Murtasim reclined lazily on the bed, one arm folded behind his head, while his other hand held a book he had been half-reading for the past hour. His thoughts, however, kept wandering to Meerab, who had just walked out of the shower, her long, damp hair clinging to her back as she moved gracefully across the room.
Meerab, oblivious to the havoc she was wreaking on her husband’s senses, stood in front of the dresser, towel drying her hair. Her focus remained on the mirror, but she felt Murtasim’s gaze following her every movement.
She smirked to herself, biting back a chuckle. “What are you staring at for so long, Murtasim? Don’t you have anything else to do?” she teased, her eyes catching his reflection in the mirror.
Murtasim, undeterred by her taunt, lowered his book slightly and flashed her a slow, lazy smile. “I have things to do… but watching you is far more interesting,” he replied, his voice low and husky, with that unmistakable edge of playfulness that always seemed to make her heart race.
Meerab rolled her eyes at his flirtatious remark, but a soft blush bloomed on her cheeks nonetheless. She finished drying her hair and, after a few moments of contemplation, turned around to face him fully. Murtasim, still lounging on the bed, raised an eyebrow as if silently inviting her to join him.
She stared at him for a moment, her eyes narrowing. A mischievous glint lit her gaze, and without warning, she strode towards him with purposeful steps.
Murtasim’s eyes widened just a fraction, curious. “Meerab? What are you doing?” he asked, a slight chuckle escaping his lips, but there was a hint of curiosity there.
She didn’t respond, not with words at least. Instead, she climbed onto the bed, positioning herself right next to him. Before Murtasim could process what was happening, Meerab leaned in and pressed her lips to his cheek in a swift, affectionate kiss.
“Meerab!” he exclaimed softly, caught off guard, though there was no real complaint in his tone. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he watched her pull back slightly, her lips curling into a playful grin.
“What? You think you can stare at me like that without consequences?” she quipped before leaning in again, this time kissing his other cheek.
Murtasim’s chuckle deepened, his hands instinctively moving to her waist as he tried to steady her. “All I did was look, Meerab. What’s this all about?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.
But Meerab wasn’t done. She kissed his forehead next, then his nose, her lips brushing against his skin in a series of soft, deliberate pecks. Murtasim’s smile widened, his heart racing slightly at this rare display of affection from his otherwise fiery wife.
“When did you start liking this kind of thing?” he asked teasingly, watching her as she hovered over him, her eyes gleaming with that familiar mischievous spark.
Meerab finally paused, looking into his eyes. “Whether I like it or not is none of your concern. I’ll decide what I do,” she shot back, her tone playfully assertive.
Murtasim couldn’t hold back his laughter this time. “My wife has taken complete control! So, should I just sit here and let you do whatever you want?”
Meerab’s eyes narrowed at his words, but the smile on her face softened. She leaned in once more, her lips brushing against his jawline now, each kiss sending shivers through him.
Murtasim inhaled sharply, his grip on her waist tightening as her kisses grew bolder, moving down to the side of his neck. “Meerab… if this is your way of punishing me, I’m more than willing to accept it,” he murmured, his voice low and huskier now, laced with both amusement and desire.
