FF: The Secret Desires (Tere Bin, Meerasim)

Part 29: The End of a Beautiful Era

"Thank you" Murtasim said in a low tone as he took the seat across from his father at the front patio....Mr. Shahnawaz Khan looked up from the newspaper and met his son's gaze, observing the contemplating look of his son....before he could respond, he was questioned for his deed, "Why did you do that?" taking a pause, Murtasim continued, "Why now?" .... Sarina was sent behind the bars and all the evidence against her was submitted to the court of justice.... But he still could not understand why his father had this sudden change in mind... What got him to change his heart overnight?

Folding the newspapers, Mr. Khan gently placed it over the tea table between them as he took off his glasses and then heaved a deep sigh of relief.... "She crossed the limit with Meesam..." Mr. Khan paused to notice the change in color on his son's face..... "I'm your father Murtasim" he hinted with a smile and his son realized that he had been under surveillance, which meant all his work against Sarina under the table had been under his watch.... Murtasim chuckled, "why didn't you come talk to me about it?" the son asked and his father took another deep sigh.... "Would you have trusted me then?" he asked, keeping his gaze intact with his son....

"Could you blame me for that if I did not?" Murtasim counteracted, his eyes softened and the pain was clear in his eyes..... "No" Mr. Khan contemplated as he got off his seat.... "But I guess now I have started to realize why you did what you did back then" his tone was low as if more of convincing himself than his father.... The older man chuckled before placing a hand on his son's shoulder who did not realize when his father left his seat to stand beside him as Murtasim looked up "and should I give the credit to Meesam and my upcoming grandson?" Mr. Khan teased while his son just smiled ....

If it was hard to bring your offspring to the world then being a parent was even harder.... You have to understand the loop to decide on the loose ends ... one wrong move and you are off the hook for the rest of your life where you are left with nothing but regret....Murtasim also conceived the lesson as he stepped into the same shoes of Mr. Khan..... the shoes of a father....

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"Yecks!" Meerab made a disgusted face at the glass of milk before her.... "Never mind, have this" Saba pushed a plate of assorted fruits in front of the 2 months pregnant lady before removing the glass of milk from the sight of the same .... Meerab excitedly grabbed a piece of freshly cut apple from the table.... "Yucky minky Mimmi" Emaad shared his mutual agreement to the taste of white milk.... However, a flavor of either chocolate, strawberry or banana could have been a better choice for both of them.... "Chocky minky" he excitedly suggested with both chubby hands in the air and Meerab's eyes twinkled as she flashed her most endearing grin at the boy... "me too....I want chocolate milk too" she demanded with a pout.... Mrs. Begam laughed and poured some chocolate syrup in the two glasses of white milk and mixed it before offering the two demanding kids....

"Diddu, I diink white milk" Meesam proudly exclaimed as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, removing the residue from the milk she just finished in one go.... "That's because you are a big and strong girl" Mrs. Begam patted the little girl on her back.... "Yes, I be stoong like Moosim" she showed her soft chubby biceps causing the ladies to share a delightful laughter....

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"Stop it Murtasim!" Meerab struggled to release her hands behind her back from his strong grip.... It was supposed to be an angry tone but the action of her irresistably annoying husband was making it hard for her to be ignorant and mad at him... she was not supposed to melt into his arms.... His protective, love-making arms...

"Murtasimmm!!" she cursed herself for the moan that she let out when he suckled on the sensitive spot right above her heart.... Trapping his 3 months pregnant wife in his arms against the reading table, Murtasim grasped both her hands behind her back with his left hand, while pulling the hem of the maroon blouse down burying his face in her chest.... She threw her head back as the blow dried long curls cascaded down her back, the upper part of her maroon chiffon saree was now hanging loose over her stomach while the anchaal was supported by her left lower arm which was currently held behind, at her husband's mercy....