Warning:  There is mature content ahead, I wasn't planning to write this (because many accounts have been previously taken down because of graphic mature scenes but I have discussed it now with one of the ambassadors and they assured me it's fine as long as I put the warning)

Still a request please don't read further if you get triggered by mature scenes. And this isn't graphic.

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The night was young, as the lamps flickered, there was a storm outside. It was raining, and the window was wide open making the curtains fly. Due to the melancholy in their hearts, the two people didn't notice the water flooding their room.

"Mai haar gaya hu Mahjabeen, mujhe humesha ye galatfehmi thi ke iss khandan ka bojh me utha raha tha, Murtasim Khan hu apne ghar waalon ke liye kuch bhi karaskta hu. Magar aaj pehli baar itni bebassi ka saamna karna padha, apne khaandan ki izzat ke liye maine apni behen kurbaan kardi", he poured his heart out, the pressure on his head was suffocating him.

"Murtasim, ye Maryam ki kismat thi. Aapko pata hai, jodey aasman par ban tey hai. Isme agar aap dakhal andaazi karte toh bhi kuch nahi hota, kyuki ye rab ka faisla tha", she explained as she kissed his forehead, the way she ruffled his hair and held him made him feel special.

Murtasim gazed at her with tear-filled eyes, finding solace in her words. Taking her hand in his, he entwined their fingers and rested his head upon it. Tears streamed down his face as he sat before the woman who possessed him in every way. In her presence, he felt like his true self, even in his moments of vulnerability. He knew that her love and trust would never waver, and she would never perceive him as weak. Instead, she sought to mend his broken heart.

As his hands trembled, she tightened her grip, offering him support. For the first time, he felt the weight he carried on his shoulders being distributed between them. A surge of positive energy flowed through their joined hands.

They heard the lightning strike outside, but their eyes didn't steer away from each other. Dark brown eyes filled with vulnerability reflected in the warm  brown ones, both had the same colour but different shades. Mahjabeen kissed his tears away, her feathery kisses igniting his skin. He felt his hands tremble as his self control slipped away.

Her pouty pink lips, touched his and that's when he gave in. His resolve slipping away as the cold air enveloped them, the sound of thunder and windows creaking was least of their concerns.

Their lips touched and this time, Murtasim pulled her to his chest. She was sitting on his lap, as he kissed her his hands caressing her soft cheeks. His other armed pulled her closer so her body was embracing his, his hand lingered on her back and slid down as he ignited her body.

A minute passed and the two pulled away, their foreheads touching as they heavily breathed. Mahjabeen's hands explored his body, as she compared the hardness of his muscles to her softeness.

"Maho", he whispered her name sweetly making her blush. In the moment of passion, he closed his eyes, he didn't want her to see the lust in them. "Tum mujhe deewana banadogi"

Mahjabeen blinked his sentence bringing her out of the spell, "Aapko sachme jaadu aata hai", she whispered the goosebumps were burning her, the urge to kiss him was all she desired at this moment.

"Matlab?" He asked now opening his eyes, she went closer to him wrapping her arms across his neck as she told him the state of her mind. "Aapki aankhon me kho jati hu, man karta hai waha humesha ke liye bas jau. Jab aap haath pakadte hai, mai apna khud par se kaabu kho deti hu", she confessed her cheeks flushing, Mahjabeen wondered if the sparks she felt were normal.

Murtasim removed her arm from around his  neck and without breaking eye contact entwined their finger, kissing it. She felt her fingers tingle, as he whispered "Aise?"

He was teasing her, testing her limits but his bold wife didn't shy away. Instead she leaned in closer, the innocence in her eyes was driving him crazy.

"Mahjabeen please, mai khud par se kaabu kho dunga", He pleaded as she kissed his cheek, his wife was playing with fire.

"Wahi mera maqsad hai", Mahjabeen replied as she continued tormenting him by kissing his neck. "Aap mere shohar hain, ye mera haq hai", she teased twisting the sentence she had heard people saying, he chuckled and then softly pushed her to the bed.

His body hovering above hers as he waited for any signs of reluctance from her side, their eyes met and she nodded giving her consent.

His body slid down and landed on top of her, his face close to hers as he gently nuzzled her neck, his warm breath fanning her flames. Her head turned to the side as his sharp jaw ticked, his beard scratchy against her skin, she traced the line of his jaw with her fingertip, feeling the stubble of his five o'clock shadow.His lips parted hers and his tongue swept hers as his body continued to explore her. He was hard against her body, she felt the warmth of his body seeping between her thighs, pooling between her legs. She placed his hands on her belly as she caressed his muscles under his shirt. The two parted slowly undressing, their clothes laying on the wet floor as their hands continued to explore each other's bodies.

His body was firm against hers, his muscles strong, his kisses hot, his mouth hungry. The two slowly lost themselves in their passion when the night was still young.

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leaving rest to your imagination...