Malhotra House

Manvi's POV

It has been a whole day that Khushi and Aarav haven't returned home. I thought "dono bhi na.. Naraz hoke baithe hai na phone utha rahe na wapas aa rahe"

I descended downstairs and was calling Aarav but he wasn't answering my call. "Itni baar sorry bola phir bhi nahi maan raha huh.. Chota hai toh apni manmaani karega?" I just sighed as both father and daughter annoy me so much.

Virat noticed me and smiled "Aarav ko phone kar rahi ho?" he asked.

I nodded in yes, Virat said "nahi uthayega phone.. Ziddi hai"

"Ji.. itna ki honeymoon chodke aa gaya aur Khushi bhi uske peeche peeche gayi" I said in disappointment.

"Main idea de sakta hun dono ko ghar pe bulane ka" Virat insisted.

I looked at him with hope, Virat shared his idea and I was thrilled hearing it. Those two devils will return home after this for sure.

"But usse pehle tumhe batana hoga hua kya tha?" Virat asked.

I sighed and looked on at him. Virat assured me "dekho Aarav ki side toh hamesha se uski bhabhi rahegi aur tumhari side bhi toh koi hona chahiye na? So tum mujhe bata sakti ho.. Main kuch nahi kahunga"

I smiled at him and remembered....

Flashback

3 days Earlier

That night, Aarav returned from the club. I shouldn't tell him that I followed him and witnessed everything he would get mad at me for doubting again.

He gave me a box, I opened it and was left surprised. It was a globe-shaped souvenir with our identical statues dancing around. I was just left mesmerized seeing it, I glanced at him with love.

He said "our love is beyond the world isliye hum dono apni duniya mein khush hai..."

He then pressed the button and like magic, our dancing idol disappeared and another one appeared with Khushi.

"Aur.. Khushi ke bina ye pyaar adhura hai.. Wo nahi hoti toh hum ek nahi ho paate kyuki usne sabse zyada humhare pyaar ko samjha hai" he spoke.

Tears brimmed down my eyes, I was in deep guilt for doubting him and promised myself never to repeat such a mistake again.

I hugged him tightly, he was left surprised by my sudden act. He caressed my hair and asked "Ab rone mat lag jaana.. Ye toh muskurane ke liye laaya tha main"

I smiled lightly and parted the hug. "Bahut pyaar karte ho na mujhse?" I asked.

"Koi doubt hai tumhe?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.

I denied, he kept his hand around my waist and a shiver passed down my spine. He then whispered in my ears "hoga bhi toh aajke baad sab door ho jayega"

He went to the wardrobe and pulled out a dress. I eyed him and asked "When did you buy this?"

"Meri biwi kuch zyada hi hott lag rahi thi jab hum train se aaye they.. Toh socha uske liye aur zyada hot dress le leta hun.." He said, biting his own lower lip with his teeth.

"Besharam ho toh tum pure.." I snatched the dress from his hand.

"Ab tumhare saath besharami nahi karungi toh kya padosi ke saath karunga?" he asked.

I hit hard on his chest hearing this.. "Sochna bhi mat.." I said

He smiled and said "aaye haaye ye jalan..."

I smiled shyly and moved into the bathroom to change. His words just make me forget everything, he loves only me. Of Course, he does, why would he then marry someone who is 18 years older? I am special to him, I changed. It was completely backless, I had never worn such dresses before.

I stepped out of the bathroom but he wasn't there. I sighed.. "Kaha gaya mujhe ye pehenake.."

There was a note placed with a red rose. I read it "wear my jacket, sit inside the cab no. XY 756 without any questions"

I wore his black leather jacket covering myself and moved downstairs. I exited the hotel and the cab was waiting for me. I sat inside and the cab moved, after 25 minutes of the journey the cab stopped at a place. I got down and started walking, I was just left amazed.

It was a private yacht, the attended said "mam please go straight inside, sir is waiting for you"

I moved and entered the yacht, as soon as I entered the yacht left the dock. My eyes were only looking for Aarav who had organised a pleasant surprise for me, this was beyond my expectation.

Then, I saw him commencing behind the black windows of the yacht room. My eyes popped out seeing him, he was shirtless and in white shorts up to his knees. He forwarded his hand with a romantic smile on his face.

Ghosh, he never looked so hot. I moved to him and kept my hand on his.

He took me inside the yacht which was not a place other than heaven. There was an entrance with a sofa on the left corner, and a television screen on the right. And a small door to the bedroom afterwards.

I questioned him "itna sab karne ki kya zaroorat thi? Paise.."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath "maine kya bola tha.. Aaj wahi hoga jo main chahta hun samjhi.. Honeymoon pe aaye hai na hum manta hun tumhara dusra honeymoon hai par mera toh pehla hai na and I want it to be my way samjhi!" he scolded me, leaving me completely silent.

I made an innocent face "haa toh daant kyun rahe ho.. Pyaar se bhi yeh baat bol sakte they"

"Tumhe samajh bhi toh nahi aata hai na pyaar se" he said, keeping his hands on my shoulder and removing the jacket.

"Kaun kehta ladkiyan 40s ke baad khubsurat nahi lagti.. Meri biwi toh ek dum pataka lagti hai" he said, narrowings his eyes and praised me.

I just ended up smiling wider, his habit of flirting is just unique.

I turned and he placed his hand on my back, moving them down to my waist. I closed my eyes, he lifted me up into his arms and took me inside the room of the yacht.

It was a small bedroom, perfect for a queen size bed to fit in with curtains hanging on each side. A perfect suite for a honeymoon to be precise.

In the middle of the ocean, a cold breeze made the mood even more romantic than ever.

He placed me on the bed and began to kiss my lips. I responded back in the same manner and it turned out to be a wild kiss.

He bit my lower lip to which I moaned and he got a chance to enter my mouth, he started to explore it. I had enough of his torture, I fought with my tongue to rule for dominance. He smiled under the kiss and I gave him a victory look.

We parted when we were out of breath. He said "yahan bhi.. Mujhse jeetna chahti ho.. Not bad MD sahiba maanti ho na tum despo ho mere liye"

"Haa baba maanti hun.." I replied impatiently.

He then started to plant open mouth kisses to my neck and jawline, I closed my eyes to feel every touch of his. He was young, definitely had more power and stamina than me.

He looked up at me and said "ab ye mat sochna hamara age difference ki wajah se hamari romantic life mein effect padega samjhi!"

I smiled, he read my mind. I asked "tum mera mind kaise padh lete ho?"

"Kyuki main tumse zyada samajhdar hun.." He replied, I frowned.

He moved his hand behind my back and opened the knot of the dress thus exposing my upper body. He began his teasing torture and I felt the every moment.

I had enough of his torture and turned him around. He smirked.. "Lagta hai aaj meri ijzat jaane waali hai"

"Bilkul.. Biwi hun tumhari haq hai mera" I replied with a smile.

I exploited his chest with my hands and kissed. He turned me back on the bed and sat on the position. He glanced at me, I nodded. He entered inside me slowly. He then slammed the deepest point of mine. I closed my eyes as for a moment, he calmed me down by kissing and relaxing my body with his hands moving around.

After reaching the climax, he laid down beside me and we breathed heavily. "Main kya kah raha tha.. Hum na ek ghar le lete hai yahan pe jab mann kare honeymoon ke liye aa sakte hai" he said naughtily.

I kept my hands on his chest and looked at him "shut up! Ab honeymoon ke baad tum job dundhoge.. Samjhe mujhe nikamma pati nahi chahiye" I said in a strict tone.

He frowned "ajeeb ho yaar tum! Itna romantic mausam hai, samundar ke beech mein maine tumhe jannat dikhayi pati ki tareef karne ki bajaye orders de rahi ho.. How mean" he said in a dramatic way.

He looked cute in every way. I kept my head on his chest and he wrapped his hands around me "ye toh best moment hai meri life ka.."

He kissed my head and we slept peacefully in each other embrace. It was the most romantic and passionate night that I never thought  I will be able to have in my middle age. 

To be continued....