Back after 13 years... Thanks to Murtasim and Meerab...
Crossing his legs, he stood against the kitchen cabinet while folding his left arm, his right hand fingers were playing with his lower lip…. Murtasim’s eyes were following every move of his wife in the kitchen like an obedient audience…. His gaze was feeling those beautiful hands that were pouring the hot milk into the coffee mugs…. Moving on, he was capturing every inch of her face in his heart with a smile…. If only he had the authority to hold that face in the scoop of his palms, he could have tasted the heaven from those luscious lips…. His eyes were only meant for her ….
“seriously???....who keeps the coffee pot up there???” Meerab got annoyed as her height ditched her by 1 cm … turning towards her husband for rescue, she caught him intensely staring at her… there goes a heartbeat into a black hole but she somehow managed to hold onto the rest… “I thought you are here to help me” raising her brows, Meerab reminded him of her words from the hallway… “that’s what I am doing” Murtasim pretended to be serious… “ Really?? And how is that??” Meerab frowned…
He slowly walked towards her, making sure to lock her eyes with his as he answered, “My wife was feeling so scared, so I am here to watch her”.... Murtasim carefully slipped both his hands around her waist to rest them on the edge of the cabinet top, capturing her perfect figure against his as he looked into her eyes…. Meerab gently placed both her hands on his chest, trying to keep a decent distance from his heart, as she tried to hide the sound of her own pounding heart against his….
“apart from guarding, I could use a hand here” she gently smiled trying to ignore the built up mixed emotions inside of her….leaning forward, “you can use ALL of me” he emphasized to her left ear in his husky voice… “SHUT UP MURTASIM!”, her heart screamed as she closed her eyes biting her lower lip as she felt his warm lips barely brushing her ear … and he knew he pulled the perfect string….
He moved more closer, witnessing her slightly leaning back, eyes still closed. Murtasim with a smile gently tipped on his toes and grabbed the coffee pot from the top shelf of the cabinet… “screw you, Murtasim” she murmured under her breath, trying to diminish his close proximity against her skin and soul….
“Here” he whispered as he saw her carefully opening her eyes…. Those sparkling eyes were enhancing a strange feeling of peace that urged him to pull her into the ocean of his paradise and reward her with his uncontrollable passion…. But again, IF only he had the liberty ….
Murtasim politely took a step back and relieved her from the torture of intoxication as he allowed her to complete her task….
The rest continues from original TB epi…
Want some more??? Stay tuned for Tere Bin Season 2: The Secret Desires ....
Rehana
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