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Midnight Melodies

Murtasim's eyes were fixated on the paperwork in front of him as he delicately reviewed each document, occasionally taking notes and carefully contemplating the numbers. The soft glow of the mini desk lamp illuminated his determined expression, and the end of his pen found a temporary home between his lips, a habitual gesture that helped him concentrate.

A few feet away from him, Meerab lay motionless on the bed. She had been battling a relentless headache all day. After she tucked Meesam into bed, Murtasim had given her a gentle kiss on the forehead and handed her a painkiller.

Exhausted from the day's demands, Meerab had soon drifted off into a deep sleep, her face calm and serene. The room was cloaked in a tranquil silence, with the only sound being Meerab's peaceful breathing and the occasional rustling of papers.

Suddenly, the bedroom door creaked open, and in a whirl of excitement, little Meesam burst into the room, her voice filled with joy, "Mama, mama!" She called out, looking for her mother. She raced towards her father, but Murtasim quickly hushed her, placing his finger to his lips, "Shhh, meri jaan , dekho Mama so rahi hain." He said as he gestured over to meerab.

Meesam mimicked her father, putting her tiny finger to her lips, and Murtasim scooped her up, placing her gently on the sofa beside him. She nestled her head in his lap, her soft curls cascading around her cherubic face as he ran his fingers through her hair ."aap abhi tak jag kyun rahi ho? Aapki Mama tho aapko sula ke ayi thi na. Hmm?" Asked murtasim, it had been about an hour since meerab had put meesam to bed, but here she was parading around as if she hadn't gone to sleep at all.

She responded with a nonchalant shrug, her big brown eyes wide with curiosity. Murtasim couldn't resist pinching her chubby cheek, eliciting a sweet giggle from her. She took this as her cue to crawl onto his lap and lay back, snuggling closer to her Baba.

With his left arm cradling Meesam, Murtasim held his documents in his right hand, trying to pat her gently with his free hand in an attempt to lull her back to sleep. But Meesam, intrigued by the buttons on her father's kurta, was more interested in playing with them. Murtasim leaned down and planted a tender kiss on her forehead before resuming his work.

Amidst the rustling of papers, Murtasim suddenly heard a tiny voice. Meesam, looking up at him, spoke softly in her adorable toddler tone, "baba.....", a mischievous smile playing on her lip. Her tiny pearly whites peeking through.

"Ji baba ki jaan?" said murtasim as he placed the papers down and set his pen on top of them.

"Baba.... phone do." Whispered meesam

Murtasim frowned and replied, "Nahi bacha, bohat raat ho gayi hai, dekho baar kitna andhera chaya hua hai. Ye phone dekhne ka nahi sone ka time hai."

However, Meesam used her most potent weapon, her large, innocent eyes. Her lips formed a small pout, and she widened her eyes, batting her long lashes, she used her sweetest tone, "Pleeeasssee, Baba, pleaseeee."

"Meesam—"
"Babaaa pleasee" she said again hoping her father would give in to her demands.

Murtasim couldn't resist her charm. "Acha acha theek hai. Lekin sirf thodi dair ke liye."

He held her closer to his chest, reaching for his phone on the other side of the table. As he unlocked it, he navigated to Meesam's favorite nursery rhymes on YouTube and played them at a low volume, mindful not to disturb Meerab, who was sound asleep in the same room.

Meesam's eyes sparkled with delight as she watched the colorful nursery rhymes, often showing her Baba the screen to share the joy. As Meesam became more comfortable, Murtasim set aside his work. He cradled his daughter in both arms and peppered her rosy cheek with kisses. The contrast of his beard against her soft, chubby cheeks made her giggle, and she pushed him away playfully.

Murtasim gently rested his head on top of his daughter's as they watched the nursery rhymes together.

As the nursery rhymes continued, Murtasim couldn't help but reflect on his life. He had never imagined himself as a father, but since the day Meesam came into their lives, he had become completely captivated by her. Her laughter, her innocence, and her ability to make him forget about the world's problems, even if just for a moment, were precious to him.

Eventually, as the rhymes played on, Meesam grew drowsy. Murtasim kissed her forehead once more and whispered, "Meesam?  Nini (neend) aarahi hai?" Meesam nodded and snuggled even closer, clutching onto her baba's white kurta. He grabbed his phone from her tiny hands, clicked it shut and placed it on the side. Murtasim grabbed a nearby shawl and lovingly wrapped it around his precious daughter. "Chalo so jao, shabash." He said as he pat her little tummy.

Soon, she drifted off to sleep in her father's strong arms.

Carrying her back to her room, Murtasim gently tucked Meesam into her small bed, ensuring that she was wrapped in her favorite blanket, snug and comfortable. As he leaned down to kiss her forehead, he couldn't help but smile as he noticed Meesam shifting in her sleep. Her lips pouted ever so slightly, and in her slumber, she whispered, "Baba."

Murtasim sat down beside her, his heart melting at the sight of his little angel. He continued to pat her back, soothing her  into a deep and peaceful slumber.

With a final gentle pat on Meesam's back, he quietly rose from her bedside, leaving the room with utmost care to avoid disturbing her. Returning to his workspace, Murtasim stole a loving glance at Meerab, who was still peacefully asleep. He leaned down, gently kissing her forehead before resuming his work, his heart warmed by the precious moments he had shared with his beloved daughter.

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