PROTECTOR OF KHAN- AU Tere Bin universe where Murtasim is Meerab's bodyguard.
The Khan family established its reign over Hyderabad as land owners, whilst keeping an iron grip on their rivals to maintain political control. Anwar Khan is the embodimen...
Stood on a bridge in New York City, Meerab and Murtasim gazed into each other's eyes with longing and passion that sizzled stronger than ever. He was wholly enraptured; her stained lips stay parted, tresses messy and sexy, pupils dilated. ''Kiss me,'' Murtasim demanded in the tight space between them, surrounded by an endless night and in a way that felt magical, the moment mirrored their first kiss beneath the open stars.
''Yahan?'' Meerab asked breathlessly, the voiced reluctance belied her readiness to indulge in the idea. Cool air tickled her ankles beneath the skirt and his proximity heated her through gently, his unwavering hold a promise of care and love. (Here?)
''It's my birthday,'' he reasoned between them in a soft, boyish murmur. ''There's no one else here.''
It was dark, she reasoned to herself, so they weren't really visible. They were secluded except for the occasional car whizzing past. So while wrapped in Murtasim's warm, protective arms, Meerab tiptoed to press her lips against his in gentle pecks, each one cherishing the moment slowly.
Murtasim pulled her closer and matured the kiss, taking the lead to angle his mouth into her, eyelashes resting, breaths stolen. 'Love of my life' chanted in his ears like praise, and the rebuilding of their love after grief made the moment somehow better. They felt deeper intertwined than ever, passion and affection deepening into something technicolour again. Velvet lips clashed and waltzed together in a clandestine soiree, her heart beating hard against his and in perfect synch.
Meerab pulled back to breathe and it made him restless. Only a second passed before Murtasim decorated her lips in pecks that sent an electric charge surging through her bones, reminding her of the bond between when; it was cleansing, enlivening and freeing. Meerab caught his lips and tugged, looking up to him desirously as she bit gently, and finally, it felt that they were on the road to recovery with the progress made.
Softly, Murtasim teased the tip of his nose with hers, unable to get enough of his wife who looked at him like she was his entire world.
''Why did you bring me here?'' Meerab's hand smoothed up his wide lapel and patted non-existent crumbs off the fabric to invite herself closer with a wifely finesse.
With a gaze of absolute affection, Murtasim replied huskily, ''It's a pretty bridge? I thought it'd feel romantic.''
''Romantic tou hai, but I know you're thinking of something else.'' The moon and stared witnessed their mindless musings. Their lips tingled in tandem, their bellies full. She giggled, the tune meandering around them. Love was in the air, feeling blessed to experience something rare and secure. (It is romantic.)
Murtasim then inhaled, long and drawn out as if in recollection of something starkly different to the moment shared. ''I was in a cab when Mariyum sent me that picture for gossip. I thought bringing you here would rewrite the moment.''
''Picture?'' Meerab asked, head tilting to try follow his train of thought.
Murtasim responded with a nod, recalling her engagement picture on his London iMac.
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