TereBin 2

Home sweet home

The first light of morning gently filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the room. Murtasim stirred awake, his senses gradually returning from the realm of dreams to the present reality. He blinked against the soft sunlight, feeling a sense of calm wash over him as he adjusted to being awake.

Turning his head, he saw Meerub still peacefully asleep beside him, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He admired the serene expression on her face, a reflection of the quiet beauty that the morning brought, this simple sight held its own significance.

As he shifted to sit up, Murtasim's movement caused Meerub to stir. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled drowsily when she noticed him watching her. "Good morning," she whispered, her voice a gentle caress that filled the air.

"Good morning," Murtasim replied with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting the tenderness he felt for her. He reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "Did you sleep well?"

Meerub stretched slightly before settling back against the pillows. "Like a baby," she replied, her voice tinged with contentment. "And you?"

Murtasim nodded, a sense of peace settling within him. "Yes, I did. It's amazing how a good night's sleep can make everything feel better."

Their exchange was punctuated by the sound of soft giggles. They both turned to see Meesam awake, her eyes bright with morning energy. She held out her arms to touch both their faces at the same time.

Meerub chuckled softly as she hugged Meesam "hello baby, so you are awake," she said playfully.

Meesam's laughter filled the room, a joyful sound that resonated with the promise of new beginnings. Murtasim watched the interaction between mother and daughter, his heart swelling with love for his family.

As the morning unfolded, they shared breakfast together, their conversations a blend of light-hearted banter and plans for the day ahead.

After breakfast, as Meesam played with her toys, Murtasim found a quiet moment alone with Meerub. He reached for her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. "Last night," he began, his voice soft yet sincere, " I don't know how to explain how I felt, and how I controlled myself (he kept staring into Meerub's eyes)" Meerub turned red thinking about their passionate make out last night in the lounge. She started looking around, everywhere but at Murtasim.

Murtasim continued, "But, I want to tell you that I will not push you. You can take your time to go further in this relationship." As they held each other's gaze, Murtasim and Meerub knew that love was a testament to the beauty of understanding, patience, and the deep bond they would forge over time.

The room seemed to hold its breath as Murtasim's words hung in the air, his sincerity palpable. Meerub's cheeks flushed even deeper, and she finally met his gaze, finding a mixture of warmth, understanding, and genuine care in his eyes.

"Thank you," she finally whispered, her voice carrying a blend of gratitude and vulnerability. She squeezed his hand gently, a silent acknowledgement of his consideration. "Last night, it was... intense, in the best way possible." She hesitated for a moment, her eyes softening. "I don't want you to think that I'm not interested. It's just that... I want us to savour every moment, to let our love unfold naturally."

Murtasim's smile widened, his affection for her growing with every word she spoke. He nodded, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. "Meerub, I want nothing more than for our love to evolve in its own time. I respect your feelings and your pace, and I want you to know that I'm committed to cherishing every step of this journey."

Meerub looked at Murtasim and softly said, "Murtasim" There is something I must discuss with you before we go further in this relationship.

Murtasim looks at her with questioning eyes, "What is it, Meerub?"