The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. Meerab lay on the bed, her body wrapped in the warmth of the sheets. Beside her, Murtasim was sprawled out, his breathing deep and even. His bare chest rose and fell with each breath, a look of utter contentment on his face.
Meerab, however, was far from content. She propped herself up on her elbow, staring down at her husband with a mixture of amusement and frustration. Her hand instinctively went to her shoulder, where she could feel the remnants of the passionate love bites he had left during their earlier "activities."
"Ow," she muttered under her breath, wincing as she traced a particularly sensitive spot on her neck.
Murtasim, sensing her movement, opened one eye lazily and smirked. "What’s wrong?" His voice was thick with sleep and satisfaction.
Meerab narrowed her eyes at him, sitting up properly now and pulling the sheet tightly around her. "What’s wrong?" she echoed incredulously. "Murtasim, you bit me! A lot!"
He chuckled, reaching out to pull her back down beside him. "I was just caught up in the moment, Meerab. You know how irresistible you are."
Meerab swatted his hand away, still glaring at him. "Irresistible or not, you didn’t have to mark me like I’m your chew toy. I’m going to have bruises everywhere!"
Murtasim laughed softly, clearly not taking her complaints seriously. "Come on, they’re love bites. A little reminder that you’re mine."
Meerab groaned, pushing him off when he tried to nuzzle closer. "A little reminder? I look like I’ve been attacked by a wild animal!"
He raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Well, technically—"
"Murtasim!" Meerab cut him off, glaring at him while trying to suppress her own laughter.
"Okay, okay!" He raised his hands in surrender, his grin still plastered on his face. "I’ll admit, maybe I got a little carried away. But can you blame me? You’re impossible to resist, Meerab."
Meerab huffed, trying to stay mad, but Murtasim's mischievous smile was breaking down her resolve. "Still, you have to learn to control yourself."
"Control?" Murtasim snorted, pulling her back down onto the bed. "You were enjoying it, and you know it."
"I—" Meerab faltered, her cheeks flushing. "That’s not the point!"
"The point is," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, "I love you, Meerab. Every part of you. Even your adorable little complaints about my love bites."
Meerab groaned, rolling her eyes but unable to suppress the smile that tugged at her lips. "You’re incorrigible."
"And you love me for it," Murtasim said confidently, pressing a kiss to her temple.
Before Meerab could respond, her phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand. She sighed, reaching over to grab it. "Who’s calling me at this hour?"
She glanced at the screen, and her eyes widened. "Oh no, it’s Meesam’s playschool."
Murtasim frowned, sitting up immediately. "Is she okay? What happened?"
Meerab quickly answered the call, her voice filled with concern. "Hello? Yes, this is Meerab, Meesam’s mother."
She listened intently, her expression shifting from worry to shock, and then, to Murtasim’s surprise, amusement. She pressed a hand to her mouth, trying not to laugh.
"What is it?" Murtasim asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.
Meerab shook her head, still listening to the teacher on the other end of the line. After a few more seconds, she hung up and turned to Murtasim, her eyes gleaming with barely contained laughter.
