Perfect Mismatch

15: Love Is Painful

Meerab walked straight to Saba, who was seated on the second-to-last bench in her classroom. They either want to sit in the first or second row; if not, they choose the last benches, which is OK with them. Today, she is beaming with joy as she had a great start to the day when Murtasim teased her, and although she made a concerted effort to appear unaffected, her body always responded in the other manner.

Settling her bag on the table, she sat down on the bench and gave a firm hug to Saba, who giggled at the sight of Meerab blushing today. She is looking cheerful and like her old self again. After being betrayed by Rohail, Meerab transformed from a happy, carefree, and fun-loving girl into a solemn and emotional infant. It amuses Saba to see Meerab living life to the fullest and receiving the respect and affection she deserves from Murtasim. She is the one who saw Meerab cry for Rohail and her parents. They frequently got into fights due of Rohail as Saba did not like him and he used to manipulate Meerab by brainwashing her.

"Kitna blush laga ke aai ho aaj?", Saba made fun of her, and Meerab, who was startled that Murtasim had not allowed her to use it today, he also teased her for it. Are they both talking to eachother. Or is she looking to weird?

In defense, Meerab answered, "No, I have not used it," which caused Saba to giggle. She then turned on her phone's camera to show Meerab's picture, with her cheeks crimson from blushing. Meerab's cheeks darkened to a deeper shade of crimson red as soon as she saw herself on camera.

"Murtasim...", Saba started to tease her, but Meerab cut her off in the midst.

"Hann lgaya tha. I think I applied a lot of blush", Meerab said, turning to face her surroundings to save herself more embarrassment . Murtasim was correct—she does not even need to blush if he says something. It is very beautiful feeling and she is experiencing this utmost love for the first time. Although she liked her time with Rohail, their relationship was characterized by gifts, disagreements, jealousy, and a few romantic talks. With her head resting on the seat, Meerab closed her eyes and thought back to the events of the morning.

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"Why are you applying blush? Isn't my one compliment enough? Jada Karu?", he inquired as she emerged from her changing room and applied blush to her cheeks. Feeling Murtasim's cold hands against her shoulder as he moved behind her, she shivered. Glancing at him via the mirror, she saw his sly gesture towards her cheeks, which made her blush more. She had no idea how he felt, but she felt compelled to break his face and take away his grin since he always gets the chance to tease her but she never gets it.

"No, thank you", Meerab said with an overly corny grin.

"Look at yourself first. Do you even need it? I don't think so. Over ho jayega Mrs Khan", Murtasim whispered huskily near her ears and she shivered again feeling his voice. She grasped the dressing table tightly to support herself as her knees began to give up. His deep, gravelly voice and the closeness that had begun to strongly influence her gave her butterflies in her stomach. Her body began to heat up just thinking about him, and the name "Mrs. Khan" itself seemed so wonderful to her. He is really attractive, and occasionally she imagines what it would be like to be in his loving arms and how lovely it would be to get a kiss from him. Astagfirullah, Meerab control  .

She realized it was true when she saw herself in the mirror. Her cheeks are already turned into crimson red and applying blush will look over. She dropped the brush on the table and ran towards the bathroom excusing him saying "I will come after combing and... Umm..." She trailed off as she didn't know what to say further