The minutes ticked by painfully slowly for Meerab as she lay bound to the bedpost, her anticipation building with every passing second. Murtasim's promise lingered in her mind, making the wait both torturous and thrilling. She could hear snippets of the conversation outside, Bakhtu's voice mixed with muffled replies from the others. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Murtasim, his heated gaze, and the unfinished business between them.
Murtasim was seething with frustration as he dealt with the latest interruption. He had been trying to manage the unexpected issues with all the grace he could muster, but each moment felt like an eternity. As he spoke with Bakhtu, he could only think about Meerab, the way she looked tied to the bedpost, and the intense need that had been building up inside him.
Eventually, Murtasim managed to resolve the situation with Bakhtu, though his patience was wearing thin. He headed back towards the room, his mind filled with the determination to finally have Meerab all to himself. He could only hope that the others had decided to stay away for a while longer.
When Murtasim finally opened the door, he was met with the sight of Meerab waiting eagerly. Her hair was tousled, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of desire and mischief. The sight of her like this made his resolve even stronger.
Without a word, Murtasim crossed the room in a few long strides, his gaze locked onto Meerab’s. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her skin as he began to re-tie her wrists to the bedpost, his movements purposeful and filled with raw need.
Meerab shivered as his fingers touched her, her breath hitching with every caress. “Finally,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Murtasim's hands worked quickly, but with a deliberate, almost reverent touch. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “Every second away from you has been torture.”
With her wrists secured once more, Murtasim took a step back to admire her, his eyes dark with desire. Meerab’s blouse was now in tatters, her body exposed and enticing. The sight made his pulse quicken, and he couldn’t help but groan in frustration.
“Ready for round two?” Meerab teased, her voice a sultry purr.
Before Murtasim could respond, there was another knock at the door—this time, more tentative. His frustration reached a new peak as he realized he was being interrupted yet again.
“Murtasim, beta, are you in there?” Maa Begum’s voice came through, concerned and persistent.
Murtasim’s face turned a deep shade of red with anger. He shot Meerab an apologetic look before turning to the door. “Not now, Maa Sahab!” he shouted, his voice a mix of frustration and desperation.
Maa Begum’s voice softened with concern. “Is everything alright?”
“Everything’s fine!” Murtasim snapped, though he was aware that his irritation was clear. “I just need a moment alone.”
He turned back to Meerab, his eyes still burning with lust. “This is getting ridiculous,” he said, his tone filled with exasperation. “But I’m not giving up. Not now, not ever.”
Murtasim moved back towards Meerab, his hands gripping her hips as he prepared to resume their passionate encounter. However, just as he was about to press his body against hers, another knock at the door interrupted them.
This time, it was Anwar, his uncle. “Murtasim, we need to discuss something important.”
Murtasim groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. “What now?” he muttered under his breath.
He opened the door, forcing a smile. “Chacha sahab, I’m sorry, but I really need to finish something right now. Can it wait?”
Anwar looked at him curiously, but Murtasim’s insistence made him nod and leave, though not without a concerned look.
As Murtasim closed the door, he saw Meerab’s eyes glinting with mischief. “I guess we’re destined to be interrupted tonight,” she said, her voice low and teasing.
Murtasim chuckled darkly, stepping back towards her. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”
Just as he was about to resume, Mariyam and Haya barged in. Mariyam, looking distressed, asked, “Bhai, have you seen my—” She froze, her eyes widening as she took in the scene.
Haya, ever observant and cunning, took in the situation with a glint of jealousy in her eyes. “Oh, sorry,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness but she was burning from inside. “Didn’t realize you were busy.”
Murtasim’s patience snapped. He stormed towards them, his frustration palpable. “This is becoming a nightmare. Can you both please leave?”
Mariyam and Haya scurried out, leaving Murtasim to turn back to Meerab, who was now biting her lip to stifle a laugh.
Murtasim returned to Meerab, his gaze dark and determined. “I’m not letting anyone stop us this time,” he growled. “I promise.”
With renewed fervor, Murtasim undid the remaining fabric that covered Meerab, his movements urgent but filled with tenderness. He lifted her into his arms, and as he set her back on the bed, his eyes were filled with a burning intensity.
The room was finally quiet, and Murtasim wasted no time. He reclaimed Meerab’s body with a fierce, passionate intensity, his hands and lips exploring every inch of her. The interruptions had only heightened their desire, making their encounter all the more intense and desperate.
As they moved together, their bodies entwined in a rhythm of unrestrained passion, the heat between them seemed to melt away any remaining frustration. Each touch, each kiss, was a reminder of the love and need that had been simmering beneath the surface.
Finally, as they reached the peak of their desire, Murtasim held Meerab close, his breaths ragged and his body spent. The room was filled with the echoes of their shared pleasure, a testament to the depth of their connection.
Murtasim looked at Meerab, his eyes softening as he brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. “No more interruptions,” he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction and love.
Meerab smiled up at him, her heart full. “No more interruptions,” she agreed, her voice a soft promise as they lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms.
