Unveiling Meerab [Tere Bin FF]

43. red

Author's Note: Hi everyone! Apologies for the delay with this update, I was travelling and busy! Sorry for worrying some of y'all -  I do tend to put out little updates/tweets on Twitter (@/misskaahaani) when I am expecting to be away. 

Thank you for all the love for the last chapter! I am so glad so many of you enjoyed it. Onto the next one -- this one wasn't a planned chapter, I just got carried away because of all the thirst traps Wahaj has been posting and felt like writing smut. So, this chapter is mostly fluff & smut featuring a sheer red saree on Meerab, a date, Murtasim going crazy, and some photography (as you can see from the risqué header), hehehe. See you on the other side!

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"Where are you taking me?" Meerab whined as her husband handed her a gift bag.

"It's a surprise," Murtasim said, grinning that stupid perfect grin of his.

She pouted, her lower lip jutting out. "I hate surprises."

"Liar," he teased, putting the bag on the bed behind her before cupping her face and squeezing it gently.

"Shtop it!" She whined, her words muffled by his playful grip.

He chuckled and placed a kiss on her forehead, his lips soft and warm, making her heart flutter. The tenderness of the gesture made her feel cherished, and she couldn't help but smile despite her mock annoyance.

"Shaitaan," she muttered as he pulled away, a hint of affection in her voice.

"It's been a while since you've called me that," he teased, his hand still cupping her face, thumb caressing her cheek in slow, soothing strokes.

"You're annoying again," she quipped, but her tone was light.

He snickered, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Everything is annoying to you these days."

"I'll stick a watermelon to you and see how you like it," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. Her back hurt, her feet hurt, she was always tired, constantly hungry, and just when she got comfortable, she needed to pee. "Your daughter keeps kicking my bladder!" she whined, her voice tinged with frustration.

Murtasim sighed, dropping to his knees in front of her and placing his hands gently on her swollen belly. "Meri choti shehzadi, I told you to stop doing that. You can't bother my wife like that, please," he muttered to her stomach, his tone soft and cajoling before pressing a kiss to her tummy.

He chuckled as their daughter kicked against where his lips were. "That better be you agreeing with me," he said, placing another kiss on her belly over her kameez.

Meerab sighed, yet there was a fondness in her expression. "It's probably a 'you wish,'" she said, shaking her head but unable to suppress the smile tugging at her lips, she had a feeling she was going to give birth to a feisty baby.

Murtasim looked up at her, his eyes filled with love and admiration. "She's just like you—strong-willed and feisty."

"We're in for trouble," she sighed.

"A little," he laughed, standing up and wrapping his arms around her.

He held her close, his hand resting protectively on her stomach.

"Go out with me. You're always stuck in the house these days. You'll like a change in scenery."

"I have to pee every five minutes," she whined. She hated going out because it was hard to find a clean, hygienic bathroom every five minutes.