Meerab stood at the threshold of the room, her eyes narrowing as she caught sight of Haya lurking near the door. Haya's gaze was fixed on their bedroom, a look of jealousy and longing clear on her face. It was no secret that Haya had always coveted Murtasim, but seeing her try to invade the sanctity of their private space filled Meerab with a surge of protectiveness and something else—something more primal.
Murtasim belonged to her, and her alone.
For too long, Haya had tried to insert herself into their lives, hoping for a chance to stake her claim on him. But not tonight. Tonight, Meerab would make it abundantly clear who Murtasim belonged to. She wanted Haya to see it, to witness it, to know beyond any doubt that Murtasim was hers, body and soul.
Meerab’s lips curved into a smirk as she turned and quietly closed the bedroom door, locking it behind her. She wasn’t going to give Haya a chance to escape this time. If Haya wanted to snoop, she was about to get a show she wouldn’t soon forget.
Inside, Murtasim sat at the edge of the bed, his head tilted slightly as he observed Meerab’s unusual quietness. “What’s on your mind?” he asked, his deep voice filled with curiosity.
Meerab’s gaze flicked to the window for a brief moment, where she knew Haya would be watching from outside. She could already feel the weight of her eyes, the frustration that would burn in her veins when she realized she could only watch from afar.
Without answering Murtasim’s question, Meerab walked toward him with slow, deliberate steps, her eyes never leaving his. There was a boldness in her movements, a determination that Murtasim hadn’t seen in her before. She looked different, more confident, more… dangerous.
Murtasim frowned, slightly confused by her sudden change in demeanor, but when she reached him, placing her hands on his chest and pushing him back gently against the pillows, his confusion melted into surprise.
“Meerab?” he murmured, his voice low, curiosity now replaced by intrigue.
She didn’t respond, not with words. Instead, she straddled his lap, her body pressing against his as her hands slid up to his shoulders, her fingers gripping him with a firmness that made his breath hitch. His eyes widened slightly at her bold move, but the look in her eyes held him captive. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the fire burning in her gaze, and it sent a thrill of excitement through him.
Meerab had always been strong-willed and defiant, but this… this was something else. She was claiming him.
Her lips brushed against his, a feather-light touch that had him leaning forward instinctively, wanting more. But Meerab pulled back, her eyes locked onto his, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
“Murtasim…” she whispered, her voice soft yet filled with purpose. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”
Murtasim’s breath caught in his throat, his heart racing at the intensity in her voice. He could see something swirling in her eyes, something deeper than just desire. It was possessiveness, love, and an unyielding determination that sent a shiver down his spine.
“Meerab, of course—” he began, but she silenced him with a finger pressed against his lips.
“No,” she said, her voice more commanding now. “I want you to say it. Say you’re mine.”
Murtasim stared at her, caught off guard by the sudden shift in their dynamic, but he could see the fire in her eyes, the demand for reassurance. His hands moved up to grip her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space between them. His gaze softened, but the intensity in his voice mirrored hers.
