Unveiling Meerab [Tere Bin FF]

56. maldives

Author's Note: Hello! Firstly, thank you for all the love for the last chapter, it was so much fun reading through the comments. We move on now (swiftly) to the Maldives! I hope y'all enjoy this very long chapter, I will see you on the other side!

Trigger Warning: There's very kinky (angry, choking, breath-play, and spanking) sex ahead. Maybe skip it if that isn't your cup of tea (it starts after Murtasim follows Meerab back to their villa). Okay, bye!

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Meerab stood at by the island in the middle of their closet, sorting through a neatly folded pile of clothes. She was focused on getting their vacation packing done before their trip in a few days, but Murtasim had other ideas. He was, of course, not interested in practicality. He'd been rummaging through her lingerie drawer, tossing in whatever items he fancied into the suitcase with a smirk on his face.

"Why did I agree to this?" Murtasim sighed dramatically, holding up the more risqué red swimsuit she had worn on their honeymoon – the type she wasn't taking on this vacation.

Meerab shook her head in amusement. "Because you like your friends," she answered simply, reaching over to take the transparent cream babydoll he had just thrown into the suitcase out.

But before she could even fold it properly and set it aside, he put it back in again with a defiant grin.

"Murtasim," she sighed, her voice filled with exasperation.

"Meerab," he echoed, he leaned forward, resting his hands on the counter as he stared at her with the kind of playful, wide-eyed expression that made him look like a mischievous child.

"Stop it," she said, taking the babydoll out of the suitcase again, carefully placing it back on the dresser.

"Nahi," he replied, refusing to surrender, and promptly tossing it back in like it was a game they were playing.

She paused, glancing at him, and despite the chaos of packing, her heart melted a little, he was such a child sometimes.

Meerab huffed, rolling her eyes. "You're so annoying."

"And you love me," he responded smoothly, his lips curving into a smile as he stood back up.

She couldn't help but let out a small smile. It was impossible to stay serious with him when he was in one of his playful moods. He looked so proud of himself. She threw the babydoll back at him, hitting him square in the face.

He laughed as he pulled it off, holding it up to inspect again. "You should put this on, take it off dramatically, and then throw it at me—just like that," he teased, wagging his eyebrows, before chucking it back into the suitcase.

"Yeah, right," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head, her lips twitching at his ridiculous suggestions. "When am I even going to wear this?"

Murtasim didn't miss a beat. "When someone else watches Meesam," he said, flashing her a grin that made her stomach flutter.

She rolled her eyes again, half-smiling despite herself.

"Don't roll your eyes at me like that," he warned, stepping closer. "It makes me want to kiss you."

Without missing a beat, she flung the lingerie back at him, laughing as it smacked against his chest. He caught it with ease, his expression shifting into an exaggerated, mock-serious look.

"You know, meri jaan..." he started, that familiar glint in his eyes.

"Don't finish that sentence," she warned, already knowing exactly where he was headed.