Meri Meerab *Discontinued*

11 Vasl, 12 Zard, 13/14 Etirraf

11 - Vasl

'Meerab?'

He was standing just in-front of the door to the ensuite, sans kameez. The first thing she noticed is the golden hue of his tanned upper body, which she was seeing for the first time.

The world slowed at she took in the sight of a freshly showered Murtasim.

His chest was broad, and slightly toned. He had some hair which was scatteredover his chest. His brown shalwar hung low on his hips and she could see that his skin was still damp and that his wet hair had been pushed off his face. He looked manly. She wanted to reach out to trace the curves of his chest her hand, but she wouldnt dare.

Murtasim smirked internally at the situaiton that he had created between them. He didnt mind her roaming eyes, drinking in his appearance.

Then Meerab's eyes began to descend until suddenly she realised he was not fully dressed and this was an entirely improper situation. 'Im sorry.' Her cheeks blushed pink in embaressment at what she had witnessed, and she turned around.

He scoffed at her shyness. He walked closer to her. 'Baar tou bari sharm aarahee thee tumhein, jou ab aayge.' He remarked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Great, he still hadent gotten over her laying on the floor outside. 'Mera apna Mamu ka ghar hai. You're showing me attidtude as though i was laying the middle of abazaar.' She huffed- there no need for him to be so territorial.

She could hear shuffling behind her, the noise of his chappals on the dry marble flooring.

'Tumne bhe laytna chahiye tha, Saba madam ki farmayish par.' She was still slightly jealous at the friendliness between them. Saba was pretty, and from abroad.

'Meerab madam, mera koy shauk nahi hai sarkou par sona ka,' he retorted with a glimmer of sarcasm.

How could he be sarcastic when Meerab was buring internally because of Sabasdoting towards him? Her velvety voice and the tender grasp on Murtasims had ignited a fire in her. She didnt know what to do- her feet were not walking her out ofthe room. Maybe it was the effect of Sabas flirting with Murtasim that had fueled Meerabs need to be close to him in this moment. To be subconsciously reassured about their feeling for each other, whatever they were. 'I knocked before coming in but there was no reply,' she attempted to defend herself, but failing to account for her continued presence.

'Hmm.' She heard from behind her whilst she stood staring at the room infront of her, not daring to peak a second time.

He then walked around till he was standing directly in- front of her.

Meerab forgot how to breathe as he made eye contact, and then his eyes skimmed down to her outfit and turned icy. It wasn't her usual style.

She, too, was looking heavenly wrapped in her white flowy saree Murtasim realised- like a divine hoor from her radiant dewy glow and coy stance. Murtasim scoffed, fiending displeasure as he asked, 'Yeh kya hooliya bana rakha hai?'

That knocked her out of her trance and filled her with irriyation at his less than friendly tone. 'Kya?'

Murtasim's finger grazed the cloth and picked at the corner of the which lay over her shoulder. The cotton was soft and the threads uneven beneath his fingers,where it

had been embroidered over. 'Yeh,' stated as if it was the most obvious thing.

How could be express the sinful thoughts that ran though his mind as she stood before him, dressed so simply. She looked womanly as accentuated the curves anddraped over them with expertise. But it displayed itself as annoyance of her notrealising the effect she had on him, on any man with eyes. 'Your arms are naked, and so are your shoulders.' And your stomach too, he thought to himself.