Meri Meerab *Discontinued*

55 - Piyaas

Murtasim had waited that night. He got out some old paper work out, he put on some music on snd he even skimmed through the sketches for the mahal. He had periodically checked the clock on his phone, but the hours passed and she didn't come.

He wasn't sure why he was a littleupset when she had outright told him that she wasn't going to come when he had asked. But there was a part of him that had remained hopeful.

The desire for his wife had been accumulating as he had anticipated her arrival. He had finished himself off last night whilst still in her contemplation.

After all, they had been sneaking around the haveli to be together for the past month. The sense of  anticipation only heightened the desire between them. They were constantly in wait of the next opportunity for another glimpse, another soft touch or warm embrace.

They didnt get to see much of each other the following day either. She remained busy in one part of the mahal and him in the other. The girls were overseeing the construction of the tent like structure outside. Then they had spent a while at the local bazaar, putting in an order for fresh roses and selecting dried fruits and nuts for the wedding hampers.

Murtasim had been in busy in overseeing the electrician sort out the main hall's wiring and going to order a grand glass chandelier to be commissioned for the room.

However, there had been a brief moment when their paths crossed as she rushed out into the lawn and him into the mahal.

The stairs of the entrance loomed overhead and the world seemed to slow as their eyes met.

He was in western attire and hers was dress was flowey and blue. Her hair wasent styled in her usual curls - it was left to it's natural wave pattern. He felt her gaze look him up and down and perhaps imagined that she took a step towards him too. But the moment was too fleeting, short-lived and underwhelming compared to their longing for one another.

He wanted to ask if her she was okay, if she was stressed about the planning, or if his mother had assigned her too many tasks. But before a word could escape his lips, her name had been called - somewhere in the distance. She turned towards the noise and hurried out, away from him once again.

He had a feeling his mother was keeping them seperate on-purose, when she kept ushering Meerab away for menial tasks which didnt really require her attention.

He had just gotten back and had received updated design ideas from the architect. He headed to the quiet of his bedroom to look over these- the papers sprawled out over his coffee table- he was amending with red circles and questions marks. Obviously he needed his wife's input but he was in a-bit of a mood with her still.

There were so many decision to make and so much work left outstanding, but he couldn't seem to concentrate due to the need in his groin. She ahd looked so pretty in the doorway. She always so pretty, dressed up or bare faced. Clothed or naked. He had tasted her on their wedding night for the first time and had been starving for her ever since- for her kiss, for her gentle finger tips trailing his abdomen or her warmth wrapped around him. Each stolen touch that confirmed he was his wife and he was his- mind, body and soul.

Murtasim pushed up his sleeves to help him relax and focus on the task ahead. He had told himself that he wasen't to message her first- it was her turn to step forward. He had busy working towards their wedding- she could atleast come to greet him or call to give an update- but no, she was too engrossed in shopping.

He head a knock on the door.

'Ajau.' He called out to who ever was at the other side of the door.

As though she could telepathically sense his emotions, his wife walked in with a tray in hand. She had taken care to lock the door behind her.