Kaabil

24. Complete

Meerab

When the night sky fell, I knocked on my parent's door. Baba, Murtasim, and Dad were in the office. It would take them a long time, giving me the perfect opportunity to catch up with Mom.

Mom opened the door wide and hugged me again. She took a sharp inhale and kissed my temple. We both settled down.

"Are you happy?"

I nodded. "Yes."

Happy? No, I am complete. No sudden parental changes or a new fiancé was popping into the situation. Just Perfect.

"Do you forgive us?" Mom wiped her wet eyes. I scooted closer and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, forcing her to hug me like before.

"Mom, I do forgive all of you. I mean it. It took me five months to accept my situation, but it was needed. I had to stay away from you to sort myself out. And you know what, I am also most grateful to Uncle Shahnawaz."

Mom smiled. "Why him?"

I pouted and slowly whispered, "Because he gave birth to Murtasim. And he sacrificed his son for my mother's satisfaction."

She chuckled. "How is he treating you?"

"Like his queen."

"Mashallah! As he should."

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(Mature Content 18+)

When my bedroom door creaked, I threw myself in Murtasim's arms. He stumbled and almost hit the wall. Squeaking, I wrapped my legs around his torso. He, sure, has excellent reflexes. He caught me in midair and clutched my body to his.

"Wow, someone is energetic at this hour."

I giggled and snuggled into him. Nodding, "I'm just happy today."

He started moving back until my back hit the mattress. He tucked my loose strands behind my ear. "Say it." He was standing beside the bed, between my legs.

I narrowed my eyes. Say what?

"How did it feel to meet your parents?"

I silently smiled. "Like everything is back in its place. I missed them a lot. And Mama asked me to come to Karachi."

"And what did you say?" Murtasim tugged my shirt above my head, leaving me in my beige bralette. His calloused hand met my skin near the navel. His lips followed soon. I moaned in pleasure when he sucked the skin there.

My voice croaked. "I said we will be there as soon as you've handled Malik entirely. No rogue son or the father." He hummed in response, continuing his sweet torture. His tongue traced my skin to my boobs. It took him a few seconds to leave me bare-chested. His lips teased and nibbled my buds. Pinching and harshly sucking, he pressed his thighs to my heated flesh.

He moved his body further down, inserting his hand in my pants. His finger met my throbbing clit. I took a sharp inhale as he played with my lips down there. Slowly, he pushed his fingers to my hole.

I let myself close my eyes. His touch electrified my senses. All the while, he moved me out of my clothes with ease. I tugged his kurta off, his lower, and then his boxers.

He stood naked, clutching my legs and throwing them over his shoulders. With one hand, he pulled me towards him. While he swiftly reached for the condom, lapping it on his hardened cock. "Are you still sore?"

"No," I whispered. "I don't think so."

He leaned in again, positioning himself at my entrance. In one thrust, he was thoroughly in. My breathing hitched, and closing my eyes due to discomfort, I clutched the sheets tighter than before. "Ahhhh." I bite my lip so hard, sucking blood. The pleasure made an entry, elevating my nerves. My heart beat faster than ever before.