I've Got My Eyes On You

Chapter 35: Imposter's statement- Lie? Or truth 🥀

Murtasim sat alone in his hotel room in Canberra, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound breaking the silence. He was dressed casually in a black T-shirt and grey sweatpants, his usual imposing demeanor softened by the informal attire. Still thinking about the day's events. How had it all happen? Where were the other minutes of the meeting? Who had dared to cheat him? He had no clue. He had almost lost the delegation to the rivals and this wasn't something small for him. He had never been this blank and clueless for any big tender's deal. His mind shifted to the one who had changed his life upside down. A complete change. Meerab- Moonbeam

When would all this end and he would get a break? This was the first time Murtasim Khan was yearning for a break in all the previous years, just to spend time with her, without any restrictions, tensions and commitments

Murtasim inhaled sharply, his heart yearning for Meerab. "Meerab," he exhaled with a smile, grabbing his phone. As he checked the time, he saw that it was 12 am in Canberra, which meant it was 5 am in Pakistan. He sighed deeply, not wanting to disturb her at this early hour. His thoughts were consumed by her, by the memories they shared, and the love that bonded them so deeply. Life felt emptier without her presence, the distance between them a painful reminder of how much she meant to him.

He leaned back on the plush chair near the window, staring out at the night skyline, but his mind was far away, back in Pakistan, back with Meerab. A gentle smile tugged at his lips as a vivid memory washed over him, transporting him to a warm afternoon in their living room.

They were sitting on the sofa, the sunlight filtering through the curtains casting a golden glow around them. Meerab was dressed in her favorite yellow salwar suit, her hair cascading over her shoulders. She was talking animatedly about something, her hands gesturing as she spoke. Murtasim, in his black T-shirt, listened intently, his eyes never leaving her face.

"Murtasim," Meerab had said suddenly, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "I'm going to make us some tea. You just wait here."

He watched as she disappeared into the kitchen, the sound of clinking cups and boiling water filling the house. Moments later, she returned with two steaming cups of tea, setting them on the table before settling back on the sofa beside him.

"Here you go," she said, handing him a cup. "Oh by the way- Shehad ya shakar?"

Murtasim tilted his head as a smirk tugged at his lips, his right hand reaching to her cheek, his thumb stroking her lower lip "Your lips" he said huskily. Meerab's breath had been caught in her throat at his flirtatious reply, a red crimson shade appearing on her cheeks.

"Kya- kya matlab?" She asked innocently

"Nothing bus ek sip lelo" He said with a huskiness in his tone, his smirk growing wider

"Murtasim," she said, turning her face away as she shifted slightly on the sofa, dragging herself a step back.

"Yes?" he responded, leaning forward, closing the distance between them.

"Uh-I-" Her words faltered, the proximity making her heart skip a beat.

"What do you want to say, Moonbeam?" He moved a little more forward.

Trapping her in his arms between the arm rest and the back of the sofa he leaned down, his face inches apart from hers

"I" She paused

"I feel shy" She completed, turning her eyes away, not being able to look into his dark, full of desire, needy eyes. His eyes

Meerab's heart pounded as she turned back to face Murtasim. Her eyes met his, and she felt an overwhelming rush of emotions. She couldn't help but get lost in his eyes, those deep, dark pools that seemed to hold the universe within them. His eyes were the colour of the richest coffee, dark and inviting, with a certain warmth that drew her in every time. She noticed the flecks of gold around the irises, catching the light and giving them an almost ethereal glow. The way his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners when he smiled always made her heart flutter. There was a depth to his gaze that spoke of wisdom, strength, and a tenderness that was reserved just for her. As she looked deeper, she could see the intensity of his love and the unwavering commitment he had for her. His eyes were expressive, capable of conveying so much without a single word. They held stories of their past- the passionate nights, she could see herself in his eyes from each of their nights and days, they held promises of their future, and an undeniable passion that made her feel cherished and protected. Meerab felt a warmth spread through her as she continued to gaze into his eyes. She could see the reflection of her own face in them, and it made her realize just how deeply he cared for her. His eyes were a safe haven, a place where she could find solace and comfort.