Veiled Harmonies (Tere Bin AU)

Chapter 6

Murtasim's POV

The Morning After the Award Show

As Meerab's figure disappeared from his view, a wave of disappointment washed over Murtasim, a pang of longing gnawing at his heart. 

Her departure left an emptiness in the room that mirrored the ache within him, a silent want for just a few more moments in her presence. Lying back, he grappled with an overwhelming desire to cling to the remnants of their connection, to savor the echo of her touch a moment longer.

Murtasim's heart soared as Meerab returned to him, a rush of emotions flooding his senses. The warmth of her touch the soft press of her lips against his breathed new life into his body and ignited a spark of hope within him.  The touch of her kiss was a language of its own, communicating volumes of unspoken emotions and unexpressed desires.

As she pulled away, leaving behind a soft smile and a lingering touch, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of optimism take root within him.

Murtasim got up to get ready with a contented smile played on his lips. The brief but significant moment shared with Meerab had cast a warm glow around him, infusing his every movement with a sense of lightness and hope.

Each action he took, from adjusting his collar to grabbing his keys, was tinted with the soft radiance of their shared connection. It was as if her presence lingered in the air, her subtle rose fragrance that wrapped around him like a comforting embrace, guiding him through his morning routine with a renewed sense of purpose.

Murtasim slouched casually in the backseat of his car, sunglasses perched on his nose, trying to escape the morning sun. 

The city whizzed past in a blur of colors and sounds, but his mind was locked on Meerab and the whirlwind of emotions she stirred in him. His office was a stark contrast to the world Meerab navigated daily. While hers was a polished fortress of elegance and propriety, his was a buzzing hive of creativity and rebellious energy.

He stepped out of the car, greeted by the gritty yet vibrant exterior of his headquarters. The building was a renovated warehouse, a testament to his rise from underground rapper to industry powerhouse. Graffiti adorned the walls, a far cry from the pristine corridors of corporate offices. Inside, the vibe was laid-back yet electric. 

People moved with a sense of purpose, their attire a mix of casual streetwear and edgy fashion, reflecting the culture Murtasim had fostered.

As he made his way to his office, he could hear the familiar sounds of beats being crafted and lyrics being penned. The team here operated like a close-knit family, teasing but fiercely loyal.

"Yo, Murtasim! Trending with Meerab, huh? " one of his producers called out with a laugh.

Murtasim completely forgot about that.

"That's right! The bad boy's gone and found an angel!" another chimed in, smirking as he passed.

Murtasim shrugged, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Can't help it if the world loves drama," he replied, his voice holding a casual nonchalance.

However, the truth was far from nonchalant. The teasing was light-hearted, but the constant reminders of his public image weighed on him. He didn't want Meerab to be another footnote in his controversial timeline; she meant more than that, much more.

He entered his office, a chaotic mix of creativity and business. Papers were strewn across his desk, interspersed with scribbled lyrics and collaboration proposals. The walls were plastered with posters of his albums, and a record player sat in the corner, softly playing vinyl.