The OS- Keh bhi nahi sakta seh bhi nahi sakta- Continued

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Before reading I would want Y'all to put "dil hi mera dard hai" in the background for all the right feels!!

See you on the other side

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The night had settled into a comfortable quiet by the time Murtasim returned to the Haveli after a long day of shikar. His muscles ached with the strain of the hunt, and his clothes bore the dust and sweat of the day’s exertions. All he wanted was a moment of peace, a shower, and perhaps a glimpse of Meerab to soothe his tired spirit.

As he entered the Haveli, he noticed the warm glow of light spilling from his room. Curiosity piqued, he made his way toward it, his footsteps light against the polished wooden floors. The door was slightly ajar, and through the crack, he could see Meerab, her figure illuminated by the soft, golden light of their bedside lamp. She stood before the vanity, her face freshly washed, and her damp hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves. She was applying creams to her face with a practiced hand, her expression one of serene concentration. Murtasim paused at the door, his breath catching in his throat at the sight before him. She was stunning, as always, but there was something particularly captivating about her in this unguarded, intimate moment. His eyes traced the contours of her face, the curve of her lips, and the delicate line of her jaw. Her skin, still dewy from the shower, glowed under the soft light, and the damp tendrils of her hair clung to her neck and shoulders, enhancing her natural beauty. Murtasim exhaled slowly, unable to tear his gaze away from her.

“Fuck” He breathed

How was she always this gorgeous, no matter what she did? he wondered, a mixture of admiration and longing filling his heart. Meerab, sensing a presence, turned slightly and caught sight of Murtasim's reflection in the mirror. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly composed herself, turning to face him fully. "Oh, you're back," she said, her tone casual, but her eyes betrayed a hint of curiosity and perhaps something else – a flicker of vulnerability.

Murtasim stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind him. "Haan bus abhi aya" he replied, his voice low and steady. "How was your day?"

Meerab shrugged, continuing to apply her night cream. "It was fine," she said, her tone nonchalant.

Murtasim nodded, moving closer to her. He could smell the faint, fresh scent of her shower gel, mingling with the subtle fragrance of the creams she was applying. It was intoxicating, and he found himself drawn to her, unable to resist the pull.

"You look tired," she remarked, glancing at him through the mirror as she put the finishing touches on her nighttime routine.

“You notice me?” He flirted

As his words hit her ears she turned her head back, towards him, glaring at him in annoyance.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Haan thak gya hun” He paused, his gaze falling on her neck, the collarbone tempting him as always, “Zada waqt ke liye Shikar thaka deta hai aksar. 9 hours you see” He licked his lips, his gaze never moving from her.

Meerab nodded, understanding. She set down her cream and turned the mirro again, sensing a strange feeling within her. His rugged hair, tired eyes, popped out veins from the forearms distracting her. She shook her head slightly to regain focus, her damp hair swinging softly with the movement. "You should shower and get some rest," she suggested, her voice gentle yet firm

Murtasim smiled, appreciating her concern. "I will," he said, but he made no move to leave. Instead, he continued to watch her, his gaze softening as he took in her beauty.

There was a brief silence, charged with unspoken words and emotions. Finally, Murtasim spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Khoobsurat ho tum." He exhaled, his eyes dark yet full of adoration. He turned back. She watched him go with a smile on her lips. As the door closed behind him, she felt a flutter of happiness in her chest, knowing that despite everything, there was a connection between them that neither could deny. Meerab as if blushed at his words, a shy smile tugged at her lips. "Thank you," she murmured in a low tone only she could hear, feeling a warmth spread through her at his compliment. Her brain shifted back to the day- the kiss

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