“You own a private jet?” Miraya asked her husband while staring at the jet in front of her as they stood at the runway of Awadh's  international airport.

“Why do you look so surprised?” He chuckled.

“But you won't have permission to fly it internationally,” Miraya pointed out. It was hard for her to believe that her husband was way richer than she had thought he would be.

“Why do you keep forgetting that I've made a fortune from short selling? And I do have permission to fly it internationally.”

Miraya looked at him suspiciously.

Shashank huffed, “Why are you giving me that look? Let's go,” He took a hold of her wrist and together they boarded the flight.

A female flight attendant greeted them. She introduced herself as Kavya and was going to look after their needs for the six hours long flight to Turkey.

“Let's head to the bedroom,” Shashank whispered to Miraya, who looked at him quite surprised.

“There's a bedroom too?” She whispered back.

Shashank shook his head and put his hand on the small of her back, guiding her to the bedroom.

Miraya had expected the bedroom to be plain white, something similar to hospital wards. But she was terribly wrong. The room was quite decent. It wasn't luxurious, but it was cozy and looked much better than the picture in Miraya's head.

She entered the room through the narrow entrance. On her right side, there was a bed with a cute, little bookshelf on the headrest. The headrest was actually attached to the same wall as the one with entrance. On her left side, there were two windows, the usual windows aeroplanes have. And beneath those windows there was a console table and next to that there was a cupboard.

Shashank closed the door and pushed Miraya on the bed.

“Shashank! We just boarded the jet!” She whisper yelled at him.

He removed his coat and threw it on the console table before lowering down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. His hand went down and slid inside her white sundress. His fingers traced their paths up to her thighs and were about to slid inside her panties when someone knocked the door.

Shashank unwillingly ended the kiss and pulled his hand out from between her thighs. With a sour mood, he opened the door while Miraya quickly corrected her appearance. It was the flight attendant standing outside with drinks.

“Sir, here's the refreshment drinks.”

Shashank took the tray of drinks from her and put it on the console table.

“Do you need something else, sir?”

“No, but we'll call you if we need anything,” He replied politely and closed the door.

Miraya was sipping the orange juice. He sat down beside her and picked his drink. He took not more than ten seconds to finish his drink and put the glass back to the table. He was waiting for Miraya to finish her drink so they could continue making out but Miraya was intentionally taking longer than usual. So he took the glass from her hand and finished her drink before putting the glass down.

Miraya frowned at him, “That was my drink.”

“Miraya, I'm getting impatient. Let's do it again,” Saying so he leaned in to kiss her but Miraya moved away and pulled out a book from the bookshelf. She began pretending to read the book while Shashank kept staring her in annoyance.

He removed his shoes and took off his belt before lying down on the bed, facing the wall. Miraya chuckled at his attempt to act angry. She put the book back in the bookshelf and laid down beside him. Her hands snaked around his torso and she began peppering kisses on the side of his neck.

“Shashank, look at me,” She cupped his face and tried to turn around his face but he resisted.

“Shashu, baby, are you angry with me?” She mumbled against his neck.

He didn't reply to her and tightly shut his eyes.

“Shashank, look at me.”

He remained silent. Miraya was left with only one option. She began tickling him. And he cracked into fits of laughter.

“Miraya, don't!” He protested amidst his laughter.

Miraya didn't stop. She kept tickling him. So he grabbed her wrists and held her hands over her head with one hand while the other began tickling her stomach.

As Shashank tickled Miraya, she squirmed and giggled uncontrollably. "Shashank, stop it!" she managed to say between bursts of laughter.

He grinned mischievously, enjoying the playful moment. "Are you going to behave now?" he teased, still holding her wrists gently.

Miraya nodded, trying to catch her breath. "Yes, yes, I'll behave," she gasped out, still laughing.

Shashank finally stopped tickling her and released her hands. They both lay there, catching their breath and smiling at each other.

"I love you," Miraya said with a playful glint in her eyes.

"I love you too," Shashank replied, pulling her closer for a tender kiss.

They spent the rest of the flight cuddled up together, enjoying each other's company, and looking forward to their time in Turkey.

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The plane touched down at Istanbul Airport, and Shashank and Miraya stepped onto Turkish soil, greeted by the warm breeze of a foreign land. As they made their way through the bustling airport, Miraya's eyes sparkled with excitement, taking in the new sights and sounds.

Exiting the airport, they were met by their chauffeur, who led them to a luxurious car waiting to take them to their hotel. The drive through Istanbul was a sensory overload, with the mix of ancient and modern architecture, vibrant markets, and the constant hum of city life.

Finally, they arrived at their hotel, a stunning five-star establishment overlooking the Bosphorus. The grand entrance, adorned with intricate Ottoman designs, took their breath away. As they stepped inside, they were greeted with warm hospitality and a refreshing welcome drink.

Their suite was elegantly decorated, with a panoramic view of the sparkling waters of the Bosphorus. Miraya couldn't contain her excitement as she explored the room, admiring the lavish furnishings and the cozy ambiance.

Shashank smiled, watching her enthusiasm. "Do you like it?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"It's perfect," Miraya beamed, turning to hug him.

“Umm... how about we relax a bit in the bathtub?” He suggested with a smirk, while tracing her curves with his hands. Miraya nodded.

The bathroom was elegantly designed, with marble tiles, soft ambient lighting, and a large window offering a glimpse of the city skyline illuminated by night.

As they filled the bathtub with warm, fragrant water, Miraya poured in some bath salts, creating a soothing aroma that filled the air. They both undressed and stepped into the tub, sinking into the warm embrace of the water.

Miraya leaned back against the edge of the tub, closing her eyes and letting out a content sigh. "This feels heavenly," she murmured, her shoulders relaxing as the warm water eased away the tension from her muscles.

Shashank sat beside her, his arm around her shoulders, gently massaging her neck. "You deserve this," he said softly, pressing a kiss to her neck.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, simply enjoying each other's company and the serene ambiance of the bathroom. The soft glow of candlelight added a romantic touch to the scene, casting flickering shadows on the walls.

Miraya reached for a loofah and some scented bath gel, starting to lather up a rich foam. She playfully scooped up some bubbles and blew them towards Shashank, making him chuckle.

"You're adorable," he teased, splashing a bit of water in her direction.

Miraya laughed, the sound echoing in the bathroom. They moved closer and began kissing each other passionately. Her hands began tracing his muscular back and he rested his palms against her waist. Their chests pressed against each other.

Soon the kissing session changed into sex. They made love in the bathtub and then under the shower. He touched and kissed her everywhere. Her chest and thighs were filled with his love bites when they retired to the bed.

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The next day, Shashank and Miraya embarked on a tour of Istanbul's iconic tourist attractions.

Their first stop was the Hagia Sophia, a magnificent structure that had witnessed centuries of history. As they stood in awe of the grand dome and intricate mosaics, Miraya couldn't help but imagine the bustling Byzantine Empire that once thrived within these walls.

"Can you believe this used to be a church, then a mosque, and now a museum?" Miraya whispered to Shashank, marveling at the building's transformation over time.

Shashank nodded, his eyes scanning the historical artifacts and stunning architecture. "It's incredible how cultures and religions have left their mark on this place."

Next, they visited the Blue Mosque, with its striking blue tiles and six minarets reaching towards the sky. Inside, they marveled at the vast prayer hall and intricate decorations.

"Imagine praying here with hundreds of others," Shashank whispered to Miraya, a sense of reverence in his voice.

They spent a leisurely afternoon wandering through the Grand Bazaar, getting lost in the maze of colorful stalls selling everything from spices to carpets. Miraya couldn't resist trying on traditional Turkish hats and they also tried the famous Turkish delicacy Doner Kebab.

"Maybe we should buy a magic carpet and fly back home," Miraya joked, admiring the intricate designs of the carpets.

Shashank chuckled, taking her hand. "I think our private jet is faster, don't you think?"

Their final stop was the Topkapi Palace, once the opulent residence of Ottoman sultans. They explored the palace's lavish rooms, lush gardens, and the famous Harem section, where intrigue and romance once flourished.

"I could get used to living like a sultan," Miraya teased, pretending to recline on a golden divan.

Shashank grinned, pulling her into a playful embrace. "As long as you're my sultana, I'm happy anywhere."

As the day drew to a close, they watched the sunset over the Bosphorus, the sky painted in hues of orange and pink. Hand in hand, they reflected on the day's adventures, filled with laughter, history, and a deepening bond of love.

"Here's to many more adventures together," Shashank said, raising an imaginary toast.

"Cheers to us," Miraya replied, leaning in for a sweet kiss as they watched the city lights twinkle beneath the evening sky.

As promised, that night, Shashank tore her lingerie while making out on the bed. They moved rhythmically against each other and came together. Shashank laid down on her chest, resting his head against her left breast, his favorite pillow. Miraya didn't complain. She was getting used to his heavy and exhausted body sleeping on her chest almost every night.

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