KW'S new anthem:

Kabhi dekho zara... jo woh dikha na saka, uski aankhon mein chipa tha sadiyon ka gham...
Aye sun toh zara... jo woh keh na saka, uski zuban par basi thi Salma Begum,
Deewani hui mastani hui,
Uski chahat mein kitni behayi hui...

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"Salma bint Usama Ansari kya aapko Shahanwaz bint Imtiyaz Khan se nikkah qubool hai".

The bride had her head covered with her eyes on her lap, she wasn't shy rather reluctant. Salma was betrayed by the man she loved, and he chose her cousin over her. Anwar was the man she had went to school with, they would walk through the forest route and talk about everything.

He always told her, "Salma, after my mother I respect you the most".

She would blush at that.

They weren't engaged at that point, but when she was eighteen years of age, she told her father how much she loved Anwar. So her father chose Anwar for her, Salma always thought he was shy. He spoke less, and seem to be more focused on his studies. But that's what she liked about him as well. He loved his work, he was passinate about it, so for hours Maa Begum would study so she could help Anwar score better marks. She was doing this for their better future, she didn't went to college because her father was against it.

But Salma Begum was well versed in accountacy, she could tally a balance sheet within minutes. All her hardwork was for the man she loved and he was working hard for their future.

It was her engagement, she had sat on the sofa beside Anwar, her cheeks were red and she was incredibly happy. Listening to the music her eyes went to the Nazia who had stood up, Nazia was a beautiful woman with large brown eyes, floor length hair and dimples on each side of her cheek. She danced to the song, her steps entrancing the audience but the person she enraptured the most was her fiance.

She didn't what happened but a day before the nikkah, Anwar informed her,

"Salma, I am sorry... I have fallen in love with your cousin. Do you still want to marry me?"

She had broke down.

She had hated him.

The wedding happened the next day, they were married. But not to each other.

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Meerab knocked on her room early the next morning, Maa Begum was in a very foul mood because she had gone missing without informing her.

She sat on her throne like sofa and sipped her tea, "Kya mai jaan sakti hu ke tum kal puri raat kaha gayab thi?"

Her eyes glared at her, she was reading her body language, Meerab pursed her lips. She had planned to leave this house forever after finding Obaid, but now she was back in this hellhole. She was happy beyond words that Murtasim was Obaid, but she was sad that now her reality included Maa Begum in it.

Her hands trembled as she gathered courage, she didn't want Maa Begum to realise that she had been intimate with someone.

"Maa Begum I love someone else...", Maa Begum gave her the look, "I know that... who is he?"

Meerab went closer to her and sat beside Maa Begum's legs.

"He is a good man, powerful rich. Comes from a respectable family and he loves me a lot", her eyes were teary but firm as she said those words.

"Who is he?" Her question remained, Meerab gulped down her nervousness and uttered his name.

"Your son, Murtasim", Maa Begum threw the cup on the ground, it fell near her leg, and pierced her skin. The woman was enraged, she caught Meerab's hair and titled her head.

"I had told you, you can't marry him!" She was angry beyond words, tears dropped from Meerab eyes, but they were tears of rage. She held Maa Begum's wrist. The hand that had slapped her countless times before, the hand that had struck her with a belt and the hand that had killed her inner child.

Meerab wanted to break that hand. But she couldn't...

"Maa Begum you don't have a choice... soon the world would know, how much I love him"

The old woman slapped her, silencing her. Her face burnt but it didn't made her cry, she was used to the abuse.

"Maa Begum Yusuf is a cheater. He is a womaniser, do you still want me to marry him?"

Maa Begum nodded, if she didn't cut of the affair right now, she would lose all control. She didn't want that, Meerab was her Anwar's daughter.

But her face, everytime she looked at it, it reminded her of Nazia. How that cunning woman had seduced her fiance and snatched him from her.

Meerab had the same face, the same angelic face that had seduced her Anwar.

Now she was using it to seduce her son.

"You are just like your whore of a mother".

"That woman snatched away my Anwar and now you want to be my daughter in law"

"I wouldn't allow it till the day I am alive".

She slapped the face that talked back to her, the face that mocked her of everything she had lost and the face that had snatched away her chance to love.

"Tumhara nikkah usse hoga jisse mai chahti hongi".

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Meerab was crying in her room, feeling helpless and hopeless.

Meerab felt like she had no one to turn to, except for one person. Murtasim. He was the only one who had ever shown her kindness and compassion. He was the only one who had ever made her feel loved and cherished.

Meerab made a decision. She picked up her phone and called Murtasim.

"Tumne kaha tha tum kuch bhi karskte ho mere liye, woh sach tha na?" (You will do anything for me, right?)

"Kya hua tum ro kyun rahi ho?" (What happened, why are you crying?) Murtasim asked from the other side, his voice full of concern.

She wiped her tears, "Answer me dammit!" she screamed, her voice breaking. "Woh sach tha na?" (You will do anything for me, right?)

"Haan bolo." (Yes, tell me.) Murtasim said, his tone serious, she told him about Maa Begum's reaction and Murtasim went quiet.

"Meerab, listen to me carefully. I have broken off so many engagements of your to make you mine. Have some faith in me and do as I say."

Maa Begum called the qazi a few hours later to get done with the nikkah. She wanted to finish this matter as soon as possible. She wanted to finally wed Meerab off. She wanted to make Nazia suffer and watch her daughter's misery. She wanted to win.

She took Meerab to the hall where the nikkah was to take place. She made them sit on the stage, in front of the qazi and the witnesses.

The qazi started the nikkah. He asked her, "Do you accept Yusuf as your husband?"

Meerab shook her head, "No, I don't. Mujhe qubool nahi hai." (I don't accept.)

Maa Begum was shocked. She stood up and angrily shook Meerab. "Salma Begum, what are you doing? You can't forced her to marry him.", the qazi objected but she lied, "We don' t belive in forced marriages", trying to save face

The qazi looked at Meerab and asked her again, "Do you accept Yusuf as your husband?"

Meerab shook her head again, "No, I don't. Mujhe qubool nahi hai." (I don't accept.)

Maa Begum was furious. She slapped Meerab hard. "How dare you disobey me? How dare you insult me? How dare you reject my choice?" She screamed, losing her temper.

The qazi intervened, "Salma Begum, please calm down. You can't force her to marry him. This is against the law and the religion. She has the right to choose her partner."

Maa Begum ignored him. She was about to slap Meerab again, when someone stopped her. Someone grabbed her hand and pushed her away. Someone who had just entered the hall, wearing his sherwani.

Murtasim.

"Maa, this nikkah will take place." He said, his voice loud and clear. "But not with him." He looked at Yusuf, the despicable man. "But with me." He looked at Meerab, the love of his life.

Maa Begum was stunned. She couldn't believe her eyes. She couldn't believe her ears. She couldn't believe her son. Her son, who had betrayed her. Her son, who had defied her. Her son, who had chosen her enemy.

She caught Meerab's hand, "I don't give my permission for this. I don't agree to this. I don't accept this." She said, her voice trembling.

Murtasim laughed, "Do you think you have a say in this? Do you think you have a right to interfere in this? Do you think you have a power to stop this?" He said, his voice mocking. "You didn't get your love, so what? You will ruin everyone else's life?" He said, his voice accusing.

Maa Begum shouted, "How dare you talk to me like this?" She said, her voice outraged.

Murtasim bowed his head, "I'm sorry, but I can't let you hurt my soon-to-be wife. I can't let you beat her and abuse her." He said, his voice apologetic.

Maa Begum couldn't help but gasp at his audacity. "Wife?" She said, her voice incredulous. "You want to make her your wife? You want to make Nazia's daughter your wife? You want to make my rival's daughter your wife?" She said, her voice disgusted.

"Yes, I do. Qazi Sahib, please start the nikkah. The groom's name is Murtasim Shahanwaz Khan." He said, his voice determined.

The qazi looked at him and nodded. He started the nikkah. He asked Murtasim,

"Do you accept Meerab as your wife?"

Murtasim smiled, "Yes, I do. Mujhe qubool hai." (I accept.)

The qazi then asked Meerab, "Do you accept Murtasim as your husband?"

Meerab smiled, "Yes, I do. Mujhe qubool hai." (I accept.)

The qazi announced, "The nikkah is complete. Murtasim and Meerab are now husband and wife. Congratulations to the happy couple."

Murtasim took Meerab's hand and kissed it. He looked into her eyes and said, "I love you, Meerab. I will always love you. I will always protect you. I will always be with you."

They hugged each other, feeling happy and relieved. They had escaped from their nightmare. They had found their paradise. They had fulfilled their destiny.

Maa Begum watched them, feeling angry and bitter. She had lost everything. She had lost her son. She had lost her pride. She had lost her revenge. She tried to stop them, to separate them. She told him, "Murtasim, she is Nazia's daughter. She is playing with you. She is taking revenge on you. She is doing to you what her mother did to me. Nazia had snatched my love, she had destroyed my life. I am your mother, I love you the most, I know what's best for you."

Murtasim looked at her and said, "Your love? Your life? You never loved me. You never cared for me. You never accepted me. You never treated me as your son."

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He entered the wedding chambers, his footsteps light, she was sitting in the middle of bed, the veil covering her head. The beautiful red dress made her look like a goddess. Her legs were peeking out of the leheng and he saw the cut on her ankle.

She didn't get time to tend to her wounds. He sighed and went to the bathroom, bringing out the first aid kit, he sat near her and lifted her ankle in his hand. With the cotton he wiped it, Meerab hissed and said, "You don't need to do it"

Murtasim pulled the veil up and saw the beautiful face, the nath covering her lips, her red lipstick making her face look brighter. And her big brown eyes drawing him in with the sparkle in them.

"I have to, you are my wife", he said with a smile, Meerab couldn't help but let out a childish giggle.

Her heart was singing as he applied the bandage to the cut. She felt as if she was back to their childhood, whenever she fell Murtasim would bandage her. Sometimes she would intentionally get paper cuts so as to get him to tend to her. He was so soft to her, then and now.

She looked at his face, his hair was gelled neatly, his moustache making him appear manlier. The musk he wore made her dizzy, she wanted to lean her head on his shoulder but she wanted to keep on looking at him.

"How do I look?"

Meerab asked breaking the silence, Murtasim who had closed the box gazed at her intently, his eyes assesing her from head to toe then he leaned closer to her and whispered, "Prettier than the moon".

He lifted her up in his arms, making her gasp in surprise. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his heartbeat against her chest. He carried her to the balcony, where the moon was shining brightly in the night sky. He set her down gently and held her close to him.

"Look at the moon, Meerab. It's so beautiful, isn't it?" he said softly, pointing to the silver orb.

She nodded, admiring the sight. She felt his breath on her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"But you know what? I used to look at the moon every night, wishing for you. But now, I have a moon in my arms." he whispered, making her blush.

He kissed her gently on her cheek, then moved to her lips. She kissed him back, feeling his passion and love. He deepened the kiss, "I love you, Meerab".

As he said those words the world dissolved away, in the moonlit night just the two of them remained, he kissed her cheek and promised.

"I promise to never make you cry, to never break your heart and to fulfil your every wish till the day I breath", he said her eyes teared up as she stared at the man whom she had fallen for, he let her down and she embraced him her ears adjacent to his beating heart.

"I have loved you for ten years, when I didn't know the definition of love. I always knew you were the man I would marry, a man ...a man who would cherish me, protect me, and respect me. A man who would be my best friend, my partner, and my soulmate." she said, looking into his eyes with love and gratitude.

He smiled, feeling his heart swell with joy. He hugged her tightly, feeling her warmth and softness. He whispered in her ear, "You are my everything, Meerab. You are my moon, my star, my sun. You are the reason I wake up every morning, the reason I breathe, the reason I live. You are the woman I have dreamed of, the woman I have prayed for, the woman I have waited for. You are the woman I love, Meerab. And I will love you forever."

He had set up a bed for the two of them with flower petals in the balcony.

They kissed again, sealing their vows with their lips. They cuddled under the blanket, watching the moon and the stars. They felt each other's heartbeat, in sync with their own. They felt each other's breath, in harmony with their own. They felt each other's soul, in union with their own. They felt each other's love, in eternity with their own.

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Warning: 18+:

Together they laid, looking up and watching the stars. Murtasim told Meerab that no matter where she looked, the brightest star would always be in front of him. Her rosy cheeks blushed as he told her that and he gave her a tiny peck on her nose.

Their eyes met, and Meerab couldn't help but connect their lips. Her tongue entered his mouth and swiped every corner. The lingering smell of cigeratte made her frown, but his lips were soft and she loved how his hands sensously caressed her waist. Her clothes added as a seperation but his touch burned her, it burned her with desire.

She sucked at his bottom lip, she had long been bewildered by his musky scent and was unable to stop herself from tyrannically occupying his mouth, exploring each nook and cranny with her tongue. She tasted chased after his tongue, entangling with it as most as possible.

She wanted him.

Desired Him.

She kissed him with all she got. Her tongue continued to stir his until he let out an aroused moan. Her deep kiss continued until Murtasim pushed her back, he breathed loudly and smiled his eyes twinkling as he looked at her proudly.

He realised his wife wanted him as much as he wanted her now. She was gazing at him with love, like a predator ready to consume the prey.

He was ready to be her prey, today, tommorow and for eternity.

He was ready to be consumed by her thoughts, by her touch and her joy.

Her lips were captured by him and she was overwhelmed by a hot and familiar breath. Finally, they separated but connected by a translucent thread of saliva before it broke and a sliver slipped out of the corner of her mouth.

His hands cupped her cheeks and gazed at her. In between their wet exchanged, his husky voice could be heard calling her, "Meerab, meri biwi".

She blinked her large brown eyes and kissed his cheek, "Yes I am your wife and tonight I want you", the little seductress rubbed her knees against his hardness making him groan. She smiled cheekily as he gave her a warning glare. She playfully bit his lip and connected them again.

Her gentle kiss quickly turned into one of feverish passion. His tongue penetrated deep into her mouth, exploring her cavity, stimulating her pleasure. He sucked her tongue, drinking her sweetness. He took possession of her mouth, forcing her tongue to entangled with his. She tried to pull away to take a breather, but regardless of her actions, she could not extricate herself from his pursuit. She couldn’t retreat nor hide. The only option was to welcome him.

"Darling ... you are provoking the beast within me", he sad in a husky voice as he held her by waist in a vice grip. Meerab pouted, she wanted to take the lead but Murtasim wasn't letting her.

"I know I wasn't gentle with you... that's why today I will pleasure you".

Meerab felt her cheeks burn as he placed her on the bed, his eyes were filled with love and desire.

It was as if he wanted to ravage her.

Her eyes were taking him in as he discarded his sherwani, he undressed infront of her as she admired his body. His skin shone in the moonlight, his abs, his toned stomach. She was admiring his body, when he extended his hand. Meerab stood up and he held her close, embracing her so her head rested on his naked shoulders. She pressed kisses on it, her arms snaking around his torso as she sucked the hickey she had left a day ago.

"I never want my marks to disappear from your body. If they disappeared, I will mark you again", Murtasim couldn't help but chuckle, her words arousing him, the thought of carrying her marks on his neck was like a reward for Murtasim.

These marks were by his wife, his Meerab. They bound him to her.

"When you were ten you had bit my wrist, the scarr never faded", Meerab hummed, he removed the clips from her hair, one by one. The ghungat fell on the floor beside her leg, then he slowly pulled the zipper of her blouse touching her smooth white skin beneath it.

He broke the hug and parted admiring her the night light fell on the two lovers. Her face was like a moonlit pearl, shining with grace and glow, those brown eyes were like two dark jewels sparkling with passion and desire. Her lips were like a crimson rose, soft and sweet and tender. Her cheeks were like two peach blossoms, flushed and fair and slender.

She gazed at the man, she fell in love with, his face was like a rugged sculpture, carved with strength and charm. His mustache was like a dark brush, thick and well-groomed. His eyes were like two black holes, intense and captivating. His chin was like a sharp edge, angular and masculine.

She removed her arms from the blouse, her eyes not leaving his, her legs walked backwards inviting him to pounce on her. Taunting the beast within him, she dropped the red blouse on the ground her black hair contrasting beautifully with her white skin. Her body was like an artwork, that he admired, that he wanted to touch. She bit her red lips seductively, and gave him a look, a look filled with lust and desire.

The bra fell on the floor undone and Murtasim groaned, his lower body aching. Her elbow pressed against the railing, the night breeze lightly caressed her long hair, smearing them against her lips. Her plump lips seemed moist and smooth, her shoulder making a devilish S curve, her whole body distributing an endless charm.

"It's a little cold"

Without saying anything Murtasim directly embraced her in his arms, the blanket he had picked up now enveloping the two of them. His hands restlessly detained her fine willow waist, caressing her perfect underbelly, his body pressed against her lower body.

Murtasim extended his tongue and took turns teasing her below the neck and her ear’s edge, his pair of lips continuously kissed her soft and smooth skin, and his big hand vigorously caresses her underbelly. His other hand supported her perfectly round breast, crudely pressing the palm against the protruding nipple on her breast, kneading it.

He pressed his lips on her soft red lips, exploring his long tongue inside her mouth; she also extended her tongue and responded to his. He grabbed the hair on the back of her head, sucking her lovely tongue, sucking her plump lower lip, again releasing it, again sucking her stretched out tongue, Meerab caressed his hardness against the pant, and then slowly slid the pants down. The boxers did little to hide his desire for her, he was burning for her, all ready, extremely sensitive.

Murtasim tied the blanket around Meerab's body and helped her sit on the railing, his eyes never left her as his fingers parted the folds to find her clitories and touched it making her moan.

He wrapped her body tight in his embrace and looked up at her face, it was red, so he dove in kissing her lips dove in, his fingers played with her clit as he lapped at the lewd water her body secreted.

As she sat on the railing, her neck bent in the air, her hand clutching the railing.  She wanted to scream loudly, as he bit her clit, "Murtasim I think I will actually fall and die", she said as he inserted a finger in her senstive hole, making water gush out. He drank it like a man who had been thirsty for decades. He altered his fingers with his fingers bringing her to new heights, the lewd sound echoed in the silent night.

"Do you think we will ascend to heaven or fall down to hell if we died right now?" Murtasim asked, making her inhale sharply. His dark gleaming eyes, his face smeared with her fluids and the smirk on his lips made her toes curl.

"Why is your tongue so dirty?"

Meerab complained, making his eyes gleam with mischeivious thoughts. He was about to reply but held back his tongue, not wanting to reveal his dark thoughts yet. His mind was a clutter of sinful desires, he wanted to take her in hundred different ways till her body moulded to his being. Till his name was printed her in my mind, he wanted to erase the names of all the men whom she had ever imagined her life with.

He wanted to be the only man who ruled over her heart, who was in her thoughts, the man her body craved for.

He played with her clit a little longer controlling his own desire fighting with it, and Meerab felt the sensation in her every nerve endings. As he curled his finger inside, pistoning it in and out. He encased her in his embrace as she lost her balance and on the railing made her head fall back, she screamed his name in the silent night.

She was breathng loudly, after the insane orgasm. "You squirted-", Meerab cut him off by a kiss, her tongue drove in and she held his head in a tight grip. Her legs wrapped around his and the blanket fell. Her wet vagina was rubbing 'gainst his hardness, her body adjusting to being touched like that, still trembling from the orgasm.

Many times he had dreamed of this, many times beyond. He loved her more than his physical body could endure. He loved her as deeply as he existed, and he prepared to show her, for rest of his life.

When he entered her she broke the kiss and tilted her head back, whimpered softly in pleasure, and bucked her pelvis up and into the motion.

Breathing deliberately, he focused his attention on her movements and on her body. She was matching his rhythm and her breathing grew heavier and labored. Propping himself up on one arm, he let his free hand wander to her thighs, the round of her hips, her ass, her stomach, and, finally, up to her breasts. He cupped one in his mouth and eagerly leaned down to kiss it.

As she rode through her orgasm he quickened his pace and stiffened his thrusts until they were harder, a bit faster, and he felt his own impending ejaculation. He found her hand and clasped it firmly, fingers interlocked, as his own orgasm erupted within her and she let out soft cry. With each spasm he thrust deeper, and felt her grasp him with her hands, milking every ounce until it was entirely expelled and he panting in exhaustion.

"Are you okay?" she whispered in his ear. He nodded and carried her to the bed, he wrapped his arms around her and drew her body up against his. Adjusting her chin, she rested upon his shoulder and lay her free arm across his chest, protectively yet lovingly, and felt it sink as he exhaled.

Slowly, he brushed her locks off her forehead, gazed down at her face adoringly. She was content, peaceful, and smiling up at him, and he gently kissed her brow before closing his eyes.

The End.

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