The day Meerab returned from Karachi, Murtasim was waiting for her with an intensity that was hard to describe. He had been restless, his mind plagued by the vivid memory of their late-night conversation. The need he had felt over the phone had only grown in her absence, and now that she was back, he was determined to show her just how much he had missed her.
The moment she stepped through the door of Khan Haveli, his eyes locked onto hers, and everything else seemed to fade away. She looked exhausted from the journey, but there was a glimmer in her eyes that told him she was just as eager to reunite. Murtasim didn’t waste any time. He crossed the room in swift, purposeful strides, pulling her into his arms without a word.
"Murtasim—" she started, but he silenced her with a kiss. A kiss so deep, so passionate, that it left both of them breathless within seconds.
Without breaking the kiss, he scooped her up in his arms, holding her close to his chest as he carried her toward their bedroom. Meerab’s soft laughter filled the air, her arms wrapping around his neck as she held onto him.
"I missed you," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and husky with desire. "You have no idea how much I’ve missed you."
Meerab smiled, her fingers brushing against the back of his neck. "I think I have an idea," she teased, but her playful tone quickly shifted when she saw the raw hunger in his eyes.
Murtasim gently set her down on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to unbutton his shirt. The air between them was thick with tension, charged with the unspoken desire that had been building for days. He could see the way her eyes traced the lines of his body, her lips parting slightly as she took in the sight of him.
"I’ve been waiting for this moment," Murtasim said, his voice dark and heated. "Every second you were gone, I was thinking about you. About this."
Before Meerab could respond, he was on her. His hands moved with purpose, tugging at her clothes until they were both free of the fabric that separated them. His lips were everywhere—her neck, her shoulders, her chest—leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Meerab moaned softly, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she arched beneath him. "Murtasim…" she whispered, her voice breathless with need.
He growled low in his throat, his hand sliding down her body to pull her even closer. "You’re mine," he murmured against her skin. "All mine. And I’m going to show you just how much I’ve missed you."
Without warning, he lifted her up, positioning her beneath him as he hovered above her, his body trembling with the force of his desire. He kissed her deeply, his hands exploring every inch of her as he moved with an intensity that made her gasp.
Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the room filled with the sound of their shared pleasure. Murtasim was relentless, his need for her overwhelming as he pushed her toward the edge again and again. He didn’t stop, even when she cried out his name, her body shuddering beneath him.
Round after round, he took her—fueled by the overwhelming desire that had been building inside him for days. He couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t stop himself from wanting more. Every time he felt her soft gasps or the way her body responded to his touch, it only fueled the fire inside him.
Meerab, too, was lost in the moment, her body trembling with exhaustion and pleasure. She had never seen him like this—so relentless, so unstoppable. He was like a man possessed, and she was powerless to resist him.
"Murtasim," she moaned softly, her fingers tangled in his hair as she pulled him closer. "Please…"
He kissed her deeply, his voice rough with desire. "Not yet," he murmured against her lips. "I’m not done with you."
He wasn’t lying. Hours passed, and Murtasim’s hunger for her never seemed to fade. He continued, round after round, until both of them were drenched in sweat, their bodies exhausted but still craving more.
Finally, when the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, Murtasim collapsed beside her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Meerab lay beside him, her body still trembling from the intensity of their night together.
For a moment, neither of them spoke, the only sound in the room the soft rustling of the sheets as they lay there in the aftermath of their passion.
"I’ve missed you so much," Murtasim whispered, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. His eyes softened as he looked at her, the raw intensity of his earlier desire giving way to something more tender.
Meerab smiled, her hand resting on his chest as she looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. "I can tell," she teased softly, her voice hoarse from the night they had just shared.
Murtasim chuckled, pulling her close so that her head rested against his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to her hair, his heart finally settling as he held her in his arms. "I’ll never let you go again," he whispered.
Meerab closed her eyes, exhaustion finally taking over as she snuggled closer to him. "Good," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she drifted off to sleep in his arms.
Murtasim smiled to himself, his arms wrapped protectively around her as he too let sleep claim him. He had her back, and that was all that mattered.
