A/N: Okayyyyy, a last smutty-fluffy honeymoon chapter before a little surprise in the next chapter, and then we're back to Hyderabad, hehehehe. I hope y'all like this chapter, I'll be posting another chapter this week as well!

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In the tranquil afternoons that had started to blend one into the other, Murtasim found a profound peace lying in bed next to Meerab. The room was bathed in a warm, gentle light that streamed through the window, wrapping everything in a golden hue. He lay there, shirtless, basking in the warmth of the sunlight and the closeness of Meerab, who was curled against him.

She wore a blue nightgown, if he could call it that, one that left him spellbound. The garment was daringly provocative. The contraption she wore had a deep neckline that plunged enticingly, pushing up her breasts in a way that seemed to defy gravity. The fabric was almost sheer, floated around her curves while leaving little to the imagination. Its open front revealed flashes of her matching panties, making his heart race with desire. He found his gaze lingering on the exposed expanse of her skin, the soft curve of her breasts, and the playful hint of what lay beneath the delicate fabric. Every rise and fall of her chest against his side sent waves of warmth and desire through him.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by Meerab's gentle explorations across his chest. Her fingers moved with a curiosity that was as endearing as it was arousing, tracing the contours of his muscles and sending shivers of pleasure through him. Their banter was light, filled with laughter.

"I don't want to leave, ever," Meerab whispered, her hand pausing in its meandering path across his chest. There was a wistfulness in her voice that echoed his own sentiments. The end of their trip loomed over them, a return to reality neither of them was ready to face.

"Me too," he replied softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. The thought of leaving this secluded paradise, of having to share Meerab with the world once more, filled him with an unexpected melancholy. Here, in this place, he was able to spend all day by her side, and bury himself inside her multiple times a day.

Meerab sighed, her fingers continued their gentle exploration of his chest.

"We can always take more trips, just us," Murtasim suggested, the idea brightening his tone. "Close or far, it doesn't matter."

Meerab paused in her tracing, poking him gently. "Are you planning on going bankrupt for me, then?" she teased, her voice laced with amusement.

He laughed, a deep, resonant sound that filled the room. "We have enough to sustain a couple of generations, unless someone decides to buy an island or something equally extravagant," he assured her, as her fingers started trailing down his stomach.

"Me? Extravagant?" Meerab feigned innocence before her laughter joined his, Meerab was far from extravagant. "Maybe you should quit, then. Spend all your time making sure I don't make such impulsive purchases," she proposed, half in jest, half in earnest longing.

"Of course," he replied without missing a beat. "There's nothing I'd love more."

She laughed as she poked his stomach.

Then, in a moment that felt as natural as the conversation they were wrapped in, her hand drifted lower, her touch becoming more deliberate. "Can I try something?" she asked, her voice a whisper of curiosity.

He was rather curious by the question, "What?" He asked, his voice soft.

Unexpectedly, her hand moved lower, grasping his cock over the fabric of his pajamas. Her touch was tentative, almost shy. "Can I do what you do with your mouth?" she asked quickly, her voice barely above a whisper.

The question caught him off guard, a jolt of surprise and arousal coursing through him. He groaned softly, feeling the heat of her words ignite something deep within him. Turning to face her, he saw her move back slightly, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, her lip caught between her teeth in a gesture of uncertainty and desire.

"Inspired by the animals, huh?" he teased lightly, a playful reference to their earlier wildlife drive where the tracker had shared some unexpectedly intimate details about the lions they had observed engaging in oral sex.

Her response was a gentle whack to his chest, a playful rebuke that only served to widen his grin.

"Do you want to?" he asked, his voice soft, encouraging.

She nodded quickly, her eyes wide. "But I don't know how," she confessed softly.

He turned to her fully, his hand reaching out to trace her lips gently. "Anything you do will feel good," he reassured her, his thumb gliding across her plump lips.

She pouted slightly, a look of concentration on her face that he found utterly endearing.

"Hmm, open your mouth," he whispered, guiding her gently.

She looked at him, a flicker of confusion crossing her features before understanding dawned and she parted her lips. He carefully slid his thumb across her bottom lip a couple of times before gently pushing it into her mouth, simulating the act she was curious about.

Her eyes darkened, a depth of desire pooling in them as she realized his intent. Her lips closed around his thumb, the wet warmth of her mouth enveloping him. "Suck," he whispered, his own breath hitching at the sensation, moving his thumb in and out slowly.

She complied, her movements hesitant at first but gaining confidence when he groaned as she sucked on his thumb, his mind alight with visions of her lips wrapped around his cock. The simulation, the idea of her wanting to explore and please him in such a way, was nearly as intoxicating as the act itself.

"See, it's easy," he said with a grin, pulling his thumb away from her lips.

Her rolled eyes didn't diminish the spark in her gaze. "Except you're huge," she muttered almost under her breath, then immediately looked shocked at her own boldness.

He couldn't help but chuckle at her comment. "Thank you," he replied with a mix of pride and amusement. It wasn't every day a man received such a compliment.

Her response was a playful whack to his chest, her actions belying the shy look in her eyes.

Murtasim sat up against the headrest, propping himself in a position that would give him a full view of her. This moment was too precious, too charged with anticipation to experience it any other way. He crossed his hands behind his head and leaned back, a picture of relaxed expectation. "I am all yours, take your time," he encouraged her, his voice low and inviting.

Meerab's smile then was a thing of beauty, filled with a newfound confidence. She moved to straddle him, the fabric of her nightgown shifting enticingly, pushing up her breasts in a way that drew his eyes magnetically. He loved how the garment accentuated her curves, teasing and revealing in equal measure.

Then, she leaned in to kiss him, a deep, passionate kiss that had Meerab taking the lead. Her teeth caught his lower lip gently, tugging at it in a way that sent a jolt of pleasure through him. Her tongue swept into his mouth, exploring and claiming, an assertion of her own desires. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, of her growing confidence and her hunger for him.

She then began a trail of soft kisses over his face, her lips brushing against his skin with featherlight touches. Each kiss was a whisper of affection. Her hands rested lightly on his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles.

As Meerab's lips trailed down to the sensitive skin of Murtasim's neck, he felt a wave of sensations he hadn't fully anticipated. Her mouth was both tender and bold, exploring him with an intimacy that was both exhilarating and overwhelming. She licked and sucked at the corded muscles of his neck, each gentle bite sending shivers down his spine. When she sucked on his Adam's apple, drawing a deep moan from her and an involuntary groan from him, Murtasim felt a new level of arousal building within him. Her actions, mirroring the way he often lavished attention on her, reminded him of the night they had spent in the treehouse again.

"F-fuck, Meerab," he gasped as she found that spot right behind his ear again, a place he hadn't know was so sensitive until her lips brushed against it for the first time. A jolt of electricity seemed to course through his body yet again, his back arching slightly off the headboard in response.

Her grin and giggle was one of triumph as she continued her descent, her lips trailing a path down his chest. Her hands roamed alongside, her fingers tracing patterns across his skin, leaving trails of heat in their wake. He was acutely aware of every touch, every kiss, as if her hands and lips were igniting a fire that spread across his skin.

As she reached the v-line of his abdomen, leading into the waistband of his pajamas, Murtasim felt his breath hitch. The area was particularly sensitive, a fact that seemed to delight Meerab as she paid extra attention to it. Her kisses there were teasing, her breath hot against his skin, making him acutely aware of the growing tension within him. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, holding a glint of playful mischief, as if she knew exactly the effect she was having on him.

Her fingers, meanwhile, continued their exploration, drawing patterns that felt like whispers against his skin.

As Meerab's face drew nearer to his cock, Murtasim couldn't help but smile at the transformation in her. The memory of her fleeing to the bathroom, flushed with embarrassment over him waking up to her touching him, contrasted sharply with the bold, curious woman before him now. Her gradual shedding of inhibitions was as thrilling to him as the gradual shedding of her clothes.

He watched intently as her fingers hooked into the waistband of his pajamas, pulling them down and releasing his erection. It stood proudly, pointing towards his stomach, a testament to his desire for her. A soft moan escaped Meerab's lips as she gazed at him, her eyes flitting between his face and his cock, desire reflected in them.

She seemed to hesitate for a moment, her teeth capturing her bottom lip in uncertainty.

"I love you," he whispered to her, his voice soft yet laced with a raw honesty.

He saw the smile that graced her lips in response, a smile that reached her eyes and lit up her entire face.

"And I'll love anything you do," he continued, his words an assurance, "just don't bite me." His teasing tone lightened the mood, eliciting a giggle from her, the tension in her shoulders visibly easing.

Settling onto her knees between his legs, Meerab's hands began a journey. They trailed up his thighs, the touch light but confident, until they finally wrapped around his length. The immediate moan that spilled from Murtasim's lips was involuntary, a response to the warm, soft embrace of her hands.

She began to stroke him, her movements gentle, her touch explorative. Her hand glided up and down his length, the sensation both comforting and electrifying. "Tighter," he instructed, his voice low but clear.

Meerab adjusted her grip, her fingers tightening around him. The change elicited a deeper groan from Murtasim, his hips instinctively moving into her touch. "So good," he praised her, his eyes locked on her, watching every reaction, every movement.

Murtasim watched, his heart pounding, as Meerab's hands gently explored him, her movements slow and deliberate, each touch sending waves of anticipation through him. He could see her gathering her courage, her breath warm against his sensitive skin, making his cock twitch in response.

Her hair fell forward, obscuring his view, and he couldn't resist the urge to see her, to witness every expression on her face. His hands moved through her hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail, holding it away from her face with one hand. This simple gesture exposed her completely to his gaze, her eyes meeting his, a mix of uncertainty and determination shining in them.

Her lips parted, and she brought his cock closer to her mouth, the sight causing his breath to hitch. "Fuck, Meerab," he groaned as she gently ran the tip of his cock across her bottom lip, mimicking the motion he had shown her with his thumb. The sensation was indescribably tantalizing, a tease that left him aching for more.

To his surprise and delight, she didn't immediately take him into her mouth. Instead, her tongue darted out, lightly licking the very tip. The sensation sent a sharp groan tearing from his throat. She glanced up at him, their eyes locking, and repeated the action, her tongue tracing a path along his length before lapping at his tip.

The feeling was exquisite, overwhelming. Her mouth was hot and wet, enveloping him in a sensation so intense it bordered on the unbearable. She was tentative at first, but each movement, each tentative lick, sent ripples of pleasure coursing through him. He watched her, mesmerized, his hand still holding her hair back, allowing him an unobstructed view of her taking him in, of her learning and exploring.

Murtasim was completely transfixed, his breath catching in his throat as Meerab's lips closed around the tip of his cock. The sensation was electric, her mouth warm and inviting, and when she started to bob her head, taking more of him with each movement, it was almost too much to bear. "Feels so good," he whispered, his voice laden with desire and amazement at her natural ability.

With every bob of her head, she managed to cover more and more of his length, sucking gently yet firmly. "You're so good at this, meri jaan," he praised her, watching intently as she worked. His entire body was alive with sensation, his stomach and balls already feeling tight with the building pressure.

A soft moan vibrated around him as she continued, sending shivers down his spine. He groaned loudly, his fingers threading through her hair tighter, guiding her gently. The sight of her so dedicated, so focused on pleasing him, was incredibly arousing.

Suddenly, she coughed, having taken him too deep. Pulling off him, she gasped and coughed, looking slightly flustered. "It's fine, go slow, meri jaan, take what you can," he reassured her softly, "You can use your hands for the rest." His voice was soothing, encouraging, filled with a tenderness that contrasted with the rawness of their act.

Meerab nodded, catching her breath before returning to him. Her mouth and hand worked in tandem, her movements more cautious now, yet no less arousing. "Good girl," he whispered, his words of praise mingling with moans and groans as his self-control began to slip.

His free hand gently caressed her cheek, tracing the line of her jaw, marveling at her dedication. Her eyes met his, a look of concentration and desire in them that made his heart swell. She moaned around him, the sound muffled but clear, her actions becoming more confident with his guidance and reassurance.

The hand in her hair helped her move, guiding her rhythm gently, not to control but to support her. Each moan from her sent waves of pleasure through him, each movement of her head pushing him closer to the brink.

Murtasim was completely captivated by the sight of Meerab, especially when she gazed up at him with those dark, intense eyes while his cock filled her mouth. The way she leaned over him caused the delicate fabric of her lingerie to stretch, her breasts almost spilling out, adding an extra layer of eroticism to the moment. Her face was flushed with a mix of exertion and arousal, painting a picture of pure sensuality.

As she began to hollow out her cheeks, applying more pressure, the sensation became almost unbearably exquisite. She hummed softly, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. It was an overwhelming symphony of visual and physical stimuli that hastened his climax.

His orgasm tore through him like a tempest, a guttural groan of her name escaping his lips, "Fuck, Meerabbbbb." In a reflexive motion, he gently pulled her off by her hair, his release spurting across his stomach, her hands, and her chin.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide in shock, a satisfied smile gracing her lips, happy in her accomplishment. He released her hair, watching it cascade around her shoulders in a beautiful disarray. For a moment, they simply sat there, locked in a gaze that spoke volumes of their shared intimacy and pleasure.

Reaching for the towel they had learned to keep handy by the bed, Meerab wiped her hands and then tenderly cleaned the mess from his stomach. He couldn't resist pulling her into his arms, kissing her wildly, his words spilling out between kisses. "How are you so perfect at everything, meri jaan?"

She giggled against his lips, her voice playful yet filled with love, "Because I am Meerab."

Pulling back, he looked at her with a deep affection, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Meri Meerab," he whispered, his voice low and filled with emotion. The proud look on her face warmed his heart.

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As the night enveloped the African wilderness in its serene embrace, Murtasim found himself captivated by the sight of Meerab, who was pacing back and forth on the patio of their secluded villa. The gentle glow of the moonlight illuminated her figure, casting soft shadows that danced with her every movement. Clad in nothing but his oversized white shirt and a pair of barely visible silk shorts, she was a vision of relaxed beauty, her hair tousled in a delightful disarray from their earlier escapades.

The distant sound of laughter and chatter from his family filled the air, a comforting reminder of home. Meerab's animated conversation with his mother and sister brought a warm smile to his face, yet he found himself utterly distracted by his wife. The way his shirt draped over her body, hinting at the curves hidden beneath, and the occasional glimpse of the silk shorts as she moved, drove him mad. The fire pit beside him crackled, its flickering flames mirroring the warmth that spread through him each time she passed by.

She had been on the phone for about fifteen minutes now, and he missed her, despite having just fucked her over the arm of the sofa he sat on now, in front of the firepit, his fingers bunched in her hair, holding her up every time she pushed her face against the cushions so he could hear her scream his name.

Meerab's laughter reached him, light and carefree, and he tuned back into the conversation. Meerab's playful jab at Maryam about bringing back a lion as a souvenir made him chuckle, the sound mingling with the night's natural symphony.

Catching her eye as she passed him once more, Murtasim reached out, his hands finding her waist with practiced ease. He pulled her towards him, a silent invitation to return to the comfort and warmth of his embrace. Meerab's initial resistance melted away as she settled into him, her back pressing against his chest, her body aligning perfectly with his.

The phone call continued, her voice a sweet melody that filled the night, but now she was anchored to him, her warmth seeping into his skin. He listened to her talk, the rise and fall of her voice soothing and familiar. Every so often, she would lean back a little more into him, seeking reassurance in his presence.

The soft glow of the fire pit cast a warm, flickering light on Meerab's skin. As Meerab asked Maryam about the weddings they had missed, Murtasim seized the opportunity, his hands began a slow, deliberate journey up her legs. Despite her playful attempt to swat his hands away, her focus remained on the call, her laughter echoing into the night.

In a bold move, Murtasim shifted, pressing Meerab gently but firmly down onto the plush outdoor sofa. His hand swiftly covered her mouth to muffle her surprised gasp, his body pinning her beneath him in a tender assertion of desire. Her eyes, wide with shock, locked onto his, panic flickering within them.

He removed his hand to let her talk. "Nothing, I – uh – almost tripped," Meerab managed to lie smoothly through the phone, even as her eyes shot him a warning glance. Murtasim, undeterred and captivated by the sight of her under him, began to slowly unbutton the shirt she wore even as she tried to whack his hand away. The fabric parted to reveal her, bathed in the soft, golden light of the fire, her beauty rendered even more striking against the backdrop of the night.

His groan was involuntary as he beheld her fully, his hands eagerly exploring the softness of her skin, cupped her perfect breasts, teasing her. The gentle manipulation of his fingers brought her nipples to taut peaks, a testament to her body's undeniable response to his touch.

Meerab's glare, though fierce, was belied by the way she bit her lower lip, a clear sign of her inner turmoil and rising desire. As Murtasim's lips found the delicate curve of her neck, trailing kisses that seared her skin, her breath hitched, her attempts at conversation growing increasingly breathless.

"Nahi, we have a co – couple more days here," she stuttered, the effort to maintain composure evident in her voice. Murtasim felt a thrill at her struggle, his strength easily keeping her in place beneath him even as she struggled.

Murtasim's gaze was fixed on Meerab, a mischievous glint in his eyes. She glared at him as she continued speaking on the phone.

Yet, the moment he captured her nipple with his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak before drawing it into a gentle suckle, Meerab's reaction was immediate. Her back arched in response to the pleasure coursing through her, she hastily covered her mouth to stifle the sounds that threatened to betray what they were doing. Murtasim couldn't help but grin at her attempted decorum, even as he continued his tantalizing assault.

Her attempts to maintain a normal conversation while under his ministrations were both endearing and exhilarating. He chuckled, sitting up again, bringing two of his fingers to her mouth, pushing them between her lips and into her mouth while looking right at her, she bit on them gently and he held back a chuckle as he pulled his fingers out, now covered with her saliva.

He slid the fingers beneath the silk of the shorts that barely concealed her, running it along her soaking slit, she was wet enough that he could sink his cock into her again so easily.

Meerab let out a loud gasp, a sweet melody to his ears, before her eyes grew wide. "Oh, I – I was just surprised that she is getting married so young!" She said, and then she laughed, trying to kick Murtasim away but he shook his head, rubbing her clit in steady circles. "Oh – oh right, I forgot I got married pretty young too." She said with a breathlessness that spoke volumes of the sensations he was evoking within her.

She glared at him, but he just grinned, scratching her clit a little with his nail, knowing it drove her absolutely wild, she bit down on her lip so hard that he was sure she would cut herself.

He should have been a good husband and just left her to chat in peace, but he found that he didn't want to be good. Lowering himself to the ground between the sofa and the fire pit, he captured her legs, admiring the softness of her skin illuminated by the fire's glow. His actions were deliberate, drawing her to the edge of the couch, parting her legs to claim the space between them as his own. Her attempts to resist, to push him away, only served to heighten the anticipation, her legs a barrier he was determined to overcome.

Holding Meerab's legs open, Murtasim was deliberate in his actions, pushing aside the fabric that was a mere barrier to the warmth he sought. His grip on her soft thighs left fleeting marks as he squeezed. He positioned her legs over his shoulders, drawing himself closer to where his fingers had just been, the intensity in his gaze was mirrored by the flush of anticipation on Meerab's cheeks.

Despite the ongoing conversation that tethered her to the phone, her body's response to his proximity was undeniable. She was a vision of desire, her breath hitching, her body instinctively seeking more of his touch. She was perfect, so wet, so warm, her clit swollen, her thighs shaking. With each bite along her inner thighs, Meerab's attempts to maintain composure became more strained, her body betraying her with every shiver and squirm. She tried to buck him off with her hips as Murtasim's lips and tongue charted a course of pleasure.

When he finally ran his tongue up her slit, her response was instantaneous. Her exclamation, a mixture of shock and unbridled passion, filled the air. A sharp, "Murtasim!" left her.

He looked up at her to see her eyes wide with panic. "-would like to talk to you, here!" she said, rushing to hand him the phone while whacking his arm.

Murtasim's laughter blended with the crackle of the fire pit. Clutching the phone, he greeted his mother with a fondness that resonated in his voice, "Hello Maa-saab," he said, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards as he felt Meerab's futile attempts to escape his grasp. She was a whirlwind of motion, her efforts to free herself only serving to draw him closer.

His mother's voice, a mix of admonishment and affection, filled his ear. "I told you to call once in a while if not every day," she chided, her words carrying the weight of maternal concern across continents.

Murtasim's response was a blend of apology and rationale, "Sorry Maa, the time difference makes it difficult," he explained, his tone a mixture of regret and practicality. As he spoke, he shifted the phone slightly away from his lips, placing it against his ear, anticipating the river of words his mother was bound to unleash. Her voice continued to spill out.

Meanwhile, Meerab, caught in the gentle prison of his embrace, ceased her attempts to wriggle free, resigning herself to the warmth of his hold. Murtasim's attention, divided between the conversation with his mother and the woman in his arms, was a dance of multitasking only he could perform. He went back to work, his tongue lapping at his wife, her lips arching towards his mouth, moving against him, coating his mouth and beard with her essence.

He looked up to find that she had her hand pressed over her mouth to stop the sounds, he grinned as he scraped his teeth over her clit, loving that he could hear her moan despite her hand muffling that sound.

"Did you two eat dinner already?" His mother's voice came from the other side of the phone. "The food there must be so bland."

Murtasim pulled away from between Meerab's legs, licking his lips before speaking, "I am having dessert now, it's pretty good." He said, looking right at Meerab who was glaring at him, her little nose scrunched.

"Meerab said it was bland." His mother said.

"I guess it depends on what you have." He said as he leaned in again, flicking his wife's clit with his tongue, while she moved her hips against his mouth in the earnest, chasing more. Her soft sighs served as a counterpoint to his mother's voice.

His mother spoke for just another few minutes before she said, "Acha, it must be late now, make sure to call so I don't worry about some wild animal eating you or Meerab."

Murtasim snickered, pulling away from between his wife's legs again. "I'll make sure to keep Meerab safe from all wild animals." He arched his eyebrow at his wife who whacked him again. "Bye, talk to you soon." He said before hanging up.

Meerab let out a loud gasp as he hung up, her hand dropping from her mouth and moving to whack his shoulders and arms. "You're the worst!" She whined.

"Tell me that after you finish on my tongue, meri jaan," he murmured as he threw the phone onto the sofa and buried his face between her legs again, her thighs surrounding his ears, his tongue licking and lapping at her juices, her lips sucking on her clit until Meerab's hands were in his hair.

Her moans echoed in the night around him as she finished against his mouth, pulsing and growing so wet as he lapped at her, "so good for me, meri jaan," he muttered against her as she mewled.

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The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the secluded swimming pool at their villa. Murtasim glided through the cool water, each stroke slicing through the calm surface with practiced ease. The tranquil moment was interrupted by the sound of the patio door sliding open. He turned, and the sight that greeted him stole his breath away.

Meerab walked out the door, clad in a bathing suit that seemed crafted from the fabric of fantasy itself. It was a stunning red one-piece, the color that seemed to be made just for her, clinging to her form in a way that highlighted every curve and contour of her body. The suit had a daringly plunging neckline, held together by thin straps. Yet, it was the back—or the lack thereof—that truly captivated him. As she turned, the fabric dipped into a deep V that traced the length of her spine, ending just above the swell of her hips. The cut offered an unobstructed view of her smooth skin, and the lower part hugged her ass in a way that left very little to the imagination. Her hair cascaded down her back in waves, and she moved with a grace that was utterly mesmerizing.

Meerab giggled, "are you not going to say anything?" she teased, her eyes shining with mirth.

"It's red," Murtasim managed to say.

"Rani picked it out," Meerab replied, her voice carrying a note of amusement over his obvious astonishment.

"Hmm, she gets two gifts then," he mused, his tone playful. "One for Maryam, one for Dua, and two for Rani..." The casual mention of gifts made Meerab laugh.

She rolled her eyes at him, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her amusement. Accepting the hand he extended towards her, she stepped into the pool with a grace that made his heart race. The moment the cool water enveloped her, she let out a playful squeal. "It's cold!" she exclaimed, her body instinctively moving closer to his for warmth.

"You'll get used to it," he assured her, his laughter mingling with the gentle sounds of water lapping against the sides of the pool. "Or I can warm you up," he suggested, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he closed the distance between them.

With deliberate movements, he pressed her back against the cool tiles of the pool wall, his body a solid, warm presence against hers.

Meerab laughed, a sound full of light and warmth, even as she playfully attempted to push him away. "Murtasim, stop," she protested, but her eyes sparkled with mirth.

He only shook his head, undeterred by her feigned resistance. "How can I stop when my wife is this gorgeous?" He muttered as his arms snaked around her waist, drawing her even closer, if that were possible. His hands traveled lower, cupping the curve of her ass with a boldness that elicited a gasp from her lips. "You want me to stop?" he echoed, his tone teasing, his grip firm yet gentle.

Meerab, with her eyes sparkling with mischief, looked at him. Her voice, soft and filled with love, broke the quiet. "I love you," she whispered, her smile radiating warmth that rivaled the sun above.

Before he could react, her hands pressed firmly against his shoulders, her laughter ringing out clear and bright as she playfully dunked him beneath the surface, using the I love you as a distraction. Murtasim's surprise was short-lived; as he resurfaced, pushing his drenched hair back from his face, he was met with the sight of Meerab's uncontrollable laughter. The way her body shook with each giggle, her joy uncontained, was a sight he found endlessly endearing.

"Meerab!" he exclaimed, feigning indignation, yet unable to mask the affection in his voice. Her laughter, so pure and unrestrained, was infectious, but he couldn't let her get away with her playful assault unchallenged. "You're going to pay for that," he warned, his voice laced with a playful threat that only made her laugh harder.

Her defense was as whimsical as her attack. "You just looked so cute. I couldn't help it," she managed between giggles, her hands waving in a gesture of mock innocence. It was then, with a swift movement, he captured her hand, pulling her close. She squealed in surprise as he mirrored her earlier action, dunking her beneath the cool water.

But Meerab was quick to retaliate, surfacing to splash him with a wave of water that caught him off guard. As he sputtered, wiping the water from his face, he couldn't help but laugh along with her. "You're going to regret that," he teased, a hint of challenge in his tone.

Her response was light and teasing, "I remember someone saying that last time too," she quipped, her eyes alight with the memory of their playful chase around the Haveli's pool after she had found a picture of him dressed as a fairy. It had been a moment of unexpected intimacy then, a turning point in their relationship from sadness and misunderstandings to laughter and lightness.

"I wanted to kiss you so badly then," he confessed, the memory of their interrupted moment, courtesy of Maryam intervening, vivid in his mind. Maybe Maryam would get zero gifts.

Her smile in response, soft and knowing, spoke volumes. "I wanted you to," she admitted, her voice a whisper of shared longing.

As she retreated slightly, Murtasim followed, drawn to her as surely as the moon draws the tide. He pressed her gently against the pool wall again, observing her. Her hair cascaded in wet curls around her face, he was captivated. The water dripped from her hairline, tracing a path over her eyelashes, and falling in delicate droplets to her lips. The moment her tongue darted out to catch a drop, a raw, primal noise escaped him, the sight igniting a deep desire within.

"I want to fuck you in that pool too," he found himself muttering, his voice laced with an intense longing that he recognized as the desires he had kept suppressed all those months.

Meerab laughed, a light, melodious sound that somehow made the suggestion seem less outrageous. "You'll have to empty out the whole Haveli," she teased, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"I would," he responded earnestly.

She snorted at the thought, a playful spark in her eyes. "The village pool is more private," she mused, a hint of reminiscence in her voice.

Murtasim's voice dropped to a whisper, a tone reserved for secrets and intimate confessions. "Did you think about us there, meri jaan?" he asked, the memory of their fight in the village which had inevitably led them both into the pool, the water embracing them, binding them together in a moment suspended in time.

She shrugged nonchalantly, but her eyes betrayed her, shimmering with unspoken thoughts and desires.

"I'll remember that," he vowed softly, moving closer, his breath warm against her ear. "I wanted to fuck you there too, to push those wet clothes off you and take you until the only thing you remembered was my name," he confessed, his voice a seductive murmur.

The whimper that escaped Meerab and the involuntary shiver that coursed through her body was all the encouragement he needed. "Do you want me to show you how?" he whispered, the question rhetorical, their mutual desire a palpable force between them.

And then, without waiting for her to say yes her eyes screamed, he was kissing her. The kiss was an explosion of senses; her lips were warm, soft, and tantalizingly salty from the pool water. Yet, beneath that, he tasted the essence of Meerab herself, a sweetness that was uniquely hers, and he found himself delving deeper, seeking more.

His arm wrapped firmly around her back, pulling her against him with a possessive strength, while his other hand found its way into the silk of her wet hair, gripping it gently but with enough force to tilt her head back, deepening their kiss. He bit her lip lightly, a bold move that elicited a moan from her. Seizing the moment, his tongue ventured further, exploring the depths of her mouth, dancing and tangling with hers.

Lost in the kiss, in the feel of her body pressed against his, Murtasim was consumed by an overwhelming need. The water around them, the sunlight, the very air they breathed seemed to fade into insignificance, leaving only the electric connection that sparked with every touch, every taste of her.

Murtasim's breath was ragged as he pulled back from Meerab, his eyes dark with desire. "I don't think we would have been soft and slow then," he whispered, his voice thick with unspoken promises and memories of a charged moment that had lingered in his mind far longer than he cared to admit. That night in the pool, where every word had been a veiled challenge, had left him with a longing that bordered on obsession - it made him wish he could push her up against the nearest wall and kiss the fight out of her.

Meerab's moan was soft, yet it struck him like a lightning bolt, her eyes scanning his face with an intensity that matched his own. His hands, both tender and possessive, traced the contours of her body, mapping the territory he'd dreamed of conquering once. He kissed her again, this time with a depth that refused to end, as if their lips were the only source of air.

Cradling the nape of her neck gently in one hand, he allowed the fingertips of his other to dance along her upper arm, his touch light but leaving a trail of goosebumps. Meerab, gasping for air, tried to pull back, but Murtasim was relentless, his lips and tongue tracing her jawline and descending down her neck, whispering confessions that were both a torment and a tease. "I thought about fucking you a lot after that night in the pool," he admitted, each word punctuated with a kiss that left her skin burning for more.

With one arm securely around her, pulling her closer against the firmness of his body, Meerab tilted her head back, surrendering to his exploration. His words, "all I could think about was how your suit clung to you and how much I wanted to peel it off," seemed to ignite a fire within her, her moan deep and raw as he delicately nipped at her skin.

Finding her lips again, Murtasim devoured her with a hunger that was primal. She responded with equal passion, her hands finding their way into his hair, pulling him closer. His hand, bold and explorative, glided down her neck, over her collarbone, nudging aside the straps of her swimsuit to bare her flesh to his touch. Beneath the water's cool embrace, his hand found her breast, the fabric of her swimsuit giving way to his insistent fingers. "My dreams came up with a hundred different ways with how it could have ended differently," he breathed against her lips, each word a stroke of arousal. Rather than her walking away, every single dream had him buried inside her.

Her body arched into his touch as she moaned into his mouth. His tongue played with hers, teasing and tasting, promising more. Her nails dug into his back, a sensation that drove him further into the realm of desire, he loved it when she marked him.

Murtasim whispered against the delicate skin of her throat, his words heavy with longing, "I dreamed constantly of how you would look naked in that pool." His tongue traced a path down her throat, teasing the surface of the water before lifting her breast out of its cool embrace.

The air kissed her wet skin as he lavished attention on her nipple, alternating between licking, sucking, and the gentlest of bites. Meerab's response was immediate; she arched her back, her head thrown back in abandon, a symphony of groans and gasps escaping her as the sensation overwhelmed her senses.

While his mouth worked on one nipple, his hand was not idle. It found her other breast, teasing the nipple into a hard point, drawing from her lips a sharp, high-pitched 'oh' that vibrated through the quiet around them.

Rising back to capture her lips, Murtasim's hands remained on her breasts, his touch firm yet tender. "I fantasized about how you'd sound screaming my name," he confessed, his voice rough with need against her lips, he had always loved the way his name rolled off her tongue.

The whimper that Meerab let out against his lips was a sweet melody to his ears. Her fingers found his hair, tangling and pulling, even as her other hand traced fiery patterns across his wet, heated skin, sending ripples of desire coursing through him. "What else?" She gasped out.

Positioning himself with a hand on either side of her against the pool's edge, he continued, his gaze locked with hers, "I dreamed of how good it would feel to be inside you, to make you scream... to punish you." The whimper that escaped her lips then was laden with anticipation and a touch of apprehension.

His chuckle was low, a sound filled with promise. "To teach you how to be good," he teased, the words designed to provoke her.

And provoke her they did. Her eyes flashed with a mix of challenge and desire, her hand in his hair tugging him back, exposing his neck to her lips and teeth. She bit down, a deliberate act of defiance, and his moan filled the space between them, a sound of pure pleasure.

He felt her smile against his skin, a victorious, wicked curve of her lips. Pulling her back to face him, he claimed her mouth with an intensity that left no room for doubt. "I imagined you being this feisty," he breathed against her lips, "telling me you didn't want me without words, while your body begged for me."

She let out a whimper against his mouth that he swallowed.

With deliberate intent, he wound his left hand into the wet tendrils of her hair at the nape of her neck, while his right hand found its place on the small of her back, just above the enticing curve of her ass. Drawing her closer, he relished the sensation of her slick, wet skin against his, the coolness of the water clashing with the warmth of their bodies.

Pressed against him, Meerab's breasts molded to his chest, her heartbeat a rapid drum against his own. His arousal was undeniable, a hard, pressing demand against her abdomen, signaling his need. As their kiss deepened, a clash of lips and tongue, Murtasim's hand ventured lower, tracing the slender line of her waist before resting flat against her stomach over her bathing suit.

His long fingers danced lower to the skin of legs, submerged and exploratory, pushing up until they met the crotch of her swimsuit, he pushed it aside to discover the heat of her. When his fingertips brushed against her slit, a sharp intake of breath caught between them, her teeth biting down on his lip in a mix of surprise and pleasure.

Applying gentle pressure, Murtasim circled her sensitive clit, drawing a deep groan from Meerab that vibrated through their locked mouths. Her response was immediate, nails digging into his scalp, anchoring herself to him as waves of pleasure began to crest.

"Would you have let me do this then?" he teased against her lips, his voice a husky murmur as he delved deeper, his finger slipping inside her with ease. The sensation of her clenching around him spurred him on, his movements deliberate and slow, savoring the feel of her.

"Answer me, meri jaan," he demanded softly, even as he introduced another finger, setting a rhythm that had her writhing against him.

Her gasped "yes" was all the encouragement he needed, his fingers moving with increased vigor, driven by her desperate grinding against his palm.

Her moans filled the air, a soundtrack to their secluded encounter. "Did you think about us like that?" he whispered, his thumb joining the dance, pressing against her clit in a rhythm that mirrored the movement of his fingers. Her body's response was immediate, a heady mix of panting and whimpering as she pushed back against his hand, seeking more.

As Murtasim's lips left a trail of kisses along her neck, his teeth grazed her skin, biting down softly before demanding again, "Answer me, meri jaan."

Her breathless "yes" was all the confirmation he needed. His movements became more passionate, a relentless pursuit of her pleasure, his fingers curling within her igniting a fire that only seemed to grow with each whimper that spilled from her lips.

Her hands found their way to his broad shoulders, gripping tightly, her nails digging into his skin as waves of pleasure wracked her body. Her orgasm was a tempest, crashing over her with such intensity that her cries filled the air, her nails leaving trails on his back.

As the storm of her pleasure subsided, Murtasim was gentle yet insistent, guiding her face back to his, craving the taste of her lips once more. Their kiss was an inferno, fueled by the aftermath of her release, her tongue boldly claiming his mouth, exploring every contour with a passion that mirrored his own desire.

But it was the unexpected journey of her hand, trailing a path of fire down his chest and abdomen, that caught him off guard. The tracing of his muscles, an exploration so intimate, it was only when her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his trunks, encircling him with a touch both delicate and daring, that he fully grasped her intentions. His trunks, pushed down by her adventurous hand, left him exposed and achingly hard under the water.

"I dreamed of this too," he breathed against her lips, his voice a low murmur laden with desire. Her reaction, a mix of surprise and a quickly masked desire, only spurred him on.

As she resumed her strokes, now with a purpose, Murtasim was lost in the sensation, a groan of pure pleasure escaping him. His eyes fluttered shut momentarily, surrendering to the exquisite feel of her soft hand around him. Opening his eyes to the sight of her, lip caught between her teeth, he couldn't resist. Lunging forward, he captured her mouth with his, a kiss that was both a claim and a surrender. Her movements below the water bold and insistent, nothing like the Meerab who had first walked through the doors of the villa.

Murtasim's actions were both tender and deliberate. As he gently pulled away from their kiss, their breaths mingling in the charged air between them, he cradled Meerab's face with a hand that spoke of reverence. His thumb caressed her cheekbone, tracing lines of desire that mirrored the intensity in his gaze.

Meerab wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. The transition from the heated waters to the cool air of the poolside was seamless, as Murtasim lifted Meerab effortlessly, placing her on the edge with a grace that belied the burning desire within him. The straps of her swimsuit were down to her elbows, baring her to his hungry eyes—the fabric that once teased now surrendered, revealing her in all her glory.

The sight of her, with droplets of water adorning her skin like jewels and the sun casting a warm glow over her, was breathtaking. Meerab, in a moment of vulnerability, sought to cover herself, but Murtasim was swift to gently pull her hands away. His voice was a low murmur, a reminder of their intimacy, "It's just me, and you're absolutely gorgeous, meri jaan, not something to be hidden."

His kisses resumed, a trail of fire from her lips down her neck, pausing to savor the pulse beneath her skin before venturing further. As he worshipped her body, Murtasim's tongue painted paths of pleasure across her breasts, lavishing attention on each nipple until Meerab was arching towards him, her hands seeking support on the cool tiles behind her.

Lowering himself, Murtasim continued his exploration, his tongue tracing the delicate skin of her inner thighs. The contrast between the cool droplets and the warmth of his mouth was electric, drawing gasps and shivers from Meerab.

Murtasim was lost in the intoxication of Meerab's responses. Each sound she made, every gasp and moan, was a melody to his senses. His tongue journeyed along the length of her leg, a deliberate path from knee to the apex of her thighs, his movements causing Meerab to arch dramatically, supported by her elbows on the pool ledge.

Spurred by her unrestrained pleasure, Murtasim widened the distance between her knees, burying his face between her legs. The taste of her, mixed with the salt of the pool, was uniquely intoxicating. He reveled in the feeling of her writhing beneath him as he licked up her slit and flickered her clit. Over and over again. Lapping at her. Sucking on her clit. Fucking her with his tongue. Her moans crescendoed around his name, a plea and a declaration all in one.

As her climax approached, breaking like a wave upon the shore, Meerab's voice cracked the air, calling out his name, her pussy fluttering under the ministrations of his mouth, his tongue still gently lapping at her clit as her legs wrapped around his head, yet her hands trying to push him away.

He relented, moving back a little, gathering her close and pulling her back into the water, their bodies merging once more in the cool embrace. Her legs continued to tremble and placed his mouth over hers. Meerab parted her lips to allow his tongue access. She could likely taste herself on his tongue but rather than pushing him away, she daringly explored his mouth.

Murtasim growled deep in the back of his throat and wrapped his arms around her small waist, lifting her feet from the floor of the pool. Meerab's arms tightened around his neck as his hands trailed her hips and came to rest on the backs of her thighs, lifting them around his waist. He stepped forward with her until her back touched the wall of the pool again

Deepening the kiss, Murtasim gently raised her up and then slowly lowered her onto his cock. The moment they joined—his length filling her completely—was one of profound connection, their foreheads touching as Meerab gasped.

Slowly, Murtasim began to pull back an inch or two, before pushing back into her depths again, the sensation different in the water. She grinded into his every thrust, encouraging him to pick up his pace; pulling back further and pushing harder

Each retreat and advance was a stroke of passion, with Meerab encouraging him, her hips rising to meet his with every thrust. Their kisses became a lifeline, a necessary connection as the intensity of their movements grew. The sound of water lapping against the sides of the pool mingled with their gasps and moans, a symphony of desire that crescendoed around them.

Murtasim's voice was a low growl, filled with unbridled desire. "I am going to take you in that pool, just like this," he vowed, his movements becoming more zealous, more insistent. Meerab's response was a symphony of pleasure, her voice blending perfectly with the splash of water that echoed around them. "Murtasim," she gasped, her voice laced with need, a testament to the intensity of their union.

The rhythm of their bodies was relentless, the force of Murtasim's thrusts sending ripples through the water, spilling over the edges of the pool. "Should have done this then," he muttered, a note of regret and determination intermingling in his voice as he envisioned stripping her of that black suit she had worn, claiming her in a way that left no room for doubt, no space between them unexplored.

His declaration, a promise of raw, unfiltered passion, sent a shiver through Meerab. "I am going to peel that black suit off you in that pool and fuck you until all I can hear around us are your screams," he pledged, his pace relentless, each thrust a deeper claim. Her response was a mix of pleasure and desperation, her hands clawing at his back and shoulders, marking him.

Despite the pleasure, Murtasim knew the water dulled the intensity of their connection, the sensation of her warmth, her wetness enveloping him. Reluctantly, he ceased his movements, withdrawing from her with a groan of protest from them both. "Nooo," Meerab sobbed, reaching for him, her hands seeking to draw him back to her.

"Shhhhh, come here, meri jaan," Murtasim soothed, his voice a balm to her disappointment. With a powerful movement, he hoisted himself onto the edge of the pool, extending his hand to her.

As Murtasim's firm grip closed around Meerab's hand, he effortlessly pulled her from the cool embrace of the pool, their bodies slick and gleaming under the sun. Water cascaded from their skin, a tangible reminder of their heated moments in the water, as he gently yet decisively laid her down on the recliner by the pool. Without hesitation, he followed and positioned himself between her welcoming legs, his knees sinking into the soft cushioning of the recliner as he leaned in to capture her lips with his.

The moment he slid inside her again, a collective sigh escaped them. Meerab's legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, drawing him even closer, anchoring him to her. The connection was electric, her warmth enveloping him completely, a stark contrast to the diluted sensations the pool water had imposed. Every thrust brought them closer, each kiss a promise of endless passion.

"Harder," Meerab whispered, her voice a blend of plea and command that Murtasim was all too eager to obey. He intensified his pace, each movement more forceful than the last, their bodies moving in a rhythm dictated by primal need.

The sounds of the recliner's protest under the intensity of their movements melded with Meerab's moans and gasps, calling out Murtasim's name with a fervency that matched the rhythmic slapping of wet skin against skin. The air around them was charged with the electricity of their desire, every touch sparking more need, more urgency.

Murtasim's hand wandered to find her clit, his fingers expertly rubbing her, intensifying the pleasure to the point where Meerab had to break their kiss, her breath caught in gasps. The question in his eyes was met with a desperate nod from her, her entire body tensing as if on the brink of something monumental.

"Close?" His voice was a low murmur, laden with desire and anticipation.

Her response was a series of gasped repetitions of his name, a mantra of pleasure and desperation. She attempted to close her legs, an instinctive reaction to the overwhelming sensation, but Murtasim persisted, his fingers rubbing her clit and his cock moving inside her driving her towards a precipice she couldn't escape.

The moment of her release was loud, a sob of relief and ecstasy, her body clamping down on his cock in a vice-like grip that signaled her climax, her back arching, almost as if she was trying to push him off her. It was then that Murtasim, feeling her tremble and shudder around him, pulled out with a groan of his own need reaching its peak. He moved quickly, his hand working himself quickly until he reached his own climax, his release falling over her bare skin.

They both stayed there in the aftermath, breathing hard, the sounds of their labored breaths filling the air. The intensity of the moment left them both spent, a tangle of limbs on the recliner.

After the tempest of their desires calmed, Murtasim and Meerab found themselves enveloped in a serene silence, the kind that speaks volumes without uttering a single word. With tender care, Murtasim helped Meerab to her feet, his hands gently adjusting the straps of her bathing suit, covering her up again.

Meerab, with a bashful smile, whispered a need to run to the bathroom, her gait light as she hurried inside. Murtasim watched her go, a sense of awe mingling with his affection. In her absence, he picked up his swimming trunks which were floating in the water and slid them back on before stepping into the pool again.

When Meerab returned, there was a new lightness in her step, he held his hand out to her and helped her return to the pool, the cool embrace of the water a stark contrast to their heated bodies. They swam around each other, sometimes touching, sometimes just sharing the same space, their conversations meandering through nothing and everything all at once.

As the sun began its descent, casting golden hues over the water, they found themselves resting at the edge of the pool, legs in the water, hands entwined as they looked out at the savannah.

A decision formed in Murtasim's mind as they floated in the tranquil water, a secret he had kept too long. "Tomorrow is going to be our last day here," he finally revealed, the words breaking the peaceful silence that had enveloped them.

Meerab turned to him in surprise, her brow furrowing in confusion. "We still have three more days," she protested.

He could see the questions in her eyes, so he turned to face her fully, cradling her face gently in his hands. As he brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, he felt the weight of his next words. "You did all of this for me," he acknowledged softly, a depth of gratitude in his voice.

"I love it here too," she responded.

"I know," he smiled warmly, his thumb caressing her cheek. "But I know you, and this wouldn't have been your first choice. You'd have picked a bustling European city, full of history and shops."

Her sheepish smile confirmed his suspicions. He took a moment to admire the way her eyes lit up, reflecting the setting sun's golden hue. "While we can't make it to Europe this trip, we're not far from Cape Town. So, I've planned a little stay there for us. Two days and nights of exploring and shopping," he revealed, the corners of his eyes crinkling with his smile.

"You didn't have to do -" she began, but he cut her off.

"I did, or I'd never hear the end of how stingy I am for not taking my wife shopping," he teased, a playful glint in his eye.

Her giggle rang clear, pure joy radiating from her.

"Is that okay?" he asked, though the gleam in her eyes was answer enough.

"It's perfect, thank you," she beamed, her grin so wide it seemed to compete with the horizon for breadth.

Leaning forward, Murtasim pressed a gentle kiss to her nose. "Anything for my wife," he murmured.

Meerab reached out, her hands framing his face, her touch as tender as the evening breeze as she leaned in. "I love you, Murtasim," she whispered, her lips brushing against his in a featherlight kiss.

"I love you too," he whispered back, a surge of warmth filling his chest.

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A/N: We're off to Cape Town next so Murtasim can spoil his wife, hehehe. What was your favourite part of this chapter? What will you miss the most about their honeymoon?!