The moon cast a silvery glow over the haveli, illuminating the luxurious bedroom where Murtasim lay, a portrait of frustration and longing. Meerab, having prepared an elaborate setup, was dressed in a provocative black nighty that left little to the imagination. Her intention was clear: to make Murtasim suffer, to test his self-control, and to punish him for his behavior at the dinner table. The stakes were high, and she was determined to make him pay for his earlier comments and insistent tease for another child.
In a dramatic twist, Meerab had orchestrated a small surprise-she had asked the maid to bring their three-year-old daughter, Meesam, into the room. The sweet child, oblivious to the tension and heat in the air, was now nestled in her crib at the foot of the bed, her small, innocent figure contrasting sharply with the charged atmosphere.
Murtasim, his patience wearing thin, sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on Meerab. He was struggling to reconcile his intense desire with the presence of their daughter. His frustration was mounting as Meerab continued to tease him, her every move calculated to drive him wild.
Meerab, watching him with a mischievous glint in her eyes, leaned against the dresser and began to run her fingers over her nighty, adjusting it as though it were a carefully prepared bait. Her voice, sultry and taunting, cut through the air. "You know, Murtasim, it's really something to see you so eager to become a father again. Maybe you should start by being a father to Meesam right now."
Murtasim's eyes widened in disbelief. "Meerab, this isn't fair. You can't do this to me."
"Oh, but I can," Meerab replied, her tone dripping with satisfaction. "You wanted another child so badly, and now you have to deal with the one we already have. She's not going to sleep anytime soon."
Just then, Meesam stirred in her crib, her tiny feet kicking the air. Murtasim's frustration was palpable. He attempted to close the distance between himself and Meerab, only to be interrupted by Meesam's soft, innocent coos. He stopped, his desire clashing with the practical reality of their situation.
As he tried to make his way towards Meerab, Meesam began to whimper, clearly uncomfortable in the unfamiliar setting. Murtasim's frustration peaked. He stood by the crib, gently soothing their daughter while shooting Meerab desperate, pleading glances.
Meerab, reveling in his discomfort, decided to taunt him further. "You know, Murtasim, if you had been a bit more patient and thoughtful, we wouldn't be in this situation. Now you get to experience the full extent of your desire while dealing with the consequences of your earlier comments."
Every time Murtasim attempted to approach Meerab, Meesam would wake up slightly, her little eyes fluttering open and her tiny hands reaching out. The sight of his daughter's innocent gaze only served to heighten his frustration. He found himself caught in a cycle of desire and interruptions, each attempt to get close to Meerab thwarted by the needs of their child.
Murtasim tried to take control of the situation by gently rocking the crib, murmuring soothing words to Meesam while casting furtive glances at Meerab. But his efforts were in vain. Meerab's teasing laughter rang through the room as she continued to flaunt her seductive attire.
"Murtasim, it looks like your patience is being tested," Meerab said with a playful edge. "Isn't it amusing? You wanted this, and now you have to balance your desires with the reality of fatherhood."
Murtasim's frustration was palpable as he tried to focus on calming Meesam. His attempts to reconcile his intense yearning with his responsibilities as a father were becoming increasingly difficult. The more he tried to be intimate with Meerab, the more Meesam seemed to demand his attention.
Meerab, still enjoying the spectacle, decided to take things a step further. She walked over to the crib and gently lifted Meesam, cradling her in her arms. The sight of their daughter, nestled against Meerab's chest, only added to Murtasim's growing desperation.
