always on her thighs-sometimes holding her hand too.

The sound of crashing waves filled Meerab's mind as she recalled their day at Bondi Beach. "You looked so hot in your swim shorts," she chuckled softly.

Murtasim's playful tone floated through her memory, "Moonbeam, be careful - your words are getting bold day by day"

Meerab's heart skipped a beat as she remembered their walk across the Sydney Harbour Bridge, and she had whinned because he didn't let her walk all alone. Her hand was clutched by him throughout. "You didn't let me walk around - you're so darpok," she whispered. She knew why he didn't leave her hand. An asian man in his mid-50s was staring at her constantly, and he wanted to punch him so hard in his face that he wouldn't even recognize him himself

Murtasim's voice, filled with frustration, echoed in her mind, "I will hold you, so that people know this pretty girl is mine and I can kill anyone"

"Ap kabhi bhi kisi ko bhi maar sakte hain?" She had asked as her smile faded away

"Shadi se pehle nahi pata tha?" He had effortlessly twisted the question, and she didn't drag it any further

The lush greenery of the Royal Botanic Garden flashed in Meerab's mind. "We got lost in the maze of flowers," she chuckled softly.

Murtasim's gentle laughter resonated in her memory, "As long as I'm lost with you, I have no complaints, my love."

"You're so cheesy, just like my fictional heroes" She chuckled, looking at the book placed on the table. She had almost finished it and had been telling him about the story and the hero in it.

He had kissed her when she had said that the male lead is hot and handsome, then had said he's like him in this department. She loved it when he kissed her unexpectedly. She found it hot.

Meerab closed her eyes, recalling the breathtaking view from the Sydney Tower Eye. "You held me close as we gazed at the city below still. I wanted to be closer, but jagah hi nhi thi," she sighed.

Murtasim's voice, filled with tenderness, lingered in her thoughts, "I don't care, even if a city is filled with lights, you shine the brightest for me, Moonbeam."

As Meerab leaned back, her thoughts drifted back to the previous night, her cheeks flushing with a rosy hue as she remembered the passionate and tender moments they had. Their lovemaking had been intense and electrifying since they came here, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Murtasim had worshipped her with his hands and lips, his touch igniting flames of desire within her. She had melted beneath his touch, surrendering completely to the raw passion that enveloped them. Afterward, as they lay entwined in each other's arms, Murtasim had held her close, whispering sweet words of affection and adoration. He had caressed her gently, his touch soothing her soul and reaffirming their deep connection. Meerab blushed at the memory of their intimate moments, her heart swelling with love for the man who had stolen her heart. She felt cherished and cherished, safe in his embrace, knowing that he would always be there to love and protect her. They had done 4 times, and she was embarrassed to accept that she still had't had enough of her. His voice was husky as he moaned her name.