His eyes narrowed when Meerab got out of the walk-in closet in a pale dusty pink princess nightgown as she was tying the string of the meshed floral rob...the satin fabric outlined her perfect figure, the net part over her chest elegantly covered her tender breasts ... his eyes involuntarily followed her steps as she sat before the dresser and went on with her nighttime skin care routine .... once she was done, Murtasim held out his left hand to her when she happily took it and slipped herself onto the bed beside him .... Meerab snuggled by slipping her left leg in between his, wrapped her left arm around his abdomen while resting her head on his heart... "Thank you" Murtasim whispered as he left a kiss on Meerab's crown as he pulled her closer with his left hand around her shoulder.... "Both Api and Emad deserve these moments with him" she softly murmured....

"and here, I thought I deserved a special 'Thank You'" she pouted looking at his face and he laughed before rolling her body over him and then rolling himself to the right to come on top of her to which Meerab giggled like a child.... as he captured her slender form underneath him, Murtasim felt her tender breasts against his chest, he could feel there was nothing underneath the net cover as his chest felt the sudden tighten of her nipples under his touch....his eyes became dark as he traced his right index to remove the scattered traces away from her forehead to tuck them behind her ear while moving his gaze all over her face like a predator, "special, hmm?" he whispered...

Meerab just held her gaze intact with his deep ones... he loved how her eyes would always hold a harmonious admiration for him... and he loved to see himself through her eyes.... as if it inflated the very reason for his existence on the planet... worked as a reminder that he was alive just for her... to love her... to ravish her... to cherish her... his gaze moved from her eyes down to her cheeks as he gently stroked the left one with his thumb.... Dear Lord, she had chubby cheeks... "You have cute chubby cheeks, you know that?" Murtasim could not stop himself from the comment as he gave her a subtle smile that held his honesty and she grinned making those cheeks look more fluffy.... and he leaned forward to nuzzle her left cheek with his nose before leaving a wet kiss .... inhaling the fragrance of the cocoa shea butter lotion off her soft cheeks...

He moved his nose down her jawline towards the crook of her neck while leaving traces of wet soft kisses on her heated skin.... Meerab wrapped one arm around his shoulder as the other one was buried in his thick hair at the nape of his neck... pulling him closer.... Murtasim slowly moved his left hand from her waist to her chest as he undone the first two hooks of the gown from her chest while still keeping his face buried in her neck.... his act instantly had her clutch onto his shirt by the shoulder as her breaths started to become heavy with consciousness of his next move when she stirred a bit under him ....without any delay, he pulled the fabric off her busts to reveal the most artistic part of her upper body.... he had touched them before but never had a chance to have a glance at them.... he could feel all his erotic desire have accumulated to the core of his member the moment he looked down at them ....it seemed like with every new exploration, he was discovering secret treasures within her body....

Murtasim carefully traced his palm against her right breast, feeling the tenderness, absorbing the softness, fingers rubbing the pink tit, when his eyes looked up to see her eyes shut tight, biting her lower lip... in a fraction of time, he replaced his fingers with his mouth as he sucked on to it and Meerab instantly arched her back in sheer pleasure with a moan...."Murtsim" her cry out triggered him to the core as he groped on the other one with his right hand while still tasting her...he moved his left hand down to untie the string of her robe and then pulled her nighty up to feel the smooth skin of her thigh against his veined rough hand....

Murtasim moved his mouth from the teat to her cleavage, leaving wild wet kisses all over her chest, collarbone, and then moved up to capture her lips for a smacker... they kissed with passion and felt the stinging sensation down their cores when Murtasim gently inserted himself into her.... Meerab pushed herself up against the bedsheet as a response to his entrance and both made slow and tender love.... feeling each other's soul with a heat of passion until both synched with their climax..... once they gathered up after coitus, Meerab clung onto Murtasim and both fell into a deep slumber within the zone of each other's comforting arms....

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It was late afternoon again when the youngsters gathered around the tennis court .... The game was between Meerab and Murtasim who refused to believe the other could beat them in a single round... Zubair and Haya cheered for Meerab, whereas Sahil and Maryam rooted for Murtasim... "Which team are you on Api?" Haya asked.... "...I'm team Meerasim..." Saba responded with a grin... "Aww that is so diplomatic and cute at the same time" Haya laughed...

"Are you sure, you wanna do this in .... a saree?" Murtasim paused before raising an eyebrow with a playful smile on his lips as he traced his eyes all over her from top to bottom..."First of all, it's not basketball and I am not Kajol, secondly, I know what I am doing" she winked with a smirk, pointing her index finger at his heart, triggering him to the core..... if there was no audience at the court, he would have taken her down and made love to her at that very spot for her guts to mercilessly arouse him in public... and he gulped in as his eyes turned dark and intense, clenching his fists in his pockets, controlling the urge to insert himself into her....

"What the hell are these two lunatics doing?" Zubair furrowed his brows trying to understand the environment around his sister and her husband as all he could make out was Meerab poking Murtasim on his chest.... "Are they planning to kill each other or what?" he stated with concern...

"Relax, they are warming up the court", Sahil nonchalantly blurted out as he watched the couple with curiosity, trying to figure out their conversation.... "By setting it on fire!" Haya completed, sharing a high five with Sahil while keeping their eyes fixed on their favorite couple....it seemed like Haya had finally found her soul buddy in adoring the couple before them....

They both positioned themselves diagonally taking the right service boxes... examining the tennis racquet carefully in his hand, he looked up to take a glance at his opponent and froze, "Shit" he murmured under his breath... Meerab gracefully took off her heels and collected the open anchaal over to her left shoulder before wrapping it around her waist to tuck the end into her left hip.... the length of her black blouse ended barely 2-3 inches below her busts as he calculated.... the bare skin after that down to the hip where she tucked the end of her anchaal was a sight for sore eyes... 'How the hell am I supposed to keep my eyes on the tennis ball now? .... Smart move, my lady! ... I'll make sure you pay for both your defeat and my forfeit if that ever happens' Murtasim made a mental note...

Holding the racquet in her left hand, Meerab tossed the tennis ball in the air using her right hand before serving a backhand stroke towards Murtasim, who used a forehand stroke to give a soft and higher serve.... Meerab had her focus on the ball as she moved to the opposite back corner and served him with another strike, whereas, her husband was under a dilemma trying to move his gaze away from her bare waist... "fuck! this is gonna be hard" he cursed under his breath as he frowned and failed to return the ball to the correct area of the court, losing a point.... "Where is your focus?" Meerab smirked, very much aware of his answer while tossing the ball in the air and stroke it .... Murtasim raised an eyebrow at her "You really want me to answer that?" he gave a backhand stroke to the ball .... "Nice shot!" she praised before serving a clean strike... "You play pretty well too... hobby or passion?" he asked as he returned the ball to the correct area.... "You can call it a hobby" she responded with a front-hand stroke... "... I used to play with my secret agent ... in proper tennis attire..." She winked and there, he lost another point as he hit the ball on the net....

Flinging away the racquet to his left, "come here" he gestured her with his left index finger for a discussion and Meerab grinned as she slowly walked towards him, nonchalantly holding the racquet behind her while right hand gripped on the wrist of her left hand... "Do you know anything about the rules of tennis?... such as hindrances?" after walking under the net to her serving box, Murtasim stood tall with hands behind his back as he raised his brows.... "Yes I do and I did not commit one" she bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the very visible smile... "Talking while the ball is moving towards the court of the opponent is considered a hindrance" he stated.... "In that case, we both are guilty!" she fluttered her eyelashes.... and he took a gulp in and clenched his hands behind him, controlling the temptation.... "I was not the one trying to seduce my opponent with an exposure of a significantly pleasant view and then topped it with the mention of an attire that causes temptational fantasies"...

"I see" she knew she hit the bull's eyes.... "Don't push it, Meerab... you know I can take you down right here" his eyes turned dark as he locked them at her parted lips, which had trembled in anticipation.... "...Are you trying to scare me? Cause I know we are in a public place..." she asked skeptically ... "Do you think Murtasim Khan cares about the public when it comes to his wife?" he smirked... the way they were exchanging glances with each other and then looking at the audiences, the viewers already got hints of some tensions between the two...

"ooohhh, brace yourself ladies and gentlemen, we are about to witness the world's best hot shot" Sahil announced to the audience only and received a smack from his wife, "Shut up! Nothing as such is going to happen...stop rubbishing my cutie pies" Saba warned him before moving her gaze to the game.... "YOUR CUTIE PIES are going to kiss on the court" he mimicked her tone as he emphasized.... "No way" Haya's eyes almost popped out.... "Wanna bet?" Sahil challenged.... "Excuse me Sir, you are talking about my sister here" with an intentional cough, Zubair interrupted, when Maryam smacked his arm, "and we are talking about our brother and his wife here, so shush!".... "Naaeehhh!!! Murtasim bhaiya is too timid for it" Haya sighed with a pout... "Oh please, the man is head over heels brutally, helplessly and hopelessly in love with his lady... just look at him.... are you guys literally blind or what?" he looked over Haya, who was sheepishly grinning... "I still believe he won't do it... nope, Impossible" Zubair stated with confidence... "If he does not then I will take ALL of you to dinner, my treat.... BUT what if he does?" Sahil implied with a raised eyebrow.... "I'll send you and api on a dinner date, my treat" Zubair shook hands with Sahil ignoring Haya, the girl sitting between them with anticipation on the bet.... in return, Saba just shook her head in their childish acts "clowns" she murmured...

"YES! WE GET IT!...NOW KISS YOU LUNATICS!" throwing his arms in the air, Sahil lost his patience and screamed out from his seat catching the eyes of all the audiences towards him but he did not bother to pay attention as he kept his focus intact....the utter audacity in her ear caught her by surprise as Meerab instantly turned her head to the left to catch the direction of the announcement when her view was blocked by the face of her husband who wrapped his right arm around her waist and left hand around her neck to rest her head against his left shoulder before tilting his head and capturing her lips with his....Meerab almost stumbled on her right as she instantly dropped the racquet and clutched onto his right sleeve by his bicep while right hand grasped onto his collar for support before Murtasim's strong hands held her straight in his arms...

"What the?" Zubair was left with an open mouth...."That's his wife, stop overreacting" Maryam chuckled... "YES!" Sahil almost jumped off his seat.... "That's it!....time's up! leave them alone.... EVERYBODY inside, RIGHT NOW" getting off her seat, Saba instructed the audience, pointing towards the mansion behind them.... "Wait, what? No please!" Haya almost pleaded... "We will behave, we promise" Sahil joined, turning his head back to the couple in interest.... "STOP, spoiling the kid, Sahil" Saba shot her husband a glare, gesturing at the girl sitting next to him but only received a pout from him.... "Sahil, Haya, Zubair, Maryam, ALL of YOU INSIDE RIGHT NOW!" before Saba could utter any more warnings, the sound of the sudden blizzard startled everyone and all of them started to run inside, not caring about the players in the middle of the court.... courtesy to the unalerted rain pour....

Releasing her lips at his mercy, Murtasim grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the nearest gazebo ... the black saree already clutched onto her slender form when he wrapped his left arm around her waist and brought her face closer with his left hand for a desperate kiss... her drenched skin under his touch was acting like a magic to his cravings as he almost squished her against him.... every time his touch would make Meerab weak in her knees as she grasped onto the collar of his T-shirt and held him closer... responding to his kiss with equal passion and intensity.... the world could be damned! they were in love!...

Both broke off to catch a breath and rested their foreheads against each other when suddenly Meerab pulled away in shock.... "Oh My God! Did you really kiss me in front of them?" her tubelight flickered as she covered her open mouth with both her hands... "That was so embarrassing Murtasim....how the hell am I supposed to face them now?" Meerab closed her eyes and buried her face in her palms.... "In my defense, it was you who tempted me" he pouted to receive a glare from his wife.... "That's it! No more kisses for you for the rest of the week" Meerab declared.... "Really? and you believe that you can resist me? That's cute!" he smirked, wrapping his arms around her as she kept her arms between them as a clear border... "Oh Really? you know what, every time I get an urge to kiss you, I will kiss anyone or everyone BUT YOU" she retorted back, poking her right index finger on his chest before releasing herself from his grip and turning around to leave.... "WAIT! ANYONE AND EVERYONE? What the hell was that supposed to mean?" He questioned with a frown and she stopped at her track, turned her head and shrugged off with a wink "Watch me!" and ran inside the mansion while making attempts to escape the heavy pours...

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Although he thought he was on vacation, but business needed to run and required his attention as well.... After changing himself into a white kurta pajama with an off white shawl around his shoulder, Murtasim received the call from his finance manager, who had left 5 missed calls already.... so he decided to answer him in the library where he thought would be the best place without any noise.... "Yes, leave it on my desk" Murtasim instructed while pacing in the library of the Nawab mansion....in the depth of the conversation, he absentmindedly walked around the large reading table and almost tripped over something "Shit" but managed to balance himself as he grabbed the corner of the table.... "I'm sorry, Sir" the attendant from the other line apologized at the comment... "..not you...my bad, sorry... I'll catch up later..." he hung up the phone and slipped it into his pocket as he looked down to find a bunch of large lego pieces scattered around his foot... "no nice" the girl stated looking at her broken castle with teary eyes... Murtasim immediately bent down to a squad position "I am so sorry" he mentally kicked himself as he gathered the pieces laid over the carpet, then tried to build something to make up for his mistake... "blue not on pink, you silly" she giggled through tears...and he took a sigh of relief before giving her a smile... "opps my bad, so silly of me" he played along..."can you please help me?" he pretended to ask...

The girl stood up and he realized she would barely pass 10 inches from Emad in height as she took two little steps and sat on her knees before him before starting to build the castle one more time... her silky hair was pulled up into a ponytail that came down to her shoulder, the almond shaped eyes, the chubby cheeks and the pointy chin reminded him of his wife and he was amused as he could not help but think about how their future daughter would look like...He would not mind if she turned out to resemble like this little angel before him...

"My name is Murtasim... and yours" he waited with an extended hand for a shake.... the girl looked at his hand then went back to her task ignoring him "Oomma said no talk to enger" ... "enger?" he repeated with confusion .... the girl looked at him with her beautiful eyes... "you mean danger?" he tried to correct her...but that did not sound right to her and she attempted again, "no silly, tanger" she tried one more time, now she was confused herself.... after a pause, he took a sigh, "you mean stranger!" and her eyes twinkled, "hmmm hmmm".... "But you are already talking to me" Murtasim pouted while flickering his eyelashes.... "oppsy, silly me" the girl instantly covered her mouth in her hands and both shared a soundless giggle....

"You are so beautiful" he commented as he kept admiring her little hands trying to place a piece of block on the top of the castle... "you too" the girl blushed.... "you mean handsome" he corrected her.... "ha han sum" she tried to copy.... "haa-and-soo-me" he reiterated with the breakdown of syllables.... " haa naa sum" her eyes tensed as if she was struggling to pronounce it and his heart clenched.... "never mind... I'm beautiful... thank you" Murtasim Khan, for the first time in life, found himself sacrificing his masculinity for a strange little angel....

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A/N: sorry no precap as I didn't write anything yet .... don't forget to like and drop comment.... love you all for your support :)