Go ahead and kill me 😉
‘How can someone be so caring and ignorant at the same time?’ Meerab was furious inside as she grabbed a pale blue night suit and walked past her husband, ignoring his intense gaze …
‘How can someone look so sexy and cute at the same time?’ Murtasim was wondering about the beauty of his wife when a loud sound brought him back to reality. He smiled as he witnessed Meerab slamming the washroom door behind her.
He was on the phone, standing by the large window when he saw her coming out of the washroom, rubbing her wet hair with the towel… This was a sight he had never witnessed before…maybe because her bath time was scheduled during his work time…
The whole day Meerab was fighting with her mixed emotions that were battling inside her since last night when Murtasim went missing: care, fear, anger, and…probably love …. All these crumbled into a ball of rage, when he did not bother to answer her about his whereabouts… She decided to take a cold shower to calm herself down before hitting the bed …."F*** You Murtasim Khan!” She murmured under her breath, completely ignoring those fixed eyes on her, she sat in front of the mirror to blow dry her hair….
Immensely engrossed in her activities, Murtasim unknowingly leaned himself against the bed frame as he continued to stare at her with amusement… If he wanted, he could have easily called off the wedding… he knew, he did not care about what his so-called Khandaan would think as he already cleared it out to Maa Begam ‘Khandhan Mujhse Hai, Main Khandhan Se Nahin’....he knew he did not have to explain the contract to anyone if only he declared that he would not agree to Meerab’s condition, hence, he was calling off the wedding… no one would have dared to even question him…but he did not…. He agreed to marry her because he was feeling her inside, which did not require permission for physical contact …. He wanted to live the rest of his life just looking at her from a distance… feel her touch from a distance…support her from a distance….and love her from a distance ….
It was almost a shame to not be able to touch those wet hair… run his fingers through them, feel them, smell them, make love with them… He frowned when he saw her rolling up the dry hair into a bun, inserting a wooden stick… ‘no no no’ his inner voice was lost as he witnessed her coming towards him while pushing the hair stick to the right position….
Murtasim Shahnawaz Khan, the tiger, who has the power to rule over hundreds of empires was crying over his wife’s choice of hair style as he wanted them open… good going Mr. Khan ….
Before he could remove his attention from that unpleasant hair stick, Meerab grabbed both lapels of his blazer, pulled him down to capture his lower lip with hers …. Murtasim’s hands were in the air for 2 seconds before he wrapped his left arm around her waist and pulled out the annoying stick from her hair with his right hand …letting those silky and smooth hair take their original position, just the way he liked it…..Clueless Peace !!... He was about to deepen the sudden bliss of love by pulling her closer with both his hands, when she released him from her grip… taking a step back, she expressed her frustration, “ Screw You! “ when he noticed a tear escaping from the corner of her eye as she walked past him and laid on her side of the bed, facing the other way…
How dare he won’t tell me where he was the whole night? Only she knew how she passed each moment of every second without thinking about him being unsafe… What if something happened to him?? What if he left her too?? What if he never wanted to live with her anymore?? What if Malik Jubair did something to him??...What if Haya ... She couldn’t continue her fear….After coming back home in the morning, he refused to tell her about his whereabouts last night…. But she needed to know where he was…her heart needed to know, her brain needed to know, her soul needed to know… every part of her body needed to know of his whereabouts…. Her heart refused to cooperate with her brain as it needed assurity…. It needed assurity that he was in front of her …. right here …. with her …She needed assurity that he belonged to her only…. She needed to feel him so that she could go to sleep in peace after 48 hours …
Amazed, Content, Hurt, Confused, he was processing all in his lost mind…. Murtasim sat on the couch, legs crossed, leaning back, he rested his left arm on the pillow against the hand rest as he watched her back…. He knew he owed her an explanation …. Not because she was mad, but she was in love with him …that tear was the confession whereas, the kiss was her declaration …. His eyes softened as he smiled, feeling her through his gaze until sleep took over him had become his favourite part of night…
-Rehana
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