The sun peeked through the heavy curtains of Khan Haveli, casting a soft, warm light over the room. Meerab lay in bed, her back against Murtasim's chest, slowly stirring from her sleep. The warmth of his body against hers was comforting, his arm loosely wrapped around her waist. She stretched slightly, her eyes still closed, feeling the soft rise and fall of his breathing.
But then, something unexpected interrupted her peaceful awakening.
She felt it-a firm pressure poking against her lower back.
Her eyes fluttered open, confusion and surprise coursing through her as she tried to figure out what it was. Shifting slightly, she felt the pressure more distinctly, and her mind raced as she realized what it could be.
Oh.
Her cheeks flushed as she froze, her heart suddenly thudding in her chest. *Was that...?* She bit her lip, feeling both embarrassed and unsure. Murtasim, of course, was still fast asleep, blissfully unaware of her inner turmoil. His face was buried in her hair, his arm tightening around her waist unconsciously as he nuzzled closer.
Meerab's mind raced, her cheeks burning as she tried to figure out what to do. The fact that it was her husband lying behind her, completely unaware of the situation, only made things more complicated.
She considered simply slipping out of bed, but then a mischievous thought crossed her mind. Her heart skipped a beat as she toyed with the idea, a wave of curiosity washing over her.
*Would it be so bad to... help him?*
Meerab swallowed, feeling both nervous and bold as her thoughts lingered on the idea. Murtasim had been nothing but patient with her, never pushing her boundaries, always respecting her space. Maybe, just maybe, this could be her way of showing him she appreciated that.
With a deep breath, Meerab made her decision.
She shifted slightly, turning in his arms so she was now facing him. Murtasim's face was peaceful, his dark lashes resting against his cheeks, still lost in sleep. The innocence of his expression contrasted starkly with the situation, and it made her smile softly despite her nerves.
Her hand hesitated for a moment before she reached out, gently brushing her fingers against his cheek. Murtasim stirred slightly, a low hum escaping his throat, but he didn't wake. Encouraged by his reaction, Meerab's fingers trailed lower, down his neck, and over his chest.
She felt him shift beneath her touch, his body responding even in sleep. Meerab bit her lip, feeling her own pulse quicken as she continued, her hand slowly moving lower until her fingers brushed the waistband of his pajama pants.
Murtasim's breathing hitched, and she could tell he was slowly waking. But she wasn't stopping now. Her fingers slipped under the fabric, her heart pounding as she finally wrapped her hand around him.
Murtasim's eyes flew open.
"Meerab?" His voice was thick with sleep, but there was no mistaking the surprise-and pleasure-in his tone.
She met his gaze, her cheeks flushed, but her determination unwavering. "Morning," she whispered, her voice soft and a little breathless.
Murtasim stared at her, wide-eyed, his brain struggling to catch up with what was happening. He could feel her hand on him, and the realization hit him like a bolt of lightning. "What are you...?"
"I thought I'd help," she murmured, her voice barely audible as she gave him a shy smile. Her hand moved gently, eliciting a low groan from him.
Murtasim's head fell back against the pillow, his eyes closing as a wave of pleasure coursed through him. "Meerab... you don't have to-"
"I want to," she interrupted, her voice a little stronger now. She wasn't used to being this bold, but the look on his face-the way his breath hitched with every movement of her hand-gave her confidence.
Murtasim groaned again, his hand reaching up to tangle in her hair, pulling her closer. "You're going to drive me crazy," he muttered, his voice hoarse as his hips instinctively bucked into her hand.
Meerab leaned in, her lips brushing against his jaw as she whispered, "That's the idea."
His response was a low growl, his grip tightening in her hair as he pulled her even closer. "Meerab... you have no idea what you're doing to me."
Her heart raced at the intensity in his voice, but she didn't stop. If anything, she grew bolder, her hand moving with more confidence as she watched the way his body reacted to her touch. Every groan, every shudder, every whispered curse made her feel more powerful, more in control.
Murtasim's breathing was ragged now, his body taut with tension as he fought to keep himself from losing control completely. But it was a losing battle. With every stroke of her hand, he felt himself inching closer and closer to the edge.
"Meerab, stop... I'm going to-" His words were cut off by a sharp intake of breath as she gave one final, deliberate stroke.
And then, with a low, guttural groan, he came undone.
His body trembled, his hand gripping the sheets as pleasure surged through him, leaving him breathless and spent. Meerab watched in awe, her heart pounding as she witnessed the effect she had on him.
For a long moment, the room was silent, save for the sound of their labored breathing. Murtasim lay there, eyes closed, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Meerab, meanwhile, remained beside him, her own heart racing, her cheeks still flushed.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Murtasim opened his eyes, turning his head to look at her. There was a mixture of awe, surprise, and something deeper in his gaze as he stared at her.
"You... you really did that," he said, his voice hoarse but filled with amazement.
Meerab smiled shyly, feeling a little self-conscious now that the moment had passed. "I did."
Murtasim let out a low chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. "I don't know whether to thank you or scold you for nearly giving me a heart attack."
She laughed softly, the sound light and teasing. "I'll take the thanks."
Murtasim grinned, his eyes softening as he reached out to cup her cheek, pulling her closer. "You're incredible, you know that?"
Her smile widened as she leaned into his touch. "I've heard that a few times."
He chuckled again, but then his expression turned more serious as he gazed at her. "Meerab, I... I appreciate this. But you know you never have to do anything you're not comfortable with, right?"
"I know," she said softly, her hand resting on his chest. "But I wanted to."
Murtasim's gaze softened further, and he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. It wasn't the heated, desperate kiss she might have expected-it was tender, filled with gratitude and affection.
When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers, his thumb gently brushing against her cheek. "Thank you," he whispered.
Meerab smiled, her heart full as she nestled closer to him, feeling content in his arms. The morning had taken an unexpected turn, but she couldn't deny the warmth that had settled between them, a deeper connection forged in the quiet intimacy of their shared moment.
And as they lay there together, wrapped in each other's warmth, Meerab knew that this was just the beginning of many more mornings like this.
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