A/N: THIS CHAPTER IS SLIGHTLY MATURE! Listen, I debated this for a LONG time, and then I saw a tweet that said "I am very very tired of the idea that characters should make perfect moral decisions at all times, like exactly zero people do." And it was like the skies opened and the heavens shined down on me with their approval to do this (in a limited way because this Murtasim would never let himself go all the way with Meerab before getting married). 

Basically, it just more intense kisses and...activity, clothes all stay on folks! Feel free to skip this chapter fully if you're not comfortable with this, nothing else happens in this chapter. Not marking this story as mature just yet because it's something you'd see on a TV-14 American show.

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The night air was filled with a subtle tension as Meerab and Murtasim drove back to the Shah House in Karachi. It was apparent to Meerab that Murtasim's jealousy had been awakened, subtly revealing itself through his actions.

Murtasim's behaviour had started when she spoke highly of Armaan's kindness and his support for Rumi and Hamza. As Armaan had engaged in conversation with Meerab while they all walked out to their cars, their families around them, she had noticed Murtasim's eyes narrowing with each word exchanged.

Even though she could sense his discomfort, Meerab couldn't help but find amusement in the situation for it didn't make sense for him to be jealous of Armaan of all people, he was like a brother to her. She had been rather surprised at the way Murtasim's protective nature surfaced as he pushed her towards his car to drive her back when Armaan opened the door to his own car for her, asking her to get in.

She had looked over at Murtasim in surprise to find his gaze filled with a possessiveness that was hard to miss.

Even as they drove then, she could see his jaw tensing, a clear sign that something was bothering him. The radio played one of his favourite songs, yet he didn't hum along. In the depths of her being, Meerab acknowledged her guilty pleasure in seeing Murtasim display a hint of aggression. There was something captivating about his protective nature, and she found herself drawn to the passionate side of him. It was a look that had fueled her fantasies, igniting a desire within her that she didn't struggle to admit.

Meerab couldn't resist the urge to confront Murtasim about his evident jealousy. Leaning against the door of the car, she watched him intently, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Sensing her gaze upon him, Murtasim turned his attention towards her, vulnerability flickering in his eyes.

"Why are you so jealous of Armaan?" She asked, her voice laced with genuine curiosity. The question hung in the air, the tension between them palpable. As she studied his face, her gaze involuntarily drifted to his lips, an unspoken desire lingering within her. She yearned to kiss him, to unlock his clenched jaw and ignite a fire that burned with both jealousy and desire, to replicate the moment under the stairs from just hours ago.

Murtasim scoffed, breaking her train of thought. "You're so oblivious." He remarked, his voice tinged with frustration. "But then again you also thought that I didn't love you." His response only fueled Meerab's curiosity further, her desire to understand the source of his jealousy growing stronger.

"He's like a brother to me." She replied, hoping to alleviate his concerns.

But Murtasim's next words shattered her assumption. "The problem is that he doesn't see you as a sister." He asserted.

Meerab's eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by his statement. "He's never—" She began, but Murtasim's outburst cut her off.

"I don't want to talk about it, Meerab, please. Give me some time to calm down or I will say something stupid." He snapped, his frustration seemingly boiling over. She could sense his inner turmoil, his emotions clashing with his desire to protect her.

She hated the moments when he was in a bad mood, because the cloud of despair always lingered around him for too long. Trying to diffuse the tension, Meerab swiftly spoke, her mind racing with a daring idea. "Turn onto this road." She instructed him, pointing towards a secluded path that she knew led to a dead end, one that would be empty at that time of the day.

"What, why?" Murtasim's brows furrowed in confusion, but he complied, turning onto the quiet road.

"Right again." She muttered at a fork in the road.

"It's a dead-end." He said as the car ventured onto the secluded road.

Meerab unbuckled her seatbelt. "Stop here."

He did, turning to her, his face coloured with confusion. "What's here?"

"Nothing." She muttered.

With the fabric of her heavy kameez restricting her movements, she maneuvered herself over the center console, straddling Murtasim on the driver's seat. He seemed to both be stopping her and helping her, his hands stabilizing her as she found her legs on either side of his on the car seat.

Her back hit the steering wheel, the horn honking softly, causing her to jump a little but he reached to the side of the seat and pushed the seat back further, giving her more room in the black Mercedes. The sensation of her body pressed against his sent an electric thrill through her.

Cupping his face gently, she held his gaze, her voice a soft whisper. "Are you going to be in a bad mood all night?" Her words held a tempting promise, a suggestion that their time alone could dissolve the tension and ignite a different kind of fire.

Murtasim's resistance began to crumble as he pushed the seat back even further, creating more space for her. Yet his words contradicted his actions. "Meerab, don't."

"That didn't answer my question." She relished in the power dynamic of the position she was in, she sat tall and assertive over him, her legs straddling his on the car seat, her body leaning over his, and her head almost touching the roof of the car.

She let her thumb trace his cheeks, a rush of longing and anticipation flowing through her as he sighed. "Maybe." He muttered.

Meerab's heart pounded with anticipation as she whispered two simple words, her voice barely audible in the confined space of the car. "Kiss me." She breathed, knowing deep down that it held the power to fix his brooding mood.

Murtasim's immediate response was a stubborn refusal. "No." He replied, his voice laced with resistance. But she could see the flicker in his eyes, a momentary glance that betrayed his true desires. It was as if his gaze involuntarily drifted down to her lips, drawn to the temptation that hung between them.

Unyielding, Meerab pressed on, her voice laced with a mix of playful teasing and undeniable longing. "You promised." She reminded him, her words infused with a touch of gentle persuasion. "And you won't be able to kiss me for a while after this. Mami will insist I stay with her, and it'll be hard to say no." The thought of being separated from him only intensified her yearning.

"There is no way you're staying!" Murtasim responded, his voice filled with determination.

"Armaan will insis – "

Before she could finish her sentence, his lips crashed against hers with a fervor that left her breathless. It was a wild and passionate kiss, filled with an intensity that neither of them could resist. It was an explosion of the pent-up longing that had built all evening, a symphony of fervor and hunger that left them both breathless.

Their mouths moved in perfect synchronization, their tongues entwined in a fervent embrace. The taste of each other mingled on their lips, a heady blend of desire and adoration. Murtasim's hands found their way into Meerab's hair, his fingers tangling in the silky strands, pulling her closer with an ardent longing. Their bodies pressed against each other, molding together.

Murtasim's hands trailed down her back, pulling her body tightly against his, their embrace growing more urgent with each passing second. Their lips moved in perfect synchrony as Meerab's fingers trailed down his neck, her touch lingering on the fabric of his kurta, unbuttoning the top two buttons in a desperate quest for more intimacy.

With one hand resting on his chest over his kurta, she could feel the rhythmic thumping of his heart, mirroring the frantic pace of her own. Her other hand found his neck, her thumb tracing the muscles that her eyes always went to when he wore his kurta open, her fingers caressing his skin, a subtle gesture of tenderness amidst the passion that consumed them.

He hummed against her mouth. As they finally broke apart, gasping for air, a gossamer thread of moisture connecting their lips, they gazed at each other, their chests heaving with the weight of their shared longing. The car seemed to shimmer with an electric energy, the air thick with an unspoken promise of the pleasures yet to come.

She thought he would tell her that they needed to stop, but he kissed her again. Every touch, every brush of their lips, only fueled the further, intensifying the primal connection that surged between their bodies.

As their bodies pressed against each other, Murtasim's hands traversed the curves of her body, their touch igniting a cascade of sensations that coursed through her veins. His hands moved with a hunger that matched the fire in his kiss, exploring every inch of her being, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake.

In that stolen moment, Meerab surrendered herself completely to the desires that had been simmering within her. The intensity of their connection overwhelmed her, leaving her craving for more.

Murtasim's hands glided up her sides, Meerab couldn't help but shudder with anticipation. His touch ignited a fiery longing within her, and she found herself craving more. Her heart raced with desire, her breath becoming shallow as she yearned for his hands to explore further. She wanted him to trace the curves of her body, to touch her like she was his. But to her frustration, his touch remained tantalizingly innocent, sliding up and down her sides, even as her nipples tightened, yearning for his touch.

It was as if he was teasing her, his hands skimming over sensitive areas that sent shivers down her spine but never in a way that seemed enough. She arched her back, silently pleading for his touch to venture where she needed it, to fulfill the burning desires that consumed her.

Yet, despite the longing that surged within her, his hands withheld the intimate caress she craved, and just trailed over her sides. It was both torment and ecstasy, a maddening tease that left her yearning for more. She couldn't help but wonder if he was deliberately testing her, pushing her to the edge of her desires.

The intensity between them grew, fueling a hunger that demanded to be sated as their lips remained locked.

The ache between her legs intensified, Meerab's body instinctively responded, seeking the relief it desperately craved. With a subtle shift of her hips, she widened her legs, creating a space for her yearning to find solace. It was an unspoken invitation, a subtle plea for more, as her desire surged through her veins.

A low groan escaped her lips when she felt the hardness of him pressing against her, even through the thin layers of fabric between them. It sent a jolt of electric anticipation coursing through her body, he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. The intimate contact ignited a longing within her, intensifying the throbbing ache between her legs, knowing that he wanted her too despite his resistance.

Her body moved in a rhythm of its own accord, a seductive dance of passion and yearning, her hips rocking against him.

Murtasim's sudden withdrawal from their kiss left them both breathless, their bodies ablaze with desire. His flushed skin and swollen lips mirrored the intensity of their connection, while his darkened eyes betrayed a mix of longing and frustration.

The air crackled with an electric tension as he muttered a single word, weighted with both desire and restraint, their eyes locked on each other's.

"Fuck." He breathed, his voice laced with a mixture of longing and warning that sent a shiver through her, her nipples tingling for some reason as she moved her hips, slowly to grind against him, seeking the friction that would alleviate the ache that seemed to have settled between her legs and refused to leave.

His hands instinctively gripped her hips, attempting to still her movements, even as her hips continued to sway of their own accord. The raw desire in his eyes sent shivers down her spine, amplifying the pulsating ache that still lingered between her legs.

"Don't, Meerab." He warned, his voice strained with both longing and self-control.

It was a plea, an attempt to resist the temptation that danced between them.

In that moment, the collision of their desires created a battle within them, torn between the intense passion they had unleashed and the boundaries that bound them.

But Meerab knew that she was not going to back down, not then, not when it felt so right.

Her hips moved again, despite his hold on her, a deliberate movement that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, momentarily relieving the insatiable hunger that consumed her.

"Please." She begged, her voice laced with a sense of urgency, he always left her like this – like she was hanging off the side of the cliff with nowhere to go.

The desperation in Meerab's voice was palpable as she pleaded with Murtasim, her emotions on the edge. Their actions had ignited a fire that was hard to contain, and the plea that escaped her lips was laden with frustration.

He closed his eyes, as if he was trying to gather the courage and strength to stop himself, his breath coming in harsh gasps.

But her hips continued their restless movement, seeking the relief and connection that seemed just within reach, knowing that he could only help her fall from the cliff she hung from, she didn't want to be pulled up.

"Meerab." He groaned, resting his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling as he took in a few deep breaths, only to let out another groan. "You smell so fucking good." He rasped as he moved his forehead away, his eyes flickering across her face like he had never seen her before.

With a tremor in his hands, he reached for her necklace, unclasping the heavy monstrosity from around her neck, making her sigh as the weight left her. He set the necklace in the cup holder, and his lips found the skin of her neck.

As his soft lips caressed the tender skin, a wave of sensations cascaded through her body. The contrast between the softness of his lips and the slight roughness of his trimmed beard sent an exquisite shiver down her spine. It was a delicate dance between tenderness and gentle abrasion, a unique combination that heightened her senses and awakened her every nerve ending. She hadn't known her neck was so sensitive, but as he kissed a trail along her neck, it left a trail of warmth and desire in their wake.

His hands settled on her hips, no longer hindering her movement as she moved, every brush against him fueled a fire within her, pushing her closer to the edge. She tried to pull her voluminous kameez out of the way, bunching it between them, for one less layer of fabric between where she rocked against his hardness.

It seemed that Murtasim's lips were crafted solely to trace delicate patterns on her skin. They left a trail of feather-light caresses, like whispers of devotion, painting invisible imprints of desire along the curve of her neck as she moved. The sensation merged with the ache that pulsed within her, intensifying the yearning that consumed her being.

He felt so good against her, his hardness large enough for her to rub on even with the layers, a warmth emanating from his being. With every move of her hips against his, his lips and tongues moved with more frenzy, their chests pressed together every time she moved closer, her nipples rubbing the fabric of her clothing with every movement, setting her being on fire.

Murtasim gently pulled away from her neck, his eyes locked with Meerab's, his hand came up to cup her face, thumb trailing over her cheek. In that moment, they both understood the unspoken agreement they had made, he wasn't going to tell her to stop.

"Murtasim." She moaned quietly, moving to angle herself better, the ache between her legs was building, it was no longer a dull ache but a raging fire, slick and hot – her hips grinding against his.

He watched her move, his lips no longer trailing down her neck or kissing his lips. His eyes were dark and intense, glazing over when she canted her hips against his, her core sliding on the length of him. She rolled her hips down on him, watching his eyes glaze over, his jaw clenching as he let out a loud exhale. She wished that the clothes would disappear, that she could feel him against her.

Her eyes closed as she moved, the coil in her stomach started twisting tighter as she rubbed herself against him. She hummed as he pressed a soft kiss to her ear, his fingertips dancing across her neck, a low groan leaving him.

She rocked her hips faster against him, whimpering, feeling the rough fabric of her underwear against her clit, she wondered if it felt like that for him too, if he enjoyed the friction of his clothes against him.

His lips found her neck again, and she tilted her head to the side opening up her neck to him, her breathing hard. The soft touch of his lips against her skin sent shivers down her spine again. His lips were tender yet demanding, as his tongue flicked against the sensitive flesh, tracing delicate patterns that sent electric waves of pleasure through her body.

Her breath hitched as she felt the gentle nip of his teeth, a teasing sensation that heightened her senses. "I want to mark you so bad." He groaned against her neck. "So, everyone knows that you're mine, but I don't want people to think badly of you." He whispered.

The contrast of his soft lips moving against her neck and the slight roughness of his trimmed beard added an extra layer of intensity to his words, it would be so easy for him to mark her, to litter her body with signs of his presence. She couldn't help but moan softly at his words. She yearned for it, but trusted him to not leave any behind, not yet, not when people would question her about them.

In that moment, she surrendered herself to him and the overwhelming pleasure, cherishing the mix of sensations that made her feel alive. The connection between them deepened as he explored her neck, leaving a trail of affectionate soft kisses that only the two of them would know of.

As Murtasim continued to lavish attention on her neck, each kiss, flick of the tongue, and gentle nip sent waves of pleasure through her. She moaned out his name as his hands tightened on her hips, his own hips rutting up into her, as his mouth met hers again, drinking in her sounds. He helped her rub against a spot she realized that she really liked, his movements rhythmic unlike hers.

"Murtasim!" She gasped as he pulled her forward hard, the tip of him hitting her so perfectly at the same spot, his dreamy sigh echoing in her ear. She wondered what it would feel like without the clothes if it felt that good with all the layers.

The rhythmic motion made the coil in her stomach wind tighter, and she gasped again as she felt herself pulsing, not knowing what was happening, everything felt tight. She felt him move away from his neck and her eyes opened to find his on hers, dark with desire.

"That's my girl." He whispered reassuringly, his voice deeper and rougher than she had ever heard it. "Let go, meri Meerab."

"Murtasim!" She gasped out, both at his words and as the coil that had settled into her stomach burst. Her eyes closed again as she gasped as a pulsing sensation filled her body, she fluttered around nothing, feeling utterly empty as her limbs stretched, muscles twitched and back arched, pushing her closer to him. Her core throbbed, her legs shook, her hands clawed at his shoulders, needing something to hold onto as her body felt things it had never felt before, a wave of pleasure radiating through her, leaving her absolutely breathless.

Meerab found herself overwhelmed by a surge of emotions. With her face buried in Murtasim's neck, she sought solace in his scent, a captivating aroma that intoxicated her senses. Each inhale drew her deeper into his essence, engulfing her in a heady combination of desire, familiarity, and passion.

He tried to move her away and she let out a groan of protest, her hips moving again, he was still hard. She moved back, eyes locking with his, he looked crazed as he tried to move her off him. But she shook her head, moving her hips again.

"I'll have a much harder time hiding that something happened if you keep going." His voice was low and rough, filled with desire, his jaw clenched like he was holding himself back.

She blushed then, realizing how wanton she was being, but she wanted him to feel like she did, like he was floating in the air. She didn't want to leave him hanging off a cliff either, she would see him safely down like he had with her. "Your kurta is long enough." Was all she said as she grabbed his face, kissing him again while she moved her hips.

He groaned against her mouth, her name leaving him, and she swore she hadn't heard anything better in her life than the guttural groan of her name against her lips as she felt him twitch under the layers. She moved away, watching as he threw his head back, a gasp leaving him as his hardness twitched, hard enough for her to feel it again.

He was breathing just as hard, the car suddenly silent except the soft music that played. It took them a whole song to regulate their breathing, his hands trailing up and down her side, her fingers in his hair, playing with the strands.

Murtasim groaned when he opened his eyes. "We shouldn't have done that." He muttered.

Her panties were slick with her release, and for the first time in a long time, the ache between her legs had subsided. She didn't regret it one bit. "I don't care." She whispered as she pressed a kiss to his jaw.

As they sat in the car, the atmosphere heavy with the weight of their actions, Meerab rolled the windows down slightly, allowing a gentle breeze to seep in. The fresh air mingled with the remnants of Murtasim's captivating cologne and hers, and the smell of what she guessed was them, creating a tantalizing mix that only fueled her longing for more. The scent enveloped her senses, she knew it would act as a constant reminder of the passion they had just experienced.

She was aware that they had crossed a line they could never uncross, and that it bothered Murtasim for he had a look on his face that told her he was thinking hard about it.

With a hint of frustration, Meerab broke the silence. "It's your fault." She murmured, her words laced with a touch of playful reproach. "You've been touching me all evening, driving me crazy." Her admission held a sense of truth, acknowledging the undeniable allure that Murtasim possessed, a magnetism that made it increasingly difficult for her to resist his charms.

Murtasim's response came as a low, breathless murmur, his voice filled with guilt and longing. "It's yours." He whispered, his words barely audible over the hum of the car engine. "Because you're so bloody hard to resist, you always have been." The admission hung in the air, laden with the weight of their shared history, revealing that the pull they felt towards each other had always existed.

"Always?"

He chuckled. "Why do you think I ran away so quickly the last time we were in Karachi? I wanted nothing more than to just take you."

A moan left her at his words, because she knew she would have succumbed that night too. "I would have let you." She whispered.

"Meerab." He groaned before rolling down the windows more. 

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A/N: Lemme know what you think, hehehehe. Also will be posting Mohabbat Nahi, Ishq shortly so check that out if you're reading it too (and if you want real smut, lol).