Muhafiz-E-Khan (Tere Bin MeeraSim FF)

22 - Havas

Murtasim, despite not wanting to, unsheathed himself and Meerab rolled over on the sofa, feeling empty from the warmth that heated her from the inside out, that completed her body and played a fevered caress upon her every nerve. She was already feeling was longed for as Murtasim sat up, arms wide to unfurl the spasming sensation in his groin, chest heaving for breaths after the way she had welcomed into her chanel. Meerab got up to curl upon his chest with feline sensuality and Murtasim pat her hair, needing her close. ''You were so good.''

''Best ever, Murtasim,'' she praised as her insides throbbed in ode to him.

''Bahut meethi bhe,'' Murtasim shared intimately into her open hair, chuckling pridefully. (You were sweet too.)

''Chup,'' Meerab whispered as if suddenly demure and proper, blushing as she recalled the way he ate her out, hungrily, eagerly. A moment was wasted in finding rest on him whilst still naked with her hair tumbling outwards for a shred of modesty. The midday sun flooded into the room, making her glow again. (Quiet.)

Open hair splayed on his lap while Murtasim slouched. Her head rolled as she tugged a blanket over her body and achy whines escaped her lips, tunes of sweet relief. Luxuriating in the moment, Murtasim leaned down to kiss her slowly with a tenderness that only Meerab was the recipient of. Languidly, a hand reached into a side table for the same green box. ''Aur yeh?'' It was hard to fathom how he was so boyishly impatient sometimes.

''Murtasim, we'll be going home soon and baba will see it...'' she trailed as Murtasim placed it in her hand despite it being far too large

''Kholo,'' Murtasim persisted in whispering while still in a dream-like state, wiping the waved baby hairs out of her face so he got the perfect view as she opened the gift. (Open it.)

Her nimble fingers pushed and the hinge gave way, opening to find a watch. Delicate and yet bold, silver links stretched out with a train of rose gold in the middle. The dial was a floral pink. Each hour was studded by a humble diamond with a tall crown reigning in the centre. Wonderment and surprise washed through her features and Murtasim traced her cheek, attentively asking, ''Pasand aaye hai?'' (Do you like it?)

The box lowered and Meerab looked up to him, finding adoration looking back at her, gently trying to erase his guilt. Meerab nodded at a loss for words for something so perfect despite never having shared her preference.

''It's a smaller sized dial too, kyun ke tumhare haath itne chote hai,'' he remarked with joy. He urged her to slip it out of the casing. (Because your hands are so small.)

Meerab felt his warm gaze and the cosy fleece of the blanket around her naked body. His hand smoothed over her arms until the wait was unbearable. Murtasim pulled the watch out its casing and clicked the opening. Just as he had once threaded pink glass bangled down her wrist, the metal slipped down and Murtasim secured the fastening onto her wrist. Their hands intertwined and Meerab looked at the silver and rose gold gift as Murtasim kissed her hand.

''Agar bhai ya bhabi pooche ke kahan se aaya?'' She asked whilst marvelling over something so pretty. (If Sarfaraz or Gul ask where it came from?)

''Kehna ke Shaano ne dee hai.'' He didn't care for credit, only wanting impress, striving to make her eyes twinkle for since they were kids. (Tell them that Shaano gifted it to you.)

''Itni mehngi?'' It weighted her arm, beautifully so. (Something so pricey?)

''She loves you too. It's believable.'' Her entire forearm slid past his palm in a cuff, luxuriating in its unrivalled softness, his hand nicely interrupted by the sudden glint of metal and pink.

A free hand secured the blanket to her chest, pulling herself up. ''Tumne khud choose kiya?'' The only thing she wore was his gift in their apartment, far away from owing anyone explanations. (You chose it yourself?)