Scene 1: The Night of the Big Romantic Dinner
It had been a week since Murtasim and Meerab had shared a proper moment together. The hustle of family duties, the unending political meetings, and the eternal drama of the Khan Haveli had kept them both on their toes. So when Meerab suggested they sneak away to the rooftop for a quiet, candle-lit dinner, Murtasim jumped at the chance.
The air was crisp with the early onset of winter, and the rooftop was adorned with fairy lights that twinkled like stars above. A soft breeze carried the scent of jasmine from the nearby garden, and the moonlight bathed everything in a soft, romantic glow. Murtasim, ever the romantic at heart, had arranged a cozy setup with cushions, a small table, and a warm blanket.
As they settled in, Meerab couldn’t help but admire how handsome Murtasim looked in the soft lighting, his usual stern features softened by the flicker of candlelight.
“Murtasim, you really went all out for this, didn’t you?” Meerab smiled, her eyes sparkling as she teased him.
“Anything for you, Meerab. You know that,” he replied, his voice deep and full of warmth as he reached out to take her hand.
They enjoyed their dinner, laughing and talking like they hadn’t in weeks. As the evening wore on, Murtasim decided it was time to take things to the next level. His hand slid across the table, gently caressing Meerab’s cheek before leaning in for a kiss. It started slow, their lips barely brushing against each other, but the intensity quickly grew. Murtasim’s hand moved to the back of Meerab’s neck, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened.
Meerab could feel the tension building between them, the kind that made her heart race and her skin tingle. As their kiss grew more passionate, Murtasim began guiding her back towards the cushions, intending to lay her down gently. But just as he leaned over her, Meerab’s hand accidentally knocked over the wine glass on the table.
“Murtasim!” she gasped, trying to save the glass, but it was too late. The red wine splashed all over Murtasim’s white kurta, staining it beyond repair.
Murtasim froze, pulling back slightly to look at the mess. He blinked at his now wine-soaked outfit, a bewildered expression crossing his face. Meerab bit her lip, stifling a giggle as she looked at him apologetically.
“Sorry… I didn’t mean to…” she started, but the giggle she was holding back slipped out, and soon she was laughing uncontrollably.
Murtasim sighed, his earlier romantic mood dissipating as he looked at his ruined kurta. “Meerab… I was trying to create a moment here,” he muttered, though he couldn’t help but chuckle at the ridiculousness of the situation.
“Well, you certainly created a memorable one!” Meerab managed between laughs, wiping tears from her eyes.
Murtasim shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he reached for a napkin. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“I know,” Meerab said, still laughing as she leaned over to kiss his cheek, leaving a small lipstick mark in the process.
“Let’s clean up this mess before it gets any worse,” Murtasim suggested, his tone light, though he couldn’t deny the slight disappointment at how the evening had ended.
But as they cleaned up the spilled wine, Murtasim couldn’t help but smile to himself. Meerab’s laughter was infectious, and despite the ruined moment, he was still glad to have shared it with her.
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Scene 2: The Midnight Stroll
The Khan Haveli was asleep, and the only sound that could be heard was the soft chirping of crickets in the garden. Murtasim had finally finished his work for the day, and instead of retiring to his room, he decided to check on Meerab. He found her sitting by the window, lost in thought as she gazed out at the moonlit garden.
