Murtasim, a man of great wealth and power, opened his eyes slowly. The first thing he saw was the intricate pattern of the ceiling in his opulent bedroom. It was a beautiful sight, but he had seen it countless times before. Today, however, there was an air of anticipation that hung heavy in the air. He sat up in bed and stretched, feeling the softness of the sheets and the luxuriousness of the mattress beneath him. He glanced over at his wife, Meerab, still sleeping peacefully beside him. She looked so innocent and angelic when she was asleep, her long brown hair spread out across the pillow like a waterfall.
As he lay there, he couldn't help but reflect on the events of the past year. They had been married for a whole year now, and it had been the most wonderful, fulfilling year of his life. He thought back to their wedding day, the extravagant party they had thrown, the endless stream of well-wishers and admirers. It had been a day he would never forget. And now, here they were, about to celebrate their first wedding anniversary. He couldn't wait to see what surprises Meerab had in store for him today.
As if reading his mind, Meerab stirred in her sleep and let out a contented sigh. Murtasim smiled to himself, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. He leaned over and gently kissed her forehead before getting out of bed. He dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark trousers, making sure to polish his shoes to a high shine. He wanted to look his best for his wife today, as he knew she would be wearing something equally stunning.
Finally, he made his way downstairs to the opulent sitting room where a lavish breakfast had been laid out on a beautifully decorated table. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm croissants filled the air, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within him. He knew that whatever Meerab had planned for their special day, it was going to be amazing.
As he poured himself a cup of coffee, he glanced around the room, taking in the ornate furniture, the priceless artwork hanging on the walls, and the stunning view of the garden outside. The sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow over everything. Suddenly, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and his heart skipped a beat.
Meerab entered the room, looking more beautiful than ever in a stunning blue 3 piece shalwar kameez that accentuated her curves and highlighted her honey brown eyes. Her long Wavey hair were open, and she was wearing a bright smile. "Good morning, my love," she said sweetly, walking up to him and planting a kiss on his cheek. "Happy anniversary."
Murtasim was taken aback by her appearance. He couldn't take his eyes off her. "You look absolutely breathtaking," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for making this day so special." He leaned in to kiss her, but she gently pushed him away, giggling.
"Oh, no," she said, "not yet." She pointed towards the door. "Your meeting awaits."
Murtasim groaned, remembering the call he had received earlier from his office. There was some sort of emergency meeting that he had to attend. He didn't want to leave Meerab, but he knew he couldn't ignore the situation. Reluctantly, he made his way to the door, trying to hide his disappointment. "I'll make it up to you later, I promise," he said, giving her one last longing look.
"I'm sure you will," she replied, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Just be sure to hurry back, because I've got something special planned for tonight." With that, she waved him off, and Murtasim left the house, feeling a mixture of anticipation and regret.
As he drove to the meeting, his mind kept returning to Meerab and their anniversary. He wondered what she could possibly have in store for him tonight. It was going to be a long day, but he couldn't wait to find out.
The meeting dragged on, with various employees briefing him on the situation and presenting potential solutions. Murtasim tried to focus on the task at hand, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Meerab. He couldn't wait to see her again and find out what she had planned for them.
It was evening and finally, the meeting came to an end, and he hurried back home, his heart racing with anticipation. As he pulled into the driveway, he could see the flickering lights of hundreds of candles dancing in the garden. The air was filled with the scent of roses and the sound of soft music drifting through the air. His breath caught in his throat as he realized that Meerab had transformed the garden into a romantic paradise.
He hurried inside, finding Meerab waiting for him at a table set for two, with a glowing candelabrum in the center. She was wearing a stunning red dress that hugged her curves, her hair loose and flowing down her back. "Welcome home, my love," she said with a warm smile, offering him her hand. "I hope you enjoy your evening."
He took her hand and felt a shiver of excitement run through him. "It's... it's beautiful, Meerab. You've outdone yourself." He sat down across from her and surveyed the sumptuous feast that had been prepared. There was a variety of exquisite dishes, all served on fine china . The candlelight flickered over the food, creating a romantic ambiance.
As they ate, they talked and laughed, sharing stories about their past year together. Murtasim felt a deep sense of gratitude for Meerab and the life they had built together. She had taken his breath away when he first saw her, and she continued to do so every day since. He knew that this was the life he wanted to spend with her, and he was determined to make her happy for as long as she would have him.
After dinner, they strolled through the garden, enjoying the warm summer night. Meerab led him to a small gazebo, where she had prepared a special surprise. A projector screen had been set up, and as she pressed a button, a slideshow began to play. It was a collection of photos and videos from their wedding day, their honeymoon, and all of their special moments together since then. As they watched, tears filled Murtasim's eyes, and he felt an overwhelming love for his wife.
When the slideshow ended, Meerab turned to him, her eyes shining with tears. "Happy anniversary, my love," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love you more than anything in this world, and I am so grateful to have you by my side. I hope our next year together is even more wonderful than this one."
Murtasim couldn't speak, so he simply took her hand and kissed it, feeling a deep sense of love and appreciation for this remarkable woman who had become his wife. As they stood there together, under the stars, they knew that they had found something truly special in each other, and they vowed to cherish it for the rest of their lives.
The rest of the evening was spent in quiet conversation and intimacy, as they strolled through the garden, reliving their favorite memories and making new ones. The air was warm and humid, and the scent of the flowers mingled with the sweetness of their shared breath. They laughed, they cried, they argued, they made love. It was a perfect night, filled with the promise of a bright future together.
As the hours passed, they slowly made their way back inside, their steps growing more weary as the weight of the day finally caught up with them. But even as exhaustion threatened to overtake them, they clung to each other, reluctant to let go of this perfect moment. Finally, they climbed the stairs, hand in hand, and collapsed onto their bed, their bodies intertwined, their hearts and souls finally at rest.
They drifted off to sleep, knowing that tomorrow would bring new challenges and responsibilities, but for now, they were content to bask in the glow of their love and the memories of this truly unforgettable anniversary. As they slept, the candles flickered and danced, their gentle light casting a warm glow across the room, a testament to the enduring flame of their love.
