Not related to the previous part
It was a calm afternoon in Khan Haveli. The golden rays of the sun filtered through the grand windows, casting a warm glow over the marble floors and antique furniture. In the living room, Meerab sat cross-legged on the large sofa, engrossed in a book. She had her glasses perched on her nose, and her soft white cheeks were slightly puffed as she concentrated on the pages.
Murtasim had just finished a call, pacing around the house, his usual air of confidence and authority following him like a shadow. His sternness, the weight of his responsibilities as the head of the family, and the pressure of dealing with matters beyond the walls of their home usually defined his persona. But when it came to Meerab, she brought out a side of him that no one else saw.
He sauntered into the living room, loosening the collar of his white kurta, and paused when his eyes fell on her. There she was, sitting quietly, oblivious to his presence, her cheeks adorably puffed out as she read. Murtasim couldn’t help but smile. Her soft, chubby cheeks had always been something that he found irresistible, but today, for some reason, they seemed especially... squishable.
He tilted his head, his grin widening as he approached her. She was so absorbed in her book that she hadn’t even noticed him standing right next to her.
Murtasim stood there for a moment, just watching her. The sunlight made her skin glow, and her cheeks looked so impossibly soft. He felt a sudden wave of affection crash over him, a feeling so strong that he just couldn’t resist any longer.
Without warning, he leaned down and grabbed her cheeks between his hands, squishing them together like they were the fluffiest pillows.
Meerab let out a surprised squeak, her book slipping from her hands as she blinked up at him in confusion.
*"Murtasim!"* she mumbled through squished lips, her words muffled by the way her cheeks were being smushed together. *"What are you doing?"*
Murtasim’s grin only grew wider as he gently squeezed her cheeks again, enjoying the way they puffed out even more.
*"You’re so cute, Meerab,"* he said, his voice dropping to that deep, affectionate tone he used only with her. He bent down closer to her face, his eyes twinkling mischievously. *"I can’t help it. Your cheeks look so fluffy, like little clouds."*
Meerab huffed, trying to swat his hands away, but he only held on tighter, laughing at her feeble attempt.
*"Murtasim, stop it! I'm not a baby!"* she protested, but her cheeks were still squished, so the words came out sounding like *"Mmffmm, shtop it!"*
He chuckled, releasing her cheeks just long enough for her to glare at him. But before she could say anything else, he swooped down and planted a soft kiss on each of her cheeks, making a dramatic *mwah mwah* sound with his lips.
*"Murtasim!"* Meerab gasped, her eyes wide with surprise. *"What are you doing?"*
But instead of answering, he grabbed her cheeks again, squishing them in his palms and pulling her close. His face was just inches from hers now, his playful smirk causing her heart to skip a beat.
*"I told you,"* he said softly, *"I just can’t help myself. You’re too adorable, Meerab. Your cheeks are like marshmallows. How can I resist?"*
Meerab’s heart fluttered, but she wasn’t about to let him win so easily. With a glare, she tried to push him away, but his grip on her was firm.
*"Murtasim,"* she said, her voice filled with exasperation, *"I'm not a toy. Stop playing with my cheeks!"*
But Murtasim wasn’t listening. Instead, he continued his cheek-squishing assault, gently squeezing and then releasing her cheeks, alternating between squishing them and planting soft kisses on them.
