Perfect Mismatch

31 : Accident

This chapter is mainly from his pov and the upcoming chapters would contain only her pov.
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He opened his eyes when he heard the alarm and noticed Meerab asleep beside him. Their faces were so close that he could clearly hear her breathing. He could feel his breath becoming stuck in his throat as she was cuddling him. How did he get so lucky? She is protectively encircling him as though her life depended on him, with her hand over his chest and her head resting on the cushion, lips parted which aroused him. He felt his breath hitch on finding himself on such a irresistible and beautiful sight. His gaze lingered on her face, studying every feature; she is one of God's most beautiful creations.

He turned off the alarm on her phone while keeping her hand on his chest and returned to his position to gaze her. He enjoys every morning since he can see her undisturbed and gaze at her for a long time without worrying about anything. Their love is like a dance—sometimes a gentle waltz, sometimes a frenetic tango—and they are in perfect harmony. Even though they are imperfect in their own lives, they are perfect in his eyes. She is the only person he can picture himself with.

Yesterday , he was having a strong headache so his senior asked him to take rest. When he returned, he had completed the most of his work and was under sedatives from his medicines , so he was unable to realize when he fell asleep. He has no idea what happened last night, but his morning is looking quite wonderful after finding themselves in such an intimate situation. She is a pure epitome of beauty. She is incredibly gorgeous and alluring, even in the morning.

He has been resisting the urge to take her for months because she is extremely sensitive and he does not want to break her trust in him. He respects her consent , but whenever he finds himself in such situations, he feels his body betray him. He really wants her, but he constantly had to restrain his desires, which is making it really hard for him right now. He wishes he could express to her that he wants her physically since she constantly seduces him. He does not want to seem desperate to her since she is constantly conscious of her body, as he seen when Samar arrived. He was ecstatic at the time as she did not stop him from touching her.His eyes were warm and intense, whispering love.

He has already made the decision to take her to Manali for their honeymoon the following month since he believes she deserves it. Initially , he was unable to take her, but he now realizes that it is time for them to spend time together. He is aware that she loves him deeply, even if she has not realized it yet. He wants them to get to know one another better and fulfill all of her dreams. Both physically and emotionally.

"Meerab, wake up." He insisted she wake up softly, and she stirred in sleep, not ready to wake up. This is her daily routine, and he doesn't know why he finds it very cute; she is just like a baby for him. 

"Today is my holiday" she said in a drowsy voice that was hardly audible. She buried her face in the blanket to keep him from waking her, and he laughed as he watched her. He felt the warmth go as she drew her hand back, and he got out of bed, about to leave, but stopped when he felt a tug in his fingers and glanced back to see her holding his hand, her eyes half open. That made his heart skip a beat. Oh, that implies she sensed the emptiness surrounding her hand.

She can easily lure him, and he is often afraid that if she reads his mind, she will immediately throw him out for having such a prevert thinking . Daily in the morning his imagination goes wild, just like now. Like, how she would stop him when they would make out for the first time and how he would react. That thought itself sends millions of butterflies in his stomach, and he finds his body stiffening and desires waking up.

"Tum thik ho?" she said in a quiet drowsy tone. He smiled, moved towards her while still on the bed, and sat next to her. His tone softened and became more gentle as he answered, "Yes, I am OK, my sweet wife ," while tenderly stroking her hair and gently pulling it behind her ears. Meerab felt at ease as he made this gesture and smiled hearing his words. His touch was therapeutic to her, a remedy for all her scars and evidence of his love for her. His touch was a haven where all her troubles vanished, giving her comfort.