Unveiling Meerab [Tere Bin FF]

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Author's Note: Helllloooo! Life has been super busy since I started going to work again, and my baby is now an energetic toddler so I find that I have no time outside of work either, so updates are a bit slower. Anyways, enjoy the second last chapter of Unveiling Meerab. It's super long (19K words), as always. See y'all on the other side!

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Meerab lay on her side, propped up by the fortress of pillows that Murtasim had painstakingly arranged for her comfort. Her swollen belly, stretched taut under the soft cotton of Murtasim's kurta, felt impossibly heavy now. Carrying twins was an entirely different experience—she could feel their weight in every movement, in every breath she took. Any moment now, the babies could decide it was time to make their grand entrance, but for now, the house was calm and quiet. Almost.

Meesam, snuggled up beside her, was anything but calm. The warmth of her tiny, chubby body was pressed into the curve of Meerab's, her head resting just below her mama's chin. Her small fingers moved with careful curiosity over Meerab's belly, a habit she had picked up from watching her father.

Her tiny brows furrowed in concentration as she traced invisible lines across her mother's stomach, completely fascinated by the babies she knew were inside.

"Babiez kab?" Meesam asked suddenly, her sweet, high-pitched voice cutting through the stillness of the room. Her lips jutted out in a slight pout, and her little brows furrowed in that endearing way that always made Meerab's heart swell.

Meerab smiled softly, brushing a stray curl out of her daughter's face, her thumb grazing over Meesam's warm, rosy cheek. "Bahot jaldi, bas kuch aur din," she murmured, her voice filled with tenderness.

Meesam's little hand paused mid-trace, and her head tilted back to look up at Meerab with wide, curious eyes that shimmered with just the faintest trace of worry. "Mama..." she hesitated, her tiny fingers resting gently on the swell of her belly now, "you still wuv Mee-Mee?" The way she missed the l sound in "love" melted Meerab's heart completely.

"Oh, meri Mee-Mee." Meerab blinked back the sudden sting of tears.

She lifted her hand to cradle her daughter's small face, her thumb brushing over the soft skin of her cheek. "Bilkul, Mama hamesha apni Mee-Mee se bahot zyada pyaar karegi. Jab babies aa jayenge tab bhi Mama ka pyaar bilkul waise hi rahega. Mee-Mee toh Mama ki pehli baby hai, haina?" Her voice wavered just slightly, and she paused to swallow the lump in her throat.

Meesam's lips pressed together in a thoughtful pout. "But you busy," she said, her words laced with an adorable seriousness that only a three-year-old could muster. Her chubby hand patted Meerab's belly softly as though making a point. "Mama babies ke saath zyada play."

Meerab felt her heart ache and melt at the same time. She gently stroked her daughter's silky hair, her fingers undoing the tangles from her afternoon nap. "Ho sakta hai mama kabhi kabhi babies ke saath thodi busy ho," she admitted softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of Meesam's head, "babies ko bahot saara time chahiye hota hai. Lekin Mama ko Mee-Mee ki help chahiye hogi." She smiled, her tone turning playful as she added, "Aur jab babies sojayenge, tab Mama aur Mee-Mee milke khel sakte hain. Waise Mee-Mee bhi toh bahot busy hojayegi - school jayegi, aur phir apne bhai aur behen ke saath khelegi, haina?"

Her hand moved to rest lightly over Meesam's, where it lay on her belly. "Aur socho, jab babies bade hojayenge, tumhare paas khelne ke liye hamesha doh friends honge," she added gently, watching as understanding flickered in her daughter's eyes.

Meesam's face lit up in a way that made Meerab's chest feel like it was going to burst with love. Her small hand pressed harder against Meerab's belly, and she said with a lisped, enthusiastic command, "Huwy up, babiez! Hum best fwends banenge!"