A/N: Thank you for the love for the last chapter, I love that so many of you found closure with that chapter! Here's to one more chapter before the year ends - I started this fic in June from that terrace scene in Episode 29, and now we're ending the year on MeeraSim going on their honeymoon, they've come such a long way! Happy New Year y'all!

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Meerab sat in a lounge at the Jinnah International Airport, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The airport's bustle was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the quiet, reflective life she'd been leading since the incident at the village. She had been on a plane just twice in her life, and that had been a relatively short flight to England and back with her family. But now, as she faced the prospect of the long journey from Karachi to the Lion Sands Game Reserve in South Africa, her nerves began to fray at the edges.

Beside her, Murtasim, ever the pillar of strength, noticed her tapping foot and the slight furrow in her brow. He sighed softly and reached for her hand, enveloping it in his warm, reassuring grasp. "Relax, meri jaan, or you're going to wear a hole through the floor," he joked lightly, a smile playing on his lips. Meerab couldn't help but let out a small, tense laugh, her foot ceasing its nervous tapping as she looked up into his calm, loving eyes.

"Remind me of the plan again," she requested, seeking comfort in the details, her gaze turning towards him. Murtasim sat relaxed, his attire casual in a polo-sweatshirt and soft pants, a stark contrast to his usual formal, commanding presence. It made him seem younger, more approachable, and it mirrored her own choice of a comfortable matching sweatpants and sweatshirt combo.

"First," he began, pointing towards the departure gates, "we walk through those gates straight onto the Emirates plane. Then we take off from Karachi and land in Dubai." He paused, noticing the question forming on her lips and pre-empting it with a reassuring smile. "It's just two hours to get there, and then we'll chill in the business class lounge for three hours, have a meal, and then it's just a ten-hour..."

"Nine hours 40 minutes," she corrected with a slight smile, finding some solace in the precision of the schedule.

"Yes, a nine-hour 40-minute flight to Cape Town, and then we get on our last plane to Skukuza Airport," he continued, his voice steady and sure.

"What about the luggage?!" Meerab interjected, the sudden fear of losing their belongings flashing in her eyes.

"They will ensure our luggage is sent to the plane that departs to the Skukuza Airport," Murtasim reassured her with a confident nod. He seemed to remember how she had woken up the night before, gasping with worry about missing their connecting flights, so he quickly added, "We have more than enough time to board the plane, Meerab."

"What if they don't get the luggage?" she asked, her voice laced with a thin layer of anxiety.

"You put an air tag in all the pieces. We'll make sure they get on the plane," he told her with a gentle squeeze of her hand, his tone soothing and firm.

She nodded, taking a deep breath and allowing herself to relax slightly into the comfort of his presence.

Murtasim laid out the remaining steps of their journey, his voice a steady, comforting rhythm. "The last flight will take about two and a half hours, and then a car will pick us up and take us to the reserve. We'll freshen up, eat, try to stay awake until night, and then crash," he concluded, painting a picture of the upcoming hours with a precision that left no room for the unexpected.

She sighed, a small nod indicating her acceptance of the plan. "Okay," she breathed out, a semblance of calm returning to her.

Suddenly, her eyes widened, a new wave of concern washing over her. "Boarding passes!" she exclaimed, her gaze darting towards Murtasim.

"I have them all right here, Meerab," he reassured her, holding up the little leather notebook-type holder. His preparation and forethought were a balm to her frayed nerves.

She nodded. Around them, the business class lounge was still quite empty, their early arrival a testament to Meerab's anxiety about the trip. Murtasim reached over, his arms encircling her waist and gently pulling her into his lap. She hissed a quiet "stop," her eyes scanning the space, half-expecting some old uncle or aunty to disapprove vocally, or worse yet a security personnel.

"Shhhh," he whispered, his hand cupping her face, his thumb gently rubbing her cheek. "I need you to take a deep breath."

She inhaled deeply at his prompting.

"Push all that worry out," he continued, his voice a soothing whisper.

She exhaled slowly, trying to let go of the anxiety that clung to her.

"Everything is going to be fine. Even if anything goes wrong, it's not a big deal. I am here with you, we'll figure it out," he reassured her. "Trust me, okay?"

She nodded, her fingers finding the collars of his polo-sweater, playing with them absentmindedly. "It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I am...nervous," she admitted softly.

"I know. Don't be, though. I am right here with you," he said, his voice a firm promise.

Leaning in, she pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. "I love you," she whispered, a smile touching her lips as she watched his face light up in response. Each time she uttered those three words, it was as if she saw him anew, the joy and love in his expression a constant source of warmth for her. Despite her initial reluctance to say them, those words rolled off her tongue so easily now, and she couldn't stop saying them.

"I love you too, meri jaan," he whispered back, his breath warm against her skin.

The warmth surged through her again, a comforting, familiar presence.

But then his concern returned, ever vigilant. "Does your arm hurt?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for the truth.

She sighed, his worry both endearing and slightly amusing. "You said yourself the stitches dissolved. It's just a scratch now," she tried to reassure him, the pain was just a mere annoyance at times.

"Liar," he responded, a playful accusation in his tone.

"It hurts like a very annoying paper cut, I promise," she insisted, it was true, it rarely hurt now, just a random stab of pain here and there.

He didn't look entirely convinced, but he let the matter rest, his arm tightening around her as they waited for their flight.

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Murtasim's reassurance proved to be true; everything was indeed fine. They settled into their seats, plush cream leather with elegant wood paneling surrounding them. The seats were in the middle row, only single window seats were available, but the comfort was undeniable. Each seat boasted a mini bar and a large TV screen, promising entertainment and relaxation. The interior of the plane hummed with the muted conversations of passengers, the occasional clink of glasses, and the soft whir of the air conditioning. The scent of leather mixed with the unique aroma of aircraft, a blend of coffee, perfume, and anticipation.

Meerab's eyes were drawn to a child, maybe about six, standing on one of the seats, his nose pressed against the window, eyes wide with excitement. His joy was infectious, and a smile spread across her face.

As the plane prepared for takeoff, the engines roared to life, a deep, thrumming sound that filled the cabin. Meerab's hand tightened around Murtasim's, her breath hitching slightly. Murtasim, feeling the tension in her grip, brought her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles, a silent promise of comfort.

His voice carried a hint of amusement as the plane began its ascent, her hold on him tightening. "Did you know the last time I went to Africa, Shahzain went too?" he asked, glancing over at Meerab.

"No," Meerab responded, turning towards him. She remembered him mentioning the trip as a photography course, full of adventure and breathtaking wildlife. But back then, she hadn't known his friends or the details of their escapades.

Murtasim nodded, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, he wanted to get away from his dad because he did horrible on his finals."

Meerab snorted at the idea, imagining the all-too-familiar family drama that seemed to plague everyone at some point. "Really?"

Murtasim nodded. "And he was so annoying the whole trip," he continued, his smirk evolving into a full smile. "It was like I was babysitting Maryam but somehow worse."

"How could it possibly be worse?" Meerab asked, her curiosity piqued.

Murtasim leaned back, his smile fading into a more exasperated expression as he recalled the events. "Every morning, he'd argue about the wake-up calls. You know how important it is to start early for photography, right? Well, Shahzain thought the best shots came after a good ten hours of sleep."

Meerab giggled, picturing the scene of Murtasim trying to drag a groggy Shahzain out of bed.

"And that's not all," Murtasim added, "He was constantly forgetting his equipment or losing something vital - lens caps, filters... even his camera once."

"Wait, he lost his camera?" Meerab asked incredulously, her laughter growing.

"Yes! Left it on a lunch table overlooking a watering hole. Took us an entire afternoon to track it down. And during our search, he was more concerned about missing dinner than the actual camera."

Meerab leaned against Murtasim, her earlier nerves fading as she lost herself in the stories of his past adventures. His voice, filled with warmth and humor, made the memories come alive, and she felt as though she were right there with them in the African savannah, navigating the chaos of a friend's antics.

The stories continued, each anecdote more amusing than the last. Murtasim recounted Shahzain's ill-fated interaction with a troop of monkeys, who slapped him and gave chase, leading to a comical, if not slightly harrowing, escape.

Meerab laughed, picturing the scenes in her head. Shahzain's misadventures, as narrated by Murtasim were awfully humorous. They were so engrossed in the stories and laughter that when the seatbelt sign finally clicked off, she was surprised.

She turned to Murtasim, who wore a self-satisfied grin, clearly pleased with his successful distraction technique.

In mock annoyance, she whacked him lightly on the arm.

"I distracted you, didn't I?" He teased.

"No! I was fully aware of what was happening," she claimed, reaching for the divider between their seats in a feigned attempt to isolate him.

Murtasim's hand shot out, stopping the divider midway with a firm grip. "Oh no, you don't," he teased, his eyes sparkling with humor.

She tried to push the divider again, but he held it in place, their laughter mingling in the air. "Murtasim, you're impossible," she giggled, trying to maintain a stern expression but failing miserably.

"And you love me for it," he quipped, his grin widening.

"Maybe a little," she conceded, her heart light and full.

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As the plane began its descent into Dubai, Meerab felt her anxiety creeping back. The sensation of landing made her uneasy, but Murtasim seemed to have an uncanny sense for her discomfort.

"You know, I think I might have changed my mind about that KitKat," Murtasim said nonchalantly, eyeing the candy bar she had tucked away for herself.

She turned to him, her eyebrows knitting in disbelief. "Now? Really? You decide this now?" She asked, clutching the candy bar protectively.

He grinned, reaching for the KitKat. "Yes, now. I think it's the perfect time."

Meerab held onto the chocolate bar tightly, pulling it away from his grasp. "No way, you had your chance! I asked you earlier if you wanted one, and you said no!" She protested.

Murtasim chuckled, attempting to swipe the candy bar from her grip. "Come on, Meerab, share your KitKat. You were always like this as a kid too, it's time to grow up, no?"

"No!" She protested.

As they playfully tussled over the candy, the plane continued its descent, the ground rushing up to meet them. Meerab was so caught up in keeping her KitKat safe from Murtasim's teasing theft that she barely noticed the change in altitude.

At the last moment, as the wheels touched down and the cabin filled with the sound of landing, she instinctively grabbed Murtasim's hand, squeezing it tight. He looked over at her, his playful demeanor softening into a gentle smile, and he squeezed back, offering a silent reassurance.

"You okay?" Murtasim's voice was gentle, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of her hand.

She nodded, letting out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "Yeah...but the KitKat is still mine."

He chuckled, releasing the candy bar back to her. "Some things don't change." He teased.

As they taxied to the gate, and the tension from the landing faded, Meerab unwrapped her KitKat, breaking off a piece and offering it to Murtasim anyways.

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As they settled into the plush seats of the business class lounge in the airport, Meerab couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over her. Land was much better than air. The opulent space was a far cry from the cramped confines of the airplane – even though their seats had been very luxurious - but she relished the chance to stretch her legs and relax on land.

Especially because the buffet spread before them was an array of breakfast foods, each dish more tempting than the last, making it difficult to pick what she wanted.

"Just get everything," Murtasim encouraged, gesturing grandly towards the spread.

"My stomach is too small, I have to be strategic," she whined, surveying the options with a critical eye.

Murtasim snorted in amusement. "Fine, get half the things you want, and I'll get the other half so you can try bites," he offered, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

She turned towards him, her expression lighting up with a huge grin. "You're the best!"

"Someone has to be the giving one in this relationship," he teased, earning a playful glare from her. "You literally fought me for a KitKat, meri jaan," he added, recalling their earlier tussle.

"You said you didn't want one and I gave you a piece!" she muttered defensively, her cheeks coloring slightly.

Together, they navigated the buffet, Meerab carefully selecting her favorites, mostly sweets, while Murtasim piled his plate with a more balanced assortment along with a few of her picks. They found a quiet corner and settled down with their laden plates, ready to indulge in the culinary delights.

As they ate, Meerab's face lit up with each new taste, her joy palpable. When she bit into a particularly delicious pastry, she couldn't help but do a little happy dance in her seat, causing Murtasim to laugh out loud.

"You used to do that as child too, you know," Murtasim teased.

"In front of you?" She asked, surprised.

He nodded. "You're still the only person I know who can make eating look so adorable," he teased, watching her with an affectionate smile.

"You're still the only person I know who is always ready to flirt 24/7!" she teased, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

He reached over, stealing a small piece of her dessert with a mischievous grin. "You're my wife after all, it'd be a crime to not flirt."

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As they sat side by side after eating, waiting for the boarding call, Meerab took out her skincare products to freshen up before the long flight ahead. Murtasim, ever the curious companion, poked at the various creams and lotions, raising an eyebrow at each new container she brought out.

"What's this one for?" he asked, dabbing a bit of her face cream on his finger.

"It's a moisturizer," she explained with a laugh, watching as he examined the cream curiously. Before he knew it, she had dabbed some onto his face, her laughter ringing out as he tried to rub it in evenly.

"Is this the secret to your radiant skin?" he teased, his voice muffled as he gently rubbed the cream into his skin.

"Absolutely," Meerab replied, her tone equally playful. "You're going to look ten years younger after this."

"And I smell like you now," he whispered, a smile playing on his lips.

"Good, then everyone knows to back off." She said causing him to chuckle loudly. "Wanna walk around?" She asked.

Murtasim agreed, and they stood up, joining the other travelers moving about the lounge.

"I think I ate too much," Meerab confessed as they walked, her hand resting lightly on her stomach. "I feel like I'm going to explode."

Murtasim snorted, glancing at her with a teasing sparkle in his eyes. "I knew the whole 'I have a small stomach' thing was a lie. You have a second stomach for desserts, don't you?"

She playfully whacked his arm, trying to maintain a mock stern look on her face. "No, it's just that everything was too delicious to resist!"

He laughed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close as they walked. "You're adorable when whiny," he whispered, kissing her cheek softly.

As they continued their leisurely walk, an elderly woman walking towards them caught Meerab's eye and smiled warmly at them. Meerab returned the smile, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. As the woman passed by, she commented, "You two make an adorable couple."

The compliment brought a blush to Meerab's cheeks, and she leaned into Murtasim, feeling the love and warmth emanating from him. "Thank you," she replied, her voice soft but filled with happiness.

Murtasim squeezed her closer, his voice a low hum of contentment. "She has good eyes."

Meerab laughed, resting her head against his shoulder as they continued their walk, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the lounge but cocooned in their own little world of shared smiles and affectionate teasing.

By the time they took off from Dubai, Meerab felt a sense of calm wash over her. The anxiety that had accompanied her on the first leg of the journey had dissipated, replaced by an easy comfort.

The flight was a pleasant experience, with more food than they could possibly eat. Murtasim, in a generous mood, let her steal his dessert, watching with amusement as she savored every bite. Together, they settled into their seats, holding hands as they watched a movie, the rest of the world fading away as they lost themselves in the story.

Every so often, Meerab would reach for the partition between their seats, teasingly trying to slide it up. Each time, Murtasim would gently push it back down, teasing her, "But then I won't be able to see your pretty face."

They slept for much of the flight, the business class seats proving to be a luxury that her last experience hadn't afforded her. When they weren't sleeping, they were being pampered by the flight attendants, ensuring that they landed in Cape Town well-rested and well-fed.

Upon arrival, the reality of their destination hit her. She felt a mixture of excitement and sleepiness as they navigated through immigration. Murtasim, ever the efficient traveler, had their passports and boarding passes neatly organized in his leather holder, his carry-on backpack slung over one shoulder while he maneuvered her carry-on suitcase with his free hand.

She leaned slightly against him as they stood in line, her head resting on his shoulder. He looked down at her, a tender smile on his face, and whispered, "Almost there, meri jaan."

She smiled back, her eyes still heavy with sleep. "Why is the lineup so long?" Meerab muttered under her breath, her gaze sweeping over the long queue ahead of them. She shifted from foot to foot, her impatience clear.

Murtasim chuckled beside her. "Maybe they heard about the treasure trove you're smuggling in your suitcase and half of the staff went to look into it," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eye, he had been teasing her about her suitcase from the moment he tried to weigh it at home.

She gave him an exasperated look, nudging him gently. "Stop it, it's not that heavy," she protested, even as she tapped on her phone, refreshing the app to ensure all their luggage was on track to the right flight as he rested his chin on her shoulder, looking at her obsessive refreshing.

"And what's the plan if it doesn't make it to the right flight?" he asked, feigning concern, clearly enjoying teasing her.

"I'll make you go shopping with me to replace everything," she threatened playfully, earning a mock look of horror from him.

"Haan, why not? There is definitely a shopping mall in the middle of a wildlife game reserve." He teased.

She just turned to him and glared, narrowing her eyes.

Eventually, they were cleared to enter the country, and boarded a much smaller local plane, a stark contrast to the larger aircraft they had been on earlier. It was a cozy flight, and to Meerab's relief, all their luggage had made it onto the flight as well. She held up the phone to show Murtasim before they took off.

It felt like they landed as soon as they took off, this time at what seemed more like a quaint, fancy building than an airport, they were allowed to walk out without any checks, their luggage on them. They walked out into the fresh air, greeted by the sight of a sign that read, "Lion Sands – Mr. & Mrs. Khan."

A driver, introduced as Themba, welcomed them with a warm smile. They followed him to a sleek black Mercedes, watching as their suitcases were loaded into the trunk. Meerab slid into the backseat, immediately snuggling against Murtasim as they set off.

As the car wound its way through the wilderness, the landscape outside the window was a vast expanse of nature, with no buildings in sight. The wilderness was breathtaking, a stark reminder of the world's natural beauty they were about to immerse themselves in.

Meerab leaned her head against Murtasim's shoulder, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over her – she had spent so long trying to find the perfect place, and they were finally there. The anxiety and tension of the flight and the preceding events back home seemed to melt away with each mile they traveled deeper into the heart of the wilderness. Murtasim's arm wrapped securely around her. She closed her eyes, the gentle hum of the car and the soothing rhythm of Murtasim's heartbeat lulling her into a serene state.

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"Meerab, wake up," Murtasim's gentle voice coaxed her back to consciousness. She felt the warmth of his lips against her forehead, a tender kiss that stirred her from her slumber. Blinking open her eyes, she stretched lightly, the long journey catching up to her.

As the Mercedes came to a smooth stop, she gazed out at the main building of the lodge, her eyes taking in the sight of the architectural marvel that rose from the earth like a natural extension of the landscape. The building was a stunning blend of elegance and rustic charm, seamlessly integrated into the wild beauty that surrounded it.

The driver, a man with a friendly demeanor, opened the door with a smile. "Welcome to Lion Sands. I hope you had a comfortable journey. Your luggage will be taken directly to your villa," he assured them.

Thanking the driver, they followed a wooden deck that led to the main reception area, where staff members awaited them with a warm welcome, their hands holding trays of refreshing drinks and a selection of snacks. The reception area was an open pavilion that seemed to pull the outside in, the wild bush acting as a backdrop to the understated luxury that lay within.

As they stepped into the space, they were met by the lodge manager, a tall man with a warm smile and an air of professionalism. "Good afternoon, I'm James, the manager of the Lions Sands Ivory Lodge," he said, extending his hand. "And this is Sarah, your personal concierge. She will ensure your stay with us is nothing short of perfect."

Sarah, a woman with a kind face and attentive eyes, nodded with a smile while holding a tray with drinks. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Khan. If you need anything at all, from safari bookings to dinner arrangements, I'm here to assist you."

"Thank you, it's nice to meet you both!" Meerab said as Murtasim nodded.

As they sipped the refreshing drinks offered to them, James and Sarah elaborated on the structure of their days at the lodge. "We have two game drives each day," James explained, his voice carrying a hint of excitement. "One at dawn and one at dusk. It's when the wildlife is most active and visible."

Meerab listened intently, feeling the tiredness in her body being replaced with excitement. "In between drives, please feel free to enjoy the amenities," Sarah chimed in, gesturing towards the expanse of the lodge. "We have a world-class spa, a fully equipped gym, and even a small museum detailing the wildlife and history of the area."

Murtasim nodded. "And meals?" he inquired.

"The dining area and kitchen are open all day. Dinner is a communal affair in the main area, often with entertainment, allowing guests to mingle. It's quite an enriching experience," James assured them. "Of course, all other meals can be taken wherever you prefer, including your villa. Our chefs are at your disposal."

"The lodge sounds incredible," Meerab commented, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, from her research she knew it was one of the few different lodges at Lion Sands, promised to be the quiestest and most luxurious with private villas. "And the other guests?"

"At the moment, we're hosting 13 guests across our eight villas," Sarah informed them. "You'll find that it's a cozy, intimate setting, perfect for making new friends or enjoying the solitude, whichever you prefer."

James let out a good-natured laugh, perhaps finding their expressions slightly overwhelmed. "I know it's a lot to take in, especially after such a long journey. Please don't worry about remembering everything. Our staff is always on hand to assist you. Just dial us directly from the phone in your room if you have any questions or need anything."

"Thank you." Murtasim said as he gave Meerab's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Sounds like we're in good hands," he added, earning a smile in return.

Meerab and Murtasim were then introduced to Sam, an employee who would escort them to their villa, they were struck by the careful attention to detail that had been given to their preferences. James assured them that their private villa was stocked with an array of non-alcoholic beverages and a Nespresso machine in lieu of a typical minibar. "We've also taken note of your meal preferences for halal food as well," Sarah added with a smile. "If there's anything else you need, don't hesitate to let us know."

Sarah handed them a small booklet filled with information about the lodge, the daily schedule, and tips for making the most of their stay. "This should help guide you during your time with us," she said warmly. "Enjoy your stay at Lion Sands."

Sam then ushered them towards an open-sided safari vehicle parked nearby. It was rugged yet comfortable, designed to offer the best possible experience in the bush. As they climbed aboard, the vehicle's engine hummed softly to life, a gentle purr that seemed perfectly at home in the wild surroundings.

The drive to their villa was short, and would have been a comfortable walk, but Meerab was appreciative considering all the walking through airports they'd done that day. As they moved along the winding path that cut through the reserve, Sam pointed out various landmarks - the luxurious spa hidden amongst the trees, the state-of-the-art gym that seemed to invite nature inside, and the Sabie River, its waters glinting under the sun, a constant, soothing presence to their right.

As the vehicle rolled smoothly along the path, Sam turned to them with a smile. "So, I hear it's your honeymoon?" he asked, his voice carrying over the sounds of the wilderness.

Meerab and Murtasim nodded, and Sam's smile widened. "Most people don't pick a place like this for their honeymoon, but I must say, it's the best choice. What made you pick it?" he inquired, genuinely interested.

Meerab glanced at Murtasim before responding. "My husband is quite the wildlife photography enthusiast," she explained.

Sam's eyes lit up. "Is that so? Well, you've come to the right place. I promise we'll make plenty of stops for you to capture some fantastic shots," he assured them, directing his words towards Murtasim.

"What animals can we expect to see?" Murtasim asked, leaning forward with interest, there was a happiness in his eyes and voice that warmed Meerab's heart.

Sam began listing off the creatures that made the reserve their home. "The Big Five, of course," he started, referring to lions, leopards, rhinoceroses, elephants, and Cape buffaloes. "And if you're lucky, cheetahs, and perhaps a few surprises along the way." He then painted a vivid picture of what the game drives would be like. "It's amazing to see them, just as the first fingers of dawn stretch across the sky and as dusk drapes the earth in a cloak of shadows, the reserve bursts into this symphony of animal calls and movements. It awes me to this day when that curtain between the seen and unseen lifts, revealing the heart of the wild."

Meerab, intrigued but slightly apprehensive, asked, "How are the open vehicles safe?"

Sam nodded, understanding the concern behind the question. "The animals usually perceive the vehicle and everyone in it as one large entity. It's something unfamiliar and big, so they tend to keep their distance. And don't worry, we've never had any problems. However, there are rules we all follow to ensure everyone's safety, such as staying seated and not calling out to the animals. No one is allowed to leave the vehicle unless the accompanying tracker says it's safe."

Meerab listened intently, her anxiety assuaged by Sam's confident and knowledgeable demeanor.

"And you've picked a really good time to visit," Sam continued. "August is dry and pleasant here, so the animals are more active too. The daytime highs are in the mid-to high-20s Celsius, and nighttime lows about 15, so it's never too hot or too cold."

Meerab nodded, lucky that it had worked out considering it wasn't the peak of summer in the Southern Hemisphere, like it was in Pakistan.

As Sam gestured toward the private villa, saying, "And that's yours," Meerab's heart raced with anticipation. They disembarked from the safari vehicle and approached the secluded Eagle lodge, a luxurious nook amid the wild landscape. A striking eagle sculpture greeted them at the entrance, wings outstretched in eternal flight, embodying the untamed spirit that permeated the air.

The path to the villa was a wooden walkway lined with whispers of wild grasses and indigenous shrubs, leading them to a modern yet inviting structure of wood and glass, much like the architecture of the main lodge. As they crossed the threshold, Meerab felt as if she were stepping into a world where luxury whispered in every corner, surpassing the glossy allure of the photographs she had seen. The entrance hall opened into a lounge area, spacious and welcoming, with large sliding doors that revealed a furnished patio overlooking the wilderness.

Inside, the lounge was a study in elegance and comfort. A striking light fixture hung above, promising to bathe the room in a soft glow come evening. The minimalist hearth, stocked with wood, added an elemental touch, while furnishings in muted tones adorned with strategic pops of color spoke of refined taste. Art and woven textures contributed to the villa's understated elegance, creating a sense of home amidst the wild. To the right, a functional pantry awaited, promising convenience and comfort.

The bedroom, accessible from the entrance hall, was a sanctuary. Expansive windows framed the untamed beauty of the Sabie River, ensuring that the outside world was an ever-present backdrop. The plush King bed offered front-row seats to nature's theater, and the high thatched roof struck a balance between grandeur and intimacy. Whether waking up to the first light or winding down under the stars, the breathtaking views were just a glance away.

The bathroom was a luxurious retreat with a centrally placed bathtub, separate shower, and double vanity unit. But it was the outdoor shower that seemed to capture Murtasim's interest, he looked towards it and then her, arching his eyebrow. She rolled her eyes and gently pushed his face to look away, causing him to chuckle.

Stepping outside, the villa's multiple decks stretched toward the river, offering an uninterrupted view of the Sabie and the wildlife along its banks. The outdoor space was a testament to luxury felt in every sense—a complete immersion in the wild cocooned in splendor, where time seemed to stand still, and the cares of the world melted away into the horizon. As Meerab took it all in, her breath caught in her throat, overwhelmed by the beauty and tranquility that surrounded her. She had been a little unsure when planning the trip, but this was perfect, beyond her imagination. And as she looked up at Murtasim's smiling face, she realized he likely felt the same way too.

As Sam left, he cheerfully advised them to settle in, their suitcases already neatly placed in the closet. With a friendly nod, he mentioned that they could freshen up and come down to the main area for lunch or have it delivered to their villa. Knowing they needed to stay awake to adjust to the new time zone, they opted to dine in the main area.

Murtasim turned to Meerab, his smile reflecting the delight in her eyes as they were left alone. "It's perfect," she squealed, her voice bubbling with excitement. He wrapped his arms around her, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Of course, it is. Meri biwi ki choice hai," he affirmed, his voice warm with pride. "May I interest you in a shower?" he asked, his voice teasingly light.

"I am going to sit right here," Meerab declared, her finger pointing decisively at the inviting sofa. "You shower first."

He responded with a pout, an exaggerated expression of disappointment that was all too familiar and endearing to her. "Fineeeeee," she conceded much too quickly, her voice lilting into a giggle. His mock dismay transformed into a grin, a silent victory.

Meerab explored the villa's amenities after using the loo which was its own space enclosed by frosted glass doors that Murtasim occupied after her. Her eyes lit up as she discovered a Dyson air wrap, straighteners, curlers, and an array of luxurious personal care items and products...including condoms and lube, the latter confusing her for a bit until she read the back. Everything was top-end, reflecting the meticulous attention to detail that had gone into their accommodation.

But she lost interest in the items very quickly when she noticed her husband walking into the large open bathroom, pulling his sweater and t-shirt over his head. She couldn't help but admire the result of his dedication to fitness. His broad shoulders, chest, and toned stomach were a testament to strength, tapering down to a well-defined V that led into the waistband of his pants.

His arms, marked with lean muscles, moved with a grace that belied their power, the skin over them smooth and taut. Each movement he made seemed to highlight another aspect of his physique, from the way his biceps flexed when he reached up to the defined lines of his chest that were visible even in the relaxed state. The subtle play of muscles along his back as he turned and his abdomen, where lines hinted at a well-maintained core, drew her gaze in admiration. His skin was a warm tone, catching the light and shadow in a way that accentuated the contours and valleys of his muscles.

When he caught her gaze, he raised an eyebrow in a teasing challenge. "Enjoying the view?" he asked, a playful edge to his voice.

She responded with a nonchalant shrug, but her smile betrayed her appreciation.

He approached, carefully pulling her sweatshirt off her, being mindful of her arm. Though the pain from the gunshot wound had mostly subsided, he insisted on helping her with even the smallest tasks. "I smell," she muttered.

To which he snorted, "I'm sure we both do." He inspected her scar with a gentle touch. He gently pushed her closer to the sink, his hands deftly grabbing a small hand towel which he soaked in warm water. With a gentle touch, he began to clean her scar, his movements careful and considerate. The cool water felt soothing against the area, and she watched him work with a mix of amusement and affection.

Then, with a slight flourish, he pulled a waterproof bandaid from his pocket.

"You had that in your pocket?" she asked, laughter tinting her words.

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I thought it would be annoying to dig through the suitcases if we needed one," he explained, carefully placing the bandaid over her scar. The doctor had advised against getting it too wet, and it seemed Murtasim was taking no chances.

She shook her head, a smirk curving her lips. "You're lucky you're cute or this would be very annoying," she teased him. His consideration, though sometimes bordering on overprotective, never failed to warm her heart.

"I'm just trying to be helpful," he said with a mock-serious tone, moving to unclasp her bra.

"I'm sure," she laughed, shaking her head at his unrelenting caretaking since the incident. It was endearing, truly, but she wasn't as fragile as he sometimes treated her.

When his hands moved to help her with her sweatpants, she slapped them away playfully and took them off herself. His expression was one of mock hurt, but he quickly stepped into the shower, turning it on and waiting for her to join.

She stepped in seconds later, the warm water a welcome relief as it cascaded over them.

As the heat and steam enveloping them, Meerab and Murtasim reached for their respective soaps, lathering up. The water sluiced over them, rinsing away the grime of travel and the tension of the day.

"Ugh, I felt so gross," Meerab confessed, her voice slightly muffled by the sound of water. "Like I'm covered in a layer of germs from every airport."

Murtasim snickered, his hands working the soap over his skin. "Nothing beats a good shower after a long flight," he said. "It's like washing away all the stress along with the dirt."

Meerab sighed, her body relaxing further under the warm stream. "I just want to crawl into bed and sleep for a thousand years," she murmured, half to herself.

Murtasim chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Tempting, but we can't, meri jaan. We need to keep ourselves awake until nighttime here. Or the jet lag is going to be very bad."

As they continued their shower routine, Murtasim sniffed the shampoo, a look of contentment on his face, before holding the bottle up questioningly towards Meerab. "Want me to wash your hair?" he offered, his eyes soft yet teasing, knowing well her love for having her hair cared for – which had been a necessity when she needed someone to wash her hair with her wound.

Meerab nodded, a small, tired smile on her face. "Yes, please," she said, moving closer to him.

She watched with a mixture of amusement and admiration as Murtasim approached the task of washing her hair with the precision of a practiced ritual. He pumped the shampoo - exactly five times - into his palm, just enough for her long tresses. He began massaging it into her scalp, his fingers moving skillfully, ensuring every part was covered, the scent of the shampoo mingling with the steam around them.

As his fingers worked their magic, concentrating on her scalp before gliding the lather gently down to the ends of her hair, Meerab couldn't help but hum in contentment. He was thorough, making sure to reach even the often-neglected spots behind her ears. The sensation was soothing, almost therapeutic, and she felt the tension of the day melt away under his careful ministrations.

"You're pretty good at this," she teased, her voice light and playful. "Ever considered a career change? Maybe working at a salon?"

Murtasim laughed, the sound echoing softly in the tiled space. "You want me to touch other women like this?" His tone was teasing, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"No!" Meerab responded immediately, a hint of mock indignation in her voice. Her quick reply drew another chuckle from him, a warm, affectionate sound that filled the space between them.

"Thought so, meri jal-kukdi" he said, smiling as he continued to rinse her hair, ensuring no trace of shampoo was left, ignoring hr whine at the word.

Meerab's decision to forgo the traditional conditioner in favor of the leave-in variant she had spotted earlier was as much about efficiency as it was about safety. She recalled a moment, just a few days ago, when Murtasim had nearly taken a tumble in the shower while rinsing out conditioner, something she wasn't eager to repeat.

"Your turn, bring your head here," she directed, a playful command in her tone. Murtasim complied, lowering his head for her. As she began working the shampoo into his hair, his contented hums filled the steamy air. Those sounds, small and personal, were music to her ears, she just found them so cute.

She smiled at the memory of their first time doing this, when she had insisted on shampooing his beard too. "Look up," she instructed, her hands now working the lather into the thick growth on his face which he still hadn't trimmed down to how short he usually kept his beard.

At first, he had found shampooing his beard odd, but her logic that "it's hair too" had quickly won him over. He closed his eyes, humming a little tune, as she carefully massaged the shampoo into his beard, then handed him the face wash to finish the job.

As the water continued to cascade around them, Murtasim leaned in, his voice playful, "You know, it feels like we've taken a hundred showers together rather than just five." The corners of his eyes crinkled in amusement.

Meerab turned to him, her eyebrow arched in mild surprise, "You were counting?" Her tone curious, intrigued by his attention to such details, the first one had been the night they first slept together and the morning after, sadly the arrival of her period and then getting shot meant that the other three had been when she was injured and needed help.

He nodded, the grin on his face widening. "Of course, how could I not? Each one is an event." His grin turned into a mock grimace as he added, "Though, I should probably start counting how much of your hair ends up on my body instead." He picked off a long strand from his arm and then his torso, holding it up for her to see.

She laughed, a sound that mingled with the spray of water and echoed off the tiles, filling the space with warmth. "I guess it's just one of the many perks of being so close to me," she teased back, a playful glint in her eyes.

Murtasim's response was immediate, his arms encircling her waist and drawing her close. The water continued its warm descent around them, creating an intimate world where only the two of them existed. His hand cradled the back of her head gently, fingers weaving through her wet hair as he leaned in. The kiss was deep and filled with emotion, a silent language that conveyed more than words ever could.

Meerab responded with equal fervor, her own arms wrapping around his neck, bringing herself even closer to him. His lips moved against hers with a practiced tenderness, each press a reaffirmation of his love and desire.

As they parted, hearts racing, Murtasim looked into her eyes, the water beading down his face. "I think I like these perks more," he whispered, his voice low and filled with a warmth that made her heart flutter.

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Meerab's laughter echoed beneath the high, thatched ceiling of their bedroom, as Murtasim's gentle pushed landed her back on the plush on the plush king-sized bed post-shower and drying her hair. She could feel the crisp linens against her bare legs, her body covered in the fluffy white bathrobe that had been hanging in the bathroom. Murtasim climbed onto the bed, moving over her until he hovered above, the light from the large windows casting a halo around him. His smile was infectious, and it made her heart skip a beat.

"How tired are you?" he asked, his gaze searching her face for signs of fatigue.

"Suddenly not so tired," she muttered back. The truth was, the adrenaline and the intimacy of the moment, of finally being alone with him, were awakening desires that had been put on hold for far too long. First, it was her period, and then the shooting incident; it felt like forever since they had been able to truly be together. The world had been rather cruel, giving her a taste of sex and then making her miss it.

"Good," he whispered, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down her spine.

Murtasim leaned down, his face inching closer to hers, the anticipation building in the small gap between them. He gently rubbed his nose against hers in an affectionate gesture, causing her to smile. His hands cradled her face tenderly, fingers positioned under her jaw. The warmth of his palms against her skin was comforting, reassuring. As his thumbs slowly moved across the apples of her cheeks, a subtle caress, she felt a surge of affection for the man who knew just how to make her feel both desired and deeply loved.

His lips met hers in a kiss that ignited all the pent-up longing inside her. She moaned into the kiss, her body responding to his touch instinctively. The initial softness quickly evolved into a more urgent, demanding pressure. His lips moved against hers rhythmically, teasingly pulling away only to return with increased intensity. She could feel the smile on his lips as he savored the moment, his breath mingling with hers, creating a heady mixture of desire and affection.

Their tongues met in a slow, deliberate dance, exploring familiar yet always thrilling territory. His hand, which had found the knot of her robe, paused in its task, as if allowing them this moment of pure connection. The other hand gently cradled her face, thumb caressing her cheek, grounding her.

Meerab's hands weren't idle; one tangled in the soft hairs at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, encouraging the deepening kiss. The other hand roamed his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax under the soft fabric of his bathrobe.

As Murtasim began to trail kisses down her neck, his movements were deliberate, pausing at spots he knew would elicit the softest sighs from her. Each kiss was a mix of softness and a hint of teeth, enough to send a jolt of pleasure through her body without overwhelming her senses. The robe, now loose, slipped further, revealing more of her skin to his eager kisses.

As Murtasim pulled the robe off her completely, there was a palpable sense of familiarity mixed with an evergreen wonder in his gaze. He moved back slightly, allowing the fabric to slip away from her body, and for a moment, he simply looked at her. His eyes roamed over her form, drinking in the sight as if memorizing every curve and contour all over again. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, echoing the words he had said the first time they had been this close. She felt a warm glow at his words, a smile blossoming on her lips, touched by the sincerity in his voice.

Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on her nose, a soft touch that held a world of affection. Then, his lips met hers again, the kiss deepening, filled with a longing that had only grown with time. His hands, strong yet gentle, trailed down her body, eliciting a shiver of anticipation, the lightness of his touch contrasted with the certainty of his movements.

She couldn't help but smile against his lips when she heard him murmur, "meri biwi". The smile quickly transformed into a moan as his hands grasped her breasts, the large palms encasing the flesh. The softness of her skin was a stark contrast to the roughness of his hands, and as his thumbs flicked and pinched her nipples, she couldn't contain the groan that escaped her lips. Her back arched instinctively, seeking more of his touch.

Memories flooded back to the first time they had shared such intimacy. Back then, she hadn't known the extent of her own sensitivity, the way her body would respond to his touch. His gaze had been fixed on her face, watching every reaction, every shiver that his hands elicited, just as it was right then.

Murtasim's attention was wholly focused on her, his hands and mouth orchestrating a symphony of sensations upon her breasts. His fingers were deft and knowing, pinching and flicking her nipples to peaks of aching desire. Meanwhile, his mouth was a source of both softness and intensity, his tongue lapping in gentle, teasing strokes, his lips sucking with an eagerness that drew deep moans from her throat. Occasionally, he bit gently, a sharp pleasure that made her back arch off the bed, her body seeking more of his exquisite torment. The heat that radiated from her core at his ministrations was almost overwhelming, a testament to his effect on her.

Amidst the haze of pleasure, Meerab's hands fumbled with the fabric of his robe, her movements clumsy with desire. Murtasim noticed her struggle and momentarily ceased his attentive worship of her body to look up at her, his eyes alight with amusement and affection.

"Off?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he noted her flushed cheeks and eager gaze.

Meerab's shyness seemed to bloom at the most unexpected moments, considering that she had just seen him naked in the shower, she had no reason to feel shy. But a wave of shyness washed over her, perhaps because she was being needy. Yet she nodded, her desire to see him as bare as she was, overpowering her momentary bashfulness.

Watching him, her breath caught as he smoothly shrugged off his robe and tossed it carelessly behind the bed. His body was fully revealed to her, every muscle and curve a testament to his allure, was this how he felt when he saw her? Like he didn't want to look away? Like he was looking at a masterpiece?

With his robe discarded, he dove back down to her, his lips finding hers in a wild, desperate kiss. Meerab's hands began their own journey, tracing the landscape of his body, feeling the muscles that tensed under her touch. Her fingers explored the contours of his back, dipped along the edges of his defined arms, and brushed against the broad expanse of his chest.

As their kisses deepened, the gentle caresses evolved into more urgent, hungry grasps. He shifted, allowing more of his weight to rest atop her, a protective, enveloping presence that she drew closer with every fiber of her being. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands threading through the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, craving the heat and weight of him.

The warmth of his skin against hers was a comfort and an arousal all at once. She reveled in the feel of him, the solid reality of his body pressing down on hers. Even as he tried to be mindful, bracing himself with one hand to avoid burdening her with his weight, she often found herself tugging him closer, wanting no space between them.

His other hand, meanwhile, continued its exploration, fingers gliding over the sensitive peaks of her breasts again before trailing down her body, eliciting a sharp intake of breath and a soft moan from her lips. The sensation was electric, sparking further desire that pooled deep within her.

Their kiss broke only for him to embark on a path of heated trails down her body again. His lips left a trail of open-mouthed kisses along her neck, each one a searing brand of his affection. He lingered at spots, sucking gently at the skin, marking her in a way that spoke of possession and profound love.

The heat between them was palpable. Her body responded to every touch, every caress, a symphony of sensations that crescendoed with each of his movements. His fingers trailed down her body, igniting a trail of fire that pooled deep in her core. She felt an aching emptiness, a yearning only he could fulfill, she wanted to scream, to beg.

Her voice broke the silence, yet the only thing that left her mouth was a breathy plea calling out his name, "Murtasimmmm, " as fingers explored her, sliding through her slick folds, the wetness a testament to her desire. She quivered beneath him, every stroke of his fingers sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. "Ohhhh," she moaned as he slid a finger inside her, followed by another, their rhythm steady and insistent.

He moaned, "So wet," his voice thick with desire as he scissored his fingers inside her, stretching and preparing her. His body pressed down, his hard length evident against her thigh, prompting another moan from her lips. She wanted him inside her, to tell him to hurry up, but she couldn't get the words out. The anticipation built, a delicious tension that begged for release.

Amidst the fog of desire, Meerab's mind clung to a thread of awareness. "Condom," she whispered, the word barely escaping her lips.

He cursed softly, "Fuck," realizing the necessity. But then, his hand reached towards the bedside table, opening it to reveal its contents. "Yes," he sighed in relief, pulling out an unopened box of condoms. "They really do think of everything."

He held up the box, swiftly ripping it open and extracting one packet. The rest was tossed aside carelessly as he focused on the task at hand.

Meerab watched, utterly captivated as Murtasim prepared himself, a vision of masculine allure. His knees positioning himself between her legs. The sight of his bare body, the defined muscles of his torso tapering down to that distinct v-shape leading to his aroused cock, held her gaze completely. It was as if each contour and curve was designed to draw her in, to incite a deeper craving within her. She bit her lips, her eyes lingering on his cock, knowing it'd be inside her shortly, and would take care of the ache that seemed to settle deep inside her.

Her eyes followed every movement with rapt attention as he shifted the condom inside its square packet, his fingers deftly pushing it to one side. Then, with an ease, he brought the packet to his mouth, ripping it open with his teeth. She observed, almost in awe, as he rolled the condom onto himself, his movements sure.

Then, he was adjusting his kneeling position, sitting back so that his weight rested on his legs while she lay exposed and waiting on the mattress. He loomed over her, his hands reaching for her legs to position them just so.

Her body ached with a need so profound it felt like a physical entity within her, an entity that screamed for fulfillment, urging her to close the distance between them, to beg him to push inside her and fill the ache. Yet, the words wouldn't leave her mouth.

He grasped himself, his fingers wrapping around his length as he positioned the condom-covered tip at her entrance. The sight was intensely erotic, the knowledge of what was to come sending waves of heat coursing through her. He ran the tip along the length of her slit, a teasing motion that elicited a sharp intake of breath from her. The sensation was maddening, a mix of promise and provocation that had her hips bucking up involuntarily, seeking more.

His eyes, dark with desire, flickered between hers and where their bodies would join, an unspoken dialogue flowing between them. There was a question in his gaze, a silent asking for permission, for confirmation that this was what she wanted. And in her eyes, he found his answer, an undeniable yes that echoed the silent scream within her. She was ready, more than ready, for him to end the torture.

A frustrated mewl escaped her lips, a sound of longing and impatience that morphed into a loud gasp as he finally pushed inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and a fulfilling sense of being wholly claimed. Her body welcomed him, adjusting to his presence.

Meerab felt a brief moment of emptiness as he pulled back, a silent plea forming in her mind, urging him not to stop. But then he was moving back in, deeper this time, filling her more completely. A mutual groan filled the room, their voices mingling in the air — hers calling out his name, a tether in the whirlwind of sensation, and his voice, a deep rumble of satisfaction, "You feel so perfect, meri jaan."

With each slow, deliberate thrust, he explored her further, pushing in deeper, each movement a study in restraint and desire. Her body stretched to accommodate him, the sensation teetering on the edge of too much and not enough. As he pushed in deeper, the feeling was overwhelming, almost too intense, as if she was at her limit yet craving more. Her body responded to him with a rhythm born of their shared hunger, her hips rising to meet each of his thrusts.

A pace was set, a rhythm of deep, purposeful thrusts that moved her entire body. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, her chest rising and falling, her breasts bouncing, her breath catching in her throat.

Murtasim's gaze was locked on the joining of their bodies, a look of fierce concentration and raw desire etched on his features as his eyes flickered from her face down her writhing body to where they were joined, over and over again.

His hand roamed her body, a trail of fire following his touch. He grasped her breasts, his fingers expertly teasing and pinching her nipples, eliciting sharp intakes of breath and soft moans from her. Then his hand continued its journey downward, finding the bundle of nerves at her core. As he touched her, the world narrowed down to the sensation of being filled and touched so intimately, the building pressure inside her growing with each thrust and touch.

Murtasim shifted his position, rising onto his knees and pulling her legs over each of his muscular thighs. His hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her body into the new alignment. The change in angle brought a fresh wave of sensation as his length touched unexplored depths within her. The feeling was so intense, it ripped a loud moan from her lips, followed by a gasp of Murtasimmm, a sound of pure pleasure and slight surprise.

"Okay?" he asked, pausing for a moment, his concern evident. Her response was a breathy "please," a plea for him to continue, to take her over the edge. Her mind screamed for more, for him to claim her again with the same intensity, but the words wouldn't leave her mouth.

Understanding her silent plea, he set a punishing pace, each thrust deeper and more forceful than the last. The new angle allowed him to reach spots inside her that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. She screamed out, her voice mingling with the sounds of their bodies coming together.

Her fingers clenched the sheets, gripping them tightly as her body was rocked by the relentless pace he maintained. It was a feeling beyond words, an intensity she hadn't known was possible — a pleasure so deep and consuming that her mind turned hazy, her body a vessel of sensation.

"Close?" he grunted between thrusts, his own pleasure nearing its peak as his movements became even more urgent and erratic. His voice was rough, strained with the effort of holding back, waiting for her to reach the brink with him.

She writhed beneath him, caught in the storm he created within her. "I—I don't know," she gasped out, her body a tangle of pleasure and confusion as he continued to drive into her.

"Faster?" he growled, his pace quickening, the room filled with the sound of his increased urgency. She could barely nod, her voice lost in a throaty scream that broke free as his movements pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

Her entire being focused on the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through her, her senses alight and her world reduced to the man above her. As Murtasim continued to thrust into her, Meerab watched him intently, her eyes tracing the play of muscles across his body. His groans filled the room, each one a raw, guttural sound that spoke volumes of the pleasure he was feeling. His voice was deep and rough, the words fragmented between heavy breaths — "So good... so tight... fuck, Meerab." Each word was punctuated by a grunt or a moan, his face contorted in a mix of pleasure and concentration was so beautiful.

His body moved with a rhythmic precision, the muscles in his arms, chest, and abdomen flexing and tensing with every movement. The sight was mesmerizing — the way his biceps bulged as he supported himself, the V of his muscles leading down to his pelvis, each thrust showcasing the strength and control he possessed. A thin sheen of sweat covered him, making his skin glisten in the soft light of the room. His hair, slightly damp from the shower, began to dry and fall haphazardly over his forehead, adding to the wild, intense look that dominated his features.

Each of her senses was tuned to him — the sound of his voice, the sight of his powerful body moving, the feeling of him inside her. It was overwhelming and utterly intoxicating.

And then he locked his gaze with hers, his eyes dark pools of intense desire. The sheer depth of his longing, so evident in the way he looked at her, sent a jolt of arousal coursing through her. There was something about being the sole focus of such powerful, raw emotion that overwhelmed her senses further, the connection so palpable it was almost a tangible force in the room. His stare was unyielding, a silent communication of his love, his need, and the pleasure she brought him. That look, so full of passion and intensity, pierced right through her, eliciting a loud, uncontrollable moan from her lips. It was as if his gaze alone could bring her to the edge, and she was helplessly and willingly caught in the storm of their shared ecstasy.

Meerab's entire being seemed to tighten, every muscle coiling in anticipation. A relentless tension built within her, centered between her legs where all the heat and desire converged. Yet, something seemed to hold back the wave of release that threatened to crash over her.

Murtasim's fingers returned to her, his touch on her clit deliberate and insistent while his hips drove into her with a renewed enthusiasm. Each deep and rapid thrust sent shockwaves through her body, pushing her further towards the brink. His breath was hot against her ear as he leaned in, whispering encouragements, "Let go, Meerab," he urged, his voice rough with his own rising climax. "Cum for me, meri jaan."

The sounds that escaped her were primal, uninhibited. She was only vaguely aware of the moans and cries that filled the room, but the way Murtasim responded, the way his own groans of pleasure mingled with hers, only fueled her ascent. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt, an intense, building pressure that promised an explosive release.

"Oh – oh – oh Murtasim I – " she gasped, her voice trailing off as she lacked the words to describe the overwhelming sensation. Her back arched off the bed, her body straining towards the release that tantalized her just at the edge of her consciousness.

And then, with a harder press and a swift rub from Murtasim's fingers, the dam inside her broke. It was as if something primal within her snapped, unleashing a flood of heat and pleasure that rushed out from her core. A surge of wetness accompanied her body's spasms, her inner walls clenching and fluttering around his cock in a rhythm of pure ecstasy.

As Meerab's breath steadied, she forced her eyes open, desperate to witness Murtasim in the throes of his own release. Their gazes locked, an intense connection that only heightened the moment. His face was a study of ecstasy, every muscle tensed and then releasing as pleasure overtook him. She watched, captivated, as he gave a few final, deep thrusts, each one punctuated with a twitch that signaled his climax was cascading through him.

His name escaped her lips in a breathy whisper as she watched him throw his head back, his eyes squeezed shut and his face flushed a deep red with exertion and bliss. His body stiffened, a grunt escaped his lips as he released, his breaths coming out in heavy gasps.

She couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret for the barrier between them, missing the raw intimacy of him filling her with his release completely as he had the first time.

Gradually, his body relaxed, his breathing slowed, and he carefully pulled out from her. He rolled the condom off, disposing of it in the nearby trash can. Then, with a soft sigh, he collapsed beside her on the bed. His arm immediately wrapped around her, drawing her close into his embrace. They lay there, a tangle of limbs, skin sticky with sweat, hearts still racing. The room was filled with the sound of their labored breathing, a testament to the passion they had just shared.

As they both caught their breath, the air around them settled, filled with a contented quiet. Murtasim pulled Meerab even closer, her head resting against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Meerab nestled closer to him, her lips finding the rhythmic pulse of his heart beneath his chest. The soft vibration of a contented hum from him mingled with the warmth of his skin under her lips. A smile danced on her lips, the realization of having Murtasim all to herself, with no interruptions, for two whole weeks filling her with an almost giddy joy.

His hand weaved through her tousled hair, a post-coital languor in his movements. He leaned in, his lips gently pressing a kiss to her forehead, a silent question in the gesture. "What's got you smiling?" he murmured, his voice a soothing baritone that resonated with the calm after the storm.

She snuggled closer, her head shaking slightly against his chest. The words of her thoughts felt too intimate and embarrassing to voice aloud just yet. His chuckle reverberated through his chest, a sound that always managed to make her heart flutter.

"Let's go, to the bathroom again and then we can go down for lunch," he whispered, the practicality of the day seeping back into their blissful bubble.

She reluctantly pulled back, only for her stomach to betray her by growling loudly, a sound that erupted between them causing a burst of laughter from both. "Travelling is exhausting for the body!" she defended herself, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

He snorted, a teasing glint in his eyes. "You didn't seem exhausted just right now," he quipped, his hand playfully slithering down the bed to pat her stomach. "Let's go feed you."

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A/N: That was over 11K words of fluff and smut! What do you think? What was your favourite part? What are you looking forward to reading?

Welcome to South Africa y'all -- expect tons of more cuteness and smut, hehe.