Unveiling Meerab [Tere Bin FF]

40. from second to third

A/N: Thank you for all the love for the last chapter, I am so glad so many of you enjoyed it, hehehe. Onto the next one, this one is mostly fluff, see you on the other side!

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Murtasim walked them into the bathroom, the soft glow of the sun rising casting a warm light over them, he set Meerab down softly, giving her privacy to use the bathroom as he turned on the water, filling up the tub, knowing she enjoyed soaking in the tub with a copious amount of bubbles that smelled like vanilla and lavender. The sweet scent filled the room, creating a soothing, tranquil atmosphere.

He watched as she padded out of the enclosed stall, gorgeously naked as she walked over to the vanity, pouting and picking up her hairbrush. Her movements were graceful, and he found himself mesmerized by her every action. Her figure, with its newly added curves, was to die for, every inch of her exuding femininity and allure. Her hair, long and silky, cascaded down her back in a dark, shimmering wave, a striking contrast against her skin.

Murtasim found himself mesmerized by her every action, his eyes following the movement of the hairbrush through her luxurious locks, the gentle sway of her hips, the serene expression on her face as she focused on her task.

Her eyes met his in the mirror, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks. "Aise kyun dekh rahe ho?" she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.

"Kyun, dekh nahi sakta?" The familiar words rolled off his tongue, and he found himself taken aback by the change in the situation, he could have never even imagined this back then.

She shrugged, a small smile on her face.

"You're naked and gorgeous," he sighed, unable to tear his eyes away from her as she ran the hairbrush through her hair, smiling a little at his words.

"Hurry up, the tub is almost full," she said, her voice gentle yet insistent, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

When he returned from the enclosed stall, she was tying her hair atop her head in a bun, delicate fingers skillfully twisting the strands out of the way while she walked towards the tub.

He wrapped his arm around her waist as he approached, his touch tender and protective, and pressed a kiss to her forehead, loving the little giggle she let out, a sound that always made his heart swell with love.

He settled into the tub first, the warm water enveloping him in a comforting embrace, holding his hand out to her, helping her carefully settle into the warm water between his legs. She fit perfectly against him, her body molding to his as he leaned back into him.

He sighed happily, the contentment evident in his eyes as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing a gentle kiss into her shoulder. His hands rested on her stomach, rubbing gently. "I think I get why men always want to keep their wives pregnant," he muttered, chuckling when she whacked his arm playfully even as she settled back against him more comfortably.

"Did you have a dream again?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur, pulling her closer, resting his chin on her shoulder.

She nodded.

"Hmmmm, have more of those," he teased, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice filled with playful mischief.

She sighed, a soft sound of contentment. "I don't dictate what I dream about," she replied, her voice gentle and serene, the words mingling with the steam rising from the water.

"Does she then?" he said, rubbing her stomach with a tender touch, his fingers tracing gentle circles, hoping to feel the slight movements of their baby.