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MEERAB'S POV

Murtasim just sent me a mirror selfie, and oh my goodness, it's like a masterpiece of contrasts! His strong, calloused hand, with veins popping out like they're trying to tell a story, and his hair-now it's a wild jungle of dark curls tumbling over his forehead. Seriously, my heart can't handle it! And let's talk about that shirt: the top three buttons are undone, giving me a cheeky peek at his chest-a little teaser of the man underneath. Honestly, he's just drool-worthy!

I blow a flying kiss at the screen, sending a silent love note his way. I can practically feel the warmth of his smile and the sparkle in his eyes, even through the chilly pixels. I mean, come on, even the Almighty must have had a blast crafting this guy! Every little detail, from the way his laughter crinkles the corners of his eyes to the deep, serious tone of his voice, is just a testament to his beauty-inside and out.

I've racked up enough good karma to claim him all for myself! There's a reason he's my first crush, my arranged boyfriend, my fiancé, and now my husband-he's the one I'm head over heels for, crazy in love with, and utterly smitten by! It feels like the universe pulled some strings to bring us together, weaving our fates into a beautiful tapestry. He's my everything, my rock, my soulmate, and I can't picture my life without him.

He's the first and only guy I can imagine getting a little frisky with, touching myself down there, picturing his fingers, his lips, and all the delightful things in between, whispering his name in bliss both before and after we tied the knot. But shhh, this is my little secret that I plan to keep just to me and no plan to share with him in future too.

Upon reading the attached message, I felt like my eyes were about to do a little dance and pop right out of their sockets! My husband joined in on this wild game too, and we both know that we are not winning.

"Get ready, baby girl; Daddy is on his way!"

And I read it again with My heart was doing the cha-cha, pounding against my ribs like a wild drum solo, echoing in my ears. A gasp escaped my lips as I gawked at the message on my phone. It was from him-my husband, the big teddy bear with a gruff exterior, who somehow manages to hold my whole heart. I read the message again, each word sizzling in my brain, confirming the audacity of his request that felt more like a royal decree. Oh, my not-so-innocent and oh-so-cute husband, you tall rascal, what a mischievous streak you have!

A cheeky grin spread across my face, and a playful spark lit up my eyes. I decided to have a little fun and see how he would react.

I reached for my phone camera, my fingers dancing over the screen as I aimed it at my neck. Tilting my head just so, I let the camera catch the delicate oxidized chandbalis dangling from my ears. The intricate carvings of the earrings were absolutely stunning, each detail whispering tales of craftsmanship and artistry. But deep down, I knew he wouldn't notice them.