It had been a typical afternoon in Khan Haveli. Meerab was lounging on the bed, flipping through a book, while Murtasim, as usual, had taken it upon himself to tease her.
"You’ve been on that page for 10 minutes, Meerab," Murtasim smirked, leaning against the bedpost, staring down at his wife. "Should I read it out loud for you? Maybe you’ll finally get through the chapter."
Meerab rolled her eyes. “No, thank you. Your reading voice isn’t that impressive.”
“Oh, really?" Murtasim arched an eyebrow, his tone mockingly offended. "You’ll regret saying that.”
And with a playful lunge, he reached out to grab the book from her hands. Meerab, refusing to surrender her reading, rolled to the side, but in her haste, the rug beneath the bed slipped.
“Murtasim!” she yelped, as she lost her balance.
In trying to catch her, Murtasim’s foot slipped as well, and both of them came crashing to the floor with a loud *thud*, landing awkwardly on top of each other.
"Ow... Meerab... move..." Murtasim groaned, his voice low and rough as he tried to get up but couldn't because Meerab had fallen against him, her full weight pressing him down.
"Ouch... I can't, Murtasim," she muttered, wincing in pain. "I think I hurt my back."
From outside, Haya, who was, as usual, lingering near their door, heard the sudden crash followed by soft moans. Her heart immediately raced. *What’s going on inside?*
Inside, Meerab groaned again, trying to shift her weight. “Murtasim, you’re so heavy! Get off me!”
"I'm trying!" Murtasim replied, trying to adjust his body, but instead only managed to press closer against her.
Meerab gasped as his body shifted slightly, causing a very inconvenient amount of pressure on her. “Murtasim! You’re crushing me!” she whined, trying to push him off.
Outside, Haya’s eyes widened as she leaned in closer to the door. She couldn’t make out everything they were saying, but the soft groans and gasps painted an entirely different picture in her mind. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest.
“Meerab, stop squirming!” Murtasim hissed, half-laughing, half-wincing as he tried to lift himself up. “The more you move, the worse it gets!”
“I can’t help it! You’re too close!” Meerab snapped, her breath coming out in frustrated huffs. “Just... just pull out already!”
“What do you think I’m trying to do?” Murtasim grunted, now trying to lift his leg from where it was trapped under hers. “I told you, stop moving. Let me do this!”
Haya, on the other side of the door, felt her face flush hot with jealousy. Her mind twisted every word, every groan, into something she couldn’t bear to imagine. The way they sounded, it was too much. Her heart burned with envy as she pressed her ear even closer, desperate to hear more.
Meerab finally let out a long groan, her hand clutching her back. “Murtasim... you’re hurting me!”
“I’m trying not to!” Murtasim replied, his voice laced with frustration and amusement. “Just... relax. You’re making it harder than it needs to be.”
“Harder?!” Meerab exclaimed, her eyes narrowing. “You’re the one who’s making it worse!”
“I said stop moving!” Murtasim groaned, his voice deepening as he tried to shift his weight again. “You’ll feel better if you just let me handle it.”
Outside, Haya’s fists clenched, her nails digging into her palms. *Handle it?* Her mind raced with jealousy, imagining Murtasim and Meerab tangled together, sharing an intimacy she could only dream of. The sounds, the groans, the way they spoke—it all sounded like something far more scandalous than what was really happening.
Inside, Murtasim finally managed to pull himself up slightly, his body pressing against Meerab in the process. “There... better?”
Meerab huffed, rolling her eyes. “No! You’re still on me, Murtasim. Get off before you make it worse!”
Murtasim laughed softly, his lips brushing against her ear. “You always say that, but I know you don’t really mean it.”
Meerab gasped, half-laughing, half-annoyed. “I swear, Murtasim, if you don’t get up right now—”
“I’m trying! You’re the one who keeps moving and making it more difficult,” Murtasim teased, his voice low and husky.
Outside, Haya felt her chest tighten, her jealousy threatening to consume her. Every word they exchanged felt like a dagger to her heart. *They’re...* Her thoughts trailed off, too painful to complete.
Meerab finally managed to push herself up slightly, only for her hand to slip again, and she fell back against Murtasim’s chest with a loud groan.
“Ouch!” Meerab yelped.
Murtasim chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist to steady her. “You okay?”
“No, thanks to you!” Meerab grumbled, trying to catch her breath.
“Well, if you’d just listen to me, I could make you feel better,” Murtasim teased, his lips dangerously close to her ear.
Meerab rolled her eyes. “You always think you can make everything better.”
“Don’t I always?” Murtasim replied smugly, his hands tightening around her waist as he tried to help her up. “Here, let me pull you up... slowly.”
“Slowly?” Meerab raised an eyebrow, laughing despite herself. “Why slowly?”
Murtasim smirked. “It’s more enjoyable that way, don’t you think?”
Meerab groaned, but she couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. “You’re impossible.”
“But you love it,” Murtasim whispered, his breath warm against her skin.
Outside, Haya’s jealousy reached its breaking point. She couldn’t listen anymore. Her face burned red, her heart aching with envy. She stormed away from the door, her mind filled with thoughts she didn’t want to acknowledge. The intimacy, the playfulness, the laughter—it was all too much for her to bear.
Inside, Murtasim and Meerab finally managed to untangle themselves from the floor, both laughing and wincing in pain.
“See? I told you I’d get you up,” Murtasim said, grinning as he helped Meerab to her feet.
Meerab rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. “Next time, maybe you should try not to knock me down in the first place.”
Murtasim laughed, pulling her close and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Meerab smirked, leaning against him. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you love me for it,” Murtasim replied, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.
Outside, Haya’s heart burned with jealousy, but inside, Murtasim and Meerab were blissfully unaware of how their playful exchange had sounded to anyone listening in.
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