Tere Bin One Shots

OS: Unspoken Confession

"Itna achcha lag raha hoon?" he asked with his gaze fixed on his wife through the mirror.... She colored and averted her gaze to the magazine... "Acche ka toh pata nahin... lekin aab burey nahin lagte" she admitted, trying to keep her focus on the magazine in her hands as she attempted to suppress the flush that threatened to appear on her cheeks.... He turned around to look at her, a smile playing on his lips while his heart was unexpectedly fluttering.... "Matlab achcha lagta hoon" he urged.... "Pata nahin" she flushed while avoiding his gaze...

She observed him, sipping through his handsome features.... was she actually blind or always forced herself to drift away from the evolving emotions she felt for her husband?.... He was handsome!... Extremely handsome! ....Murtasim walked towards her and gently flipped the upside down magazine in her hand, "Magazine seedha karlo please, you are holding it upside down" he stated... this sudden closeness urged her to close the distance just for a fraction of time....

Mind was a total haywire and before she could give herself time to process further, her hands reached for the lapels of his black blazer.... All he could remember was a sudden pull by his wife and he was on top of her with both his palms slammed on the bed on either side of her head... the first touch of her tender lips felt like two fresh petals of rose as she gently captured his lower lip in between hers....

Everything snapped inside him as all his blood rushed south when his right hand slipped under her neck and he pulled her up a bit for a better access to taste those inviting lips while grinding his hip against hers, sending thousand of shivers down her spine....this was the first time she came in contact with manhood and the sensation was insane that she let go of his lapels to wrap her fingers around his neck to pull him closer as they kissed passionately.

Intensely exploring each other's mouth and lips with urgency...she broke the kiss to catch her breath but he did not stop as his lips trailed down the path to her throat, leaving traces of hot wet kisses and occasional suckles or nibbles, claiming her with authority.... "Murtasiiiim" she moaned as she caressed the nape of his neck, encouraging his act of passion.... "Meeraaab" he deeply groaned against her creamy flesh in response.... His hands hovered around her waist and neck, then grabbed onto the neckline of her black suit and pulled it down before burying his face in her silky collarbone.... his name escaped her lips in a moan again as his lips assaulted her barely visible cleavage with sweet torturous kisses....

And he chanted her name in groans, unable to resist his overwhelmed love and passion for the woman underneath him ... all the thoughts about the upcoming event fled away his mind as all he wanted to remember was the woman he passionately loved and dreamt about.... But someone had to come to senses and it was her, the culprit, when she reluctantly stopped him and without meeting his eyes, pushed him aside and got off the bed... "we're getting late, Anas and his mother will be here soon" was all she could mutter before leaving him disheveled on their bed....

But to hell with the world, he wanted to know what was that all about? Quickly adjusting her suit and hair, Meerab rushed to the entrance of their bedroom when his hands wound around her waist from behind and pushed the door closed before her face and locked it.... Meerab closed her eyes and felt a cold air brushed through her body.... It was the blush or tension, she did not know but all she knew was that she did not want to face him and confront her feelings at that very moment...

She felt ashamed of herself to reveal her desire before her confession.... was it too late to admit that she fell harder for this man behind her? Or her shameless act already disclosed all her secret love and desire for her husband.... She suddenly wanted to bury herself under the ground before facing him....

Meerab clutched onto the door handle and rested her forehead against the door, lowering her gaze, when she felt his warm breath on her shoulder...his arms were still wrapped around her but far from her contact as his hands rested against the handle and lock... "What was that Meerab?" He could not define himself if he was demanding or pleading.... But whatever the hell that happened a while ago needed to be justified.... He took a step ahead and finally moved his left hand from the lock to wrap the arm around her abdomen before pulling her back to hit his masculine form and she instantly clutched her eyes shut, both her palms were flat on the wooden door as she tried to balance herself from melting into his touch....