This is part 6 of the Haq mini series..Meerab and Muratsim are happily married and have consumated their marriage months back.
Mature content ahead
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Meerab was sitting with Maa Begum working on the accounts and half listening to her rant over some relative whose son had married outside the Khandaan. She kept saying the guy could have married Haya as they were a perfect match. Meerab sighed, though she didn't know the said perfect guy, but the thought of losing a prospect for Haya was sad. It would have been great to see her married off and away from Murtasim.
"Murtasim" just the thought of him brought a smile to her lips now, who would have imagined? Her and Murtasim, madly in love and lust. Meerab's cheeks flushed, the way they had been going at it, sometimes she felt the whole house knew what they were up to in their bedroom. Murtasim said she glowed after sex and she had felt that too, but sadly, that glow had been absent because Murtasim was in Islamabad since last week for a business meeting. Meerab sighed, and she missed him. Really missed him and not just the sex part but being close to him. Just spending time with him. Meerab was regretting not taking up his offer to go to Islamabad now. She missed him terribly, and he wasn't due home for two more days.
"Meerab, tum sun rahi ho?" Maa Begum asked.
"Ji....ji haan" she agreed, snapping out of her thoughts. "Haya ki shaadi ke baare me sochna chahiye, ab to..." but her words trailed off as the door to the lounge opened, and Muratsim walked in. "Murtasim...tum?"

"Hmmm..." He smiled as their eyes met, and he bent down to greet his mother."Salaam, Maa sahab"
"Walekum Salam, kaise ho beta? Tum jaldi aa gaye"
"Ji...Islamabad me Sara kaam ho gaya, aur waise bhi.." he looked at Meerab, giving her a thorough once over. "Aur yahan bhi kuch zaroori kaam hain".
Meerab gulped. She wanted to say something, but her throat was dry. He looked different yet same..he had changed his look. Murtasim had shaved off most of his beard, keeping a light stubble, and he had trimmed his mustache. This was the first time she was seeing him without his trademark beard and those mustache curls, and he looked....HOT. There was no other word for it...okay, maybe there was. Sexy, brooding, hot...
Meerab shook her head, no no...she had said hot already. Why couldn't she think straight? All she could do was stare as Murtasim sat down with Maa Begum, and they talked a few things. She knew they were talking, but words were a blur to her. Her eyes traced Murtasim's features. The way his eyes crinkled, the subtle smile on his face, that mustache, and that day old stubble. She imagined how it would feel under her lips as she kissed him, how it would graze her skin as he kissed her neck, her breasts and going lower, between her thighs.....hot, it was getting hot in there. She could actually feel her skin heating up Meerab shook her head, trying to dispel her thoughts.
The maid came in with refreshments, and Meerab handed a glass of water to Murtasim. Their fingers brushed, and a shiver ran through Meerab. Murtasim, oblivious to her plight, continued talking to Maa Begum and took a sip of water. Meerab watched as he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. She wanted to run her tongue over it and then kiss him and bite that delectable neck of his. An involuntary moan escaped her, and Murtasim's eyes snapped to her, noticing her expression and the way she was biting her lip. His eyes darkened, but before he could say anything, Maa Begum asked, "Meerab? Kya Hua?"
Meerab turned her face away from Murtasim and looked at her mother in law, her face heating. "Uh...wo kuch nahi, main ek kaam karna bhool gayi. Bas wohi yaad aa gaya. Main ...wo, main abhi aayi." Meerab stammered getting up.
