Murtasim maneuvered the car over the winding village road, the rhythmic bumping of the tires against the uneven surface a soothing counterpoint to the city's constant hum. He glanced at Meerab, her eyes alight with curiosity and excitement as they left the concrete jungle behind. This was their escape, a chance to be alone without the constant interruptions of Maa Begum, Haya or the ever-present stream of visitors.
As they arrived at the rustic farmhouse, Murtasim beamed with pride. "Welcome to our little haven," he said, his voice brimming with anticipation. "I thought we could use some uninterrupted time together."
Meerab's gaze swept over the charming landscape, her face breaking into a wide smile. "It's absolutely beautiful, Murtasim. I can't believe you had this hidden away."
He helped her out of the car, their fingers brushing lightly as they walked towards the fields. The air was crisp and fragrant with the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass. The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over the landscape, transforming the fields into a picturesque canvas.
As they strolled hand-in-hand, the peaceful quiet of the countryside was a stark contrast to the incessant noise of their home. Murtasim glanced over at Meerab, who was clearly relishing the tranquility. He had hoped this getaway would allow them to reconnect, free from the usual interruptions.
Their romantic walk was soon interrupted by an unexpected sight-a small, lone baby goat meandering into their path. Meerab's eyes widened, and she let out a delighted squeal. "Oh my goodness, look at that little cutie!"
Before Murtasim could react, Meerab had scooped up the baby goat with surprising ease. She cradled it in her arms, her face lighting up with pure adoration. "Aren't you just the sweetest little thing?" she cooed, planting kisses on its tiny head.
Murtasim watched in amused disbelief as Meerab's attention shifted entirely to the baby goat. The way she nuzzled and kissed the little creature was both endearing and oddly frustrating. He tried to regain her attention, clearing his throat with a hint of playfulness. "Meerab, I'm right here, you know."
Meerab glanced up briefly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, Murtasim! I'm just giving this little guy some love. He looks like he needs it."
The baby goat, clearly basking in the attention, seemed to enjoy Meerab's affection. Murtasim's attempts to divert her attention were met with little success. He made a few exaggerated sighs and playful grumbles, but Meerab was too engrossed in her new furry friend.
"Meerab," he said with a mock pout, "I brought you out here for some quality time, not just to dote on a goat."
Unperturbed, Meerab continued to baby-talk to the goat in a high-pitched, affectionate voice. "Who's a good baby goat? Yes, you are! You're just the cutest little thing ever!"
The sound of her baby talk, filled with warmth and tenderness, had an unexpected effect on Murtasim. His face flushed as he realized the voice and tone were making him unusually aroused. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide his reaction as he felt the heat rising in his cheeks.
Meerab, noticing his flushed face, looked up and raised an eyebrow. "Murtasim, are you alright? You seem a bit... flustered."
He tried to regain his composure but stammered, "It's just that... your voice... the way you're talking to the goat. It's... it's kind of making me..."
Before he could finish, Meerab's laughter erupted. She looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, you're blushing! Are you telling me that my baby talk voice is turning you on?"
Murtasim, caught off guard and feeling even more embarrassed, blurted out, "Well, yes! It's not fair that you use that voice on a goat and not on me. I mean, it's... it's making me think of... other things."
