The soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the silk curtains of Khan Haveli, casting warm golden hues across the elegantly furnished room. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension, a simmering energy that buzzed in the air. Meerab stood in front of the ornate mirror, her heart racing as she prepared for another evening with Murtasim.
She had spent the day lost in thought, her mind swirling with feelings she could barely contain. Murtasim had a way of igniting something deep within her, something primal and consuming. The memory of their last encounter lingered in her mind—the heat of his body against hers, the intensity of his gaze, and the way he made her feel alive in a way she had never experienced before.
With a deep breath, she pulled her long, dark hair into a loose bun, allowing a few soft tendrils to frame her face. She applied a hint of rose-colored lipstick, her fingers trembling slightly as she caught her reflection, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of him. Just as she finished, the door creaked open, and Murtasim stepped in, his presence instantly filling the room with a sense of warmth and magnetism.
“Getting ready for dinner?” he asked, a playful glint in his deep-set eyes as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest. His casual demeanor belied the smoldering heat that lay just beneath the surface, and Meerab felt her breath hitch at the sight of him.
She turned to face him, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “I was just about to make myself presentable. Are you here to critique my beauty routine?”
He chuckled, stepping closer, the warm light of the setting sun accentuating the chiseled features of his face. “I’d say you’re already perfect just the way you are,” he replied, his voice low and rich, sending a thrill coursing through her.
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she shot back, her tone light but laced with an undercurrent of anticipation.
As she moved to the side, Murtasim’s gaze fell on her dress—a flowing fabric that hugged her curves just right, accentuating her figure in all the right places. The way it caught the light made his breath hitch slightly, and he cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure.
“Are you trying to distract me?” he asked, taking another step closer, the heat radiating off him in waves.
“Maybe,” she replied, her confidence blooming as she caught the flicker of desire in his eyes. “What if I am?”
With a mischievous smirk, she reached up, her fingers grazing the back of his neck as she pulled him closer. The warmth of his body enveloped her, and the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them in their heated bubble.
Murtasim’s breath hitched as he leaned down, their lips just a breath apart. “You’re dangerous, Meerab,” he murmured, the teasing tone barely masking the hunger in his voice.
“I know,” she whispered, a playful smirk gracing her lips. “But you like it.”
Before she could second-guess herself, she pressed her lips to his, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between them for far too long. Murtasim responded instantly, deepening the kiss, his hands tangling in her hair as he pulled her against him.
The kiss was electric, sending waves of warmth through her body as she melted against him. Every part of her ached for him, a deep yearning that had been building for weeks. Murtasim’s hands roamed down her back, pulling her closer as their lips moved in perfect harmony, a dance of passion and desire.
As they pulled apart, breathless, their foreheads rested against each other, trying to catch their breath. The playful spark in their eyes turned into a deeper, more primal intensity, one that left them both craving more.
