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...
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Meerab wore 2 knitted jumpers over a cotton shirt and pulled a feather-stuffed parker coat overtop, barely able to lift her arms up in the aims of making her snow-ready. Even then, Murtasim threw a wry glance, unable to relate to her enthusiasm of going on an evening walk through Murree's snowy slopes. ''Main ghar reh lun, tum phirna—'' (You can have a walk around and i'll stay home—)
''Get up. Now,'' Meerab demanded, her facade fierce despite needing him so badly for navigation. She impatiently stood at the entrance of their lodge, icy wisps sneaking in from the door's cracks for warning.
''Kyun? Raasta nahi aata?'' Murtasim retorted mockingly, eyebrow lifted with childish amusement. (Why? Don't you know the route?)
She bristled in return, eyebrows drawn together to threaten him. ''Tujhe kya, haina? Ghum ho jaun gye, phir akele rehna is ghar mei,'' Meerab drawled out to incite fear, to get him to follow lead. (What's it to you, right? I'll get lost and then you can stay alone in the house.)
Murtasim's arms knotted one over the other without a gram of belief, slouched on the sofa stool as she tried to peddle the ingenious idea to him with little success. ''You do snore loud. Aaj raat ko araam ki neend aaey gye.'' His knees baked in the heat of a crackling flame that drew shadows of homely comfort upon him. (I'll get a night of peaceful rest.)
Meerab gasped, ''Jhoota. I don't snore.'' She stomped closer onto a Persian carpet, reading the playful taunt in his eyes. ''And I was in the room next to yours. If I did 'breathe heavy' in my sleep, you wouldn't have known it,'' she fibbed. (Liar!)
Murtasim's gaze didn't leave her for a second, dismantling her little ploy so suddenly. ''Aur jo adhi raat mere kamre mei aayi thi?'' (And when you snook into my room in the dead of night?)
''You heard me?'' Meerab gulped hard, guilt lodging in her throat. ''I was cold! I needed warmth...'' spluttered off her lips in a chase of innocence. I needed your cuddles.
The ghost of a smirk drifted over his peachy lips. ''Rather than turning the heating on higher, Meerab, you snook into my bed—''
Meerab wagged her finger. ''I didn't touch you, Murtasim. I even bought my own comforter. And took the socks that were on your desk, and—'' she trailed, recalling the way he had trapped her in his heavier arms for the night.
''It's alright,'' Murtasim chuckled, the tune seeped in satisfaction. ''Get my jacket, then. It's in my room — raasta tou aata hoga, hai na?'' (You obviously know the way, right?)
''Don't show me so much attitude,'' she hissed, but then without any more protest, raced up to fetch it for him.
It was a thick wool jacket that Meerab held open for him in a naturally wifely fashion. Feeling her stood behind him, Murtasim slid one arm in and then the other before shrugging his shoulders up so it hung nicely.
