The moonlight poured into the courtyard of the village haveli, casting long shadows as Murtasim’s car rolled to a stop. The usual bustling activity was absent, replaced by an eerie stillness that heightened his curiosity. His footsteps echoed through the empty hallways, the aroma of spices and rich, savory dishes drawing him deeper into the mansion. As he approached the dining area, the flicker of candlelight beckoned him, but it was the sight beyond that nearly made him stop in his tracks.
Meerab stood by the elaborately set dining table, a vision so stunning that it took his breath away. She was wrapped in a delicate red lace suit, a fabric so fine it seemed to caress her skin rather than cover it. The rich color contrasted beautifully against her glowing complexion, her makeup applied with a subtlety that enhanced her natural beauty. Her only adornments were minimal pieces of jewelry, yet they glittered like stars in the dim light. But it was the golden nose ring that caught Murtasim’s attention, a simple accessory that somehow managed to send a jolt of desire straight through him.
The sight of her in red lace, her hair cascading in soft waves around her shoulders, her eyes reflecting the warmth of the candlelight—it was as though she had stepped out of a dream. Murtasim could hardly believe that this ethereal creature, this embodiment of all his fantasies, was his wife.
Meerab, sensing his presence, turned to greet him, and the genuine smile that lit up her face made his heart swell with emotion. In that moment, every mile of distance he had felt during their separation seemed to vanish. He crossed the room in quick strides, unable to keep his distance any longer, and pulled her into his arms.
“You’re here,” she whispered, her voice laced with relief and happiness as she leaned into his embrace.
“I’m here,” Murtasim echoed, his voice thick with affection. He pulled back just enough to press a kiss to each of her cheeks, relishing the warmth and softness of her skin. “And you… Meerab, you’re absolutely breathtaking.”
Meerab’s cheeks flushed under his intense gaze. “I wanted tonight to be special,” she murmured, her hands resting on his chest as she looked up at him. “I’ve missed you, Murtasim. More than words can say.”
His heart swelled with affection as he held her close, the scent of her perfume filling his senses, mingling with the delicious aromas that surrounded them. “You’ve outdone yourself, Meerab,” he said, his voice low and filled with emotion. “I’ve missed you too, every day, every hour.”
Hand in hand, they moved to the dining table, where Murtasim couldn’t help but admire the feast she had prepared. The dishes were his favorites, each one meticulously crafted with love and care. As they sat down to eat, the conversation flowed easily between them, filled with playful banter and shared laughter. The mood was light, filled with the warmth that only true companionship could bring.
“So, how much did you miss me?” Murtasim teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he watched her across the table.
Meerab shot him a playful glare, though her lips curled into a smile. “Enough to cook all your favorite dishes and travel all the way to surprise you. Does that answer your question?”
Murtasim chuckled, his heart full as he reached across the table to take her hand. “It does. And I’m glad you did. I don’t think I could have waited a moment longer to see you.”
After the meal, which was savored as much for the food as for the company, Meerab stood and held out her hand. “Come with me,” she said, her voice carrying a note of promise that sent a thrill of anticipation through Murtasim.
He rose from his seat, taking her hand without hesitation. She led him to their bedroom, where the mood shifted from playful to something far more intimate. The room was softly lit, the bed adorned with fresh linens, and the air thick with unspoken desire. Murtasim’s heart pounded as he realized that tonight, Meerab intended to be in control.
“Sit down,” she instructed softly, guiding him to the edge of the bed.
Murtasim complied, curiosity and arousal battling within him. This was a side of Meerab he hadn’t seen before—bold, confident, and completely in control. He watched her with bated breath as she straddled his lap, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt.
“Meerab,” he breathed, his voice a rough whisper as her fingers brushed against his skin. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“That’s the idea,” she replied with a smirk, her lips grazing his ear as she whispered, “Tonight, you’re all mine.”
Murtasim’s hands instinctively found her waist, his grip tightening as her words sent a rush of heat through his body. He was entranced by the way she took the lead, her movements slow and deliberate, her touch igniting fires wherever it landed.
She kissed him deeply, her hands roaming over his chest as she slowly undressed him, savoring each moment. Murtasim was content to let her do as she pleased, utterly captivated by the sight of her in command. His breath hitched as she began to explore his body with her lips and hands, each touch sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.
“Do you trust me?” she asked, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye, her expression serious yet filled with desire.
“Completely,” Murtasim replied without hesitation, his voice steady despite the overwhelming need coursing through him.
Meerab’s lips curved into a mischievous smile as she began to undo his belt, her fingers working with a skill that made his breath catch. She took her time, teasing him by slowly peeling away his clothing until he was fully exposed to her gaze.
Murtasim watched her with hooded eyes, his body trembling with anticipation as she took in the sight of him. She was in no rush, and the slow, deliberate pace she set only heightened the tension between them. When she finally had him completely undressed, she pushed him back onto the bed, pinning his wrists above his head as she climbed on top of him.
“Just relax,” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. “Tonight, I’m taking care of you.”
Murtasim’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his body on edge as she began to explore him with a newfound confidence. Each kiss, each caress, was deliberate, designed to drive him wild. He was completely at her mercy, and he wouldn’t have had it any other way.
As the night wore on, Meerab continued to surprise him with her boldness, exploring new ways to bring him pleasure. She was determined to leave him breathless, to make this night one he would never forget. And Murtasim, consumed by desire, was more than willing to let her.
Hours later, as the first rays of dawn crept into the room, they lay tangled in each other’s arms, utterly spent. Murtasim’s heart was still racing, his body exhausted but his mind still reeling from the intensity of their lovemaking. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his voice a soft murmur as he whispered, “You’re amazing, Meerab. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m never letting you go.”
Meerab smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “I love you, Murtasim,” she whispered, her voice filled with a warmth that made his heart swell. “And I’m never letting you go either.”
Murtasim tightened his arms around her, his heart full as they drifted off to sleep, the warmth of their love surrounding them. Tonight had been everything they had needed and more—a reminder of the passion and connection that bound them together. And as they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Murtasim knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, stronger and more in love than ever.
