The fashion show is going awesome than I thought. For two weeks everyone has been working hard for it. We were able to find a designer with help of Maria's husband. The designer is her cousin's friend, Maya. Each model flaunts their outfits as the camera clicked their pictures. Everyone looks happy. The hall is filled with cheers as the models walk, a smile settled on my lips when I catch Neil giving the models thumbs up. He may be bossy but his gestures encourage his employees, all people ask for is support and appreciation besides money for their hard work.

I feel a little lonely here because none of my friends came. It was a fashion show so people from financial management had no business here. I came here because Neil wanted me to and he actually left me alone from the time the fashion show started. He is busy with his business partners and all. I am just enjoying the show as I sit on one of the tables.

Before the fashion show began Neil introduced me to all of his business partners. I can't miss the proudness in his tone whenever he introduces me as his wife, I make a mental note to introduce him this way to someone who I know and he doesn't. Just to make him feel happy the way I feel when he introduces me.

I can feel his gaze on me as I sip on the drink. I tilt to look at him sure enough he is watching me. He mouths me 'Sorry' before shifting his attention to the person he is taking, I shake my head with a smile.

Abruptly I see Mr. Pandit approaching me, we have some things to settle. Keeping my glass aside I stand in front of him, his lips lift in a smirk as he watches me.

I roll my eyes, "Do you know anything else to do? Besides rolling eyes?"

He actually chuckled, "I do know many things." His smirk deepens so you can comprehend what things he knows.

"Not so impressed answer." I cross my arms on my chest.

"I guess, I could impress you with moves then?" He arches an eyebrow as he smirks again. I can't help but compare how hot Neil looks with his smirk and he looks so dirty.

I let out a slow laugh as I take my step closer to him, he looks amazed when I stand close to him.

"Would you mind seeing my moves?" I ask in a hushed tone.

"You know the answer." His eyes examine my face as he puts a hair string behind my ear.

"Here you go then." I smile positioning my hands on his shoulders and taking a step I kick him hard on the stomach, guess my heel was powerful enough because the strong muscular man falls on the floor and hisses in pain.

I grab a drink quickly, "Oh my, are you hurt?" I look at him with a smirk as I pour the drink on his pant in the process of trying to help him get up.

"Sorry about the drink." I look at him with an apologetic look knowing well I have an audience watching me. His smirk-full face turns to pain-full as he presses his palm on his stomach.

"How dare you?" He scowled at me clenching his jaws. I hate it when someone raises a voice on me when I'm not at mistake.

"I'm polite, very polite, don't force me to lose my patience and act violently." I glare at him fisting my hands to control myself.

"Please sit down, you are hurt." I look at him concerned as people start to join us. I press my heel on his foot as I help him sit on the chair. How I wish we were alone.

"Avni." Neil grabs my arm, "You alright?" His eyes roam all over my face. I nod with a smile.

"I was just helping Mr. Pandit." I turn to look at him who is glaring at me. Neil slides his hand into mine and intertwines our fingers transmitting sparks all over my body.

"You all may enjoy yourselves." Neil looks at everyone dismissing them. People get busy with themselves as the hall again fills with chatter.

"It's a pleasure to meet you again, Mr. Khanna." Mr. Pandit stood up, I suppress my laugh seeing his state.

"Cannot say the same." Neil gave a boring look. "I hope you enjoyed the show, it's sad VRP Company couldn't take part in this fashion show."

"Doesn't matter, we will get other opportunities." He shrugs trying to show he isn't affected.

"Right. Had you been professional that day and we would have been celebrating the success together." Neil runs a hand through his hair showing off his personality. He looks so hot in black. The suit hugged his muscles perfectly.

When Mr. Pandit doesn't say anything Neil proceeds, "You would have come as head but uh, unlucky you came as a guest."

"It's all worth it." He chuckled looking at me up and down. I shift uncomfortably on my foot, I'm dressed in a red wine halter neck, cold shoulder knee-length outfit.

I flinch when Neil throws his fist across his jaw making him hiss. To not gain an audience he drags Mr. Pandit outside from the backdoor. Putting some sense in me I half run behind them.

When I reach there, in the parking lot I find Neil throwing him on the ground and kicking his stomach. Mr. Pandit looks ruined as Neil takes all the control.

Blood runs down his nose and jaw, Neil grabs him by the collar and knocked his head on the wall, oh god! I need to stop before this gets out of hand.

Quickly texting DD to come here, I walk towards them. "How dare you make her feel uncomfortable?"

I almost find myself smiling at his question. "Neil, stop!" I keep my hand on his shoulder.

"She is my wife!" He yelled at him shaking him completely. Is he being possessive?

"Neil, you need to get a grip, I'm fine." I nearly shout at him.

He turns to look at me that's when I notice Mr. Pandit has given him a tough fight. His lower lip is bleeding, there are scratches on his forehead and a small cut from where blood drips.

He shakes his head then turns around and punches his stomach. I frown at his behavior, "You fucking eyed her beauty with your dirty eyes!"

"Bhabi!" I spin and sigh in relief when I see DD approaching us.

"Take Mr. Pandit away!"

He nods and walks towards them. I hold Neil by shoulders as DD takes Mr. Pandit away and helps him to his car. I incline to look at DD giving me thumbs up as he drives Mr. Pandit home. There are so many jerks like him that doesn't mean I will take his life away for eyeing me but for sure he has learned a lesson.

I am unexpectedly yanked by Neil and sandwiched between him and the wall. I feel the heat radiating from his body as my heart thumps hard against my chest. His eyes stare into mine, they are so intense.

He parts his lips then licks the blood from his lower lip, I suddenly feel so desirable. I breathe through my mouth as he leans in and presses his lips on my forehead. My eyes are heavy as I melt into his touch. His lips linger on my forehead as he keeps his left hand on my side and the right one on my cheek.

"I don't know if you look beautiful on this dress or the dress looks beautiful on you." He moves a little back to stare into my eyes, I lower my gaze as my cheeks feel hot. "But I do know you look damn beautiful." He stroked my cheek with his thumb making fireworks exploit in my tummy.

"Why so beautiful?" He murmured as he bowed in and kissed my cheek.

"N-Neil." I choke out as he kisses my other cheek.

His eyes meet mine, they are a bit hazy and darker. I reach out and keep my hands on his cheeks, getting on my toes I kiss his forehead. He winces a little as I touch his cut, reaching out into his pockets I grab his handkerchief. He bows his head a little for me to tie it around his forehead to avoid the bleeding. It's not a huge cut but blood is precious.

I caress his sweaty face with my thumbs, "Why so angry?"

"Words could also kill him. The small fight was reasonable, now you hurt yourself which indirectly hurts me, husband." I search for his eyes.

He sighs deeply before tugging me into a tight hug, I encircle my arms around him finding my solace in his warmth. I feel him pulling me closer to him, my cheek pressed against his chest.

"What's wrong?" I whisper as I clasp on his coat.

"I--" He pulls out, shaking his head he runs a hand through his hair.

"You?" I ask looking at him confused.

"I am bleeding." He touches his lower lip, "Yeah, I'm bleeding." He nods slowly.

"You are not, blood is dried." I eye his lips.

Dear husband, I'm aware of your intentions. He is making it hard for me for the last two weeks. Why does he have to think about making me feel comfortable? Can't he just already kiss me?

I reach out and clean the blood from the corner of his lips, my thumb runs over his lower lip as I feel the dried blood. His lips quiver as he presses them in a straight line.

Before I know he is leaning in, as much as I want to feel him I want him to endure for being so unnoticeable of my comfortableness with him. Just when his lips are about to graze mine I move my head to the side and lean in to hug him. In the process, the corner of my lips wiped against his then my lips touch his neck and I quickly plant a kiss to shrug the need to kiss him.

His lips tinge on my bare shoulder as he takes a sharp breath. Then he sighs, frustrated. Serves him right!

"Controlling has limits, wife. You shouldn't tease me when you can't take result." He mumbled tightening his arms around me, the moment of his lips against my bare shoulder derives needs in me.

"Exactly!" I whisper, "As if you don't tease me by sleeping shirtless, by wantedly letting ice cream linger on your lips, by your unexpected winks and kisses."

"I'm impressed you notice all of that." His chest vibrates as he chuckles. I roll my eyes as I pull out of the hug.

"We are going on honeymoon tomorrow." He puts a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Let's see." I raise an eyebrow. We were supposed to leave last week but due to the fashion show and all we couldn't. 2 months and a week for our marriage and we couldn't make it.

"I'm sorry." He looked guilty, "I never meant to put work before you, it's just...." Running a hand through his hair he makes them messy.

"It's fine, Neil. Work wouldn't wait, honeymoon can." I smile at him, I don't know why suddenly we both are excited about our honeymoon for a few weeks. We do spend a lot of time with each other but getting the opportunity to be with him alone and roam around feels something charmed.

When we hear the sounds of cars moving Neil presses himself on me as my back hits the wall. Our chests almost collide, keeping his hands on my sides he leans back to look there. How am I supposed to resist him when he looks so flavorful?

I reach out and peck his lips quickly. He frosts for a juncture then looks at me. His arm wraps around my waist, "I'm good at controlling than you, Mrs. Khanna." He almost chuckled for sure at my flustered state.

I lean in and press my lips against his, he feels so fluffy, just when he starts to respond I move away. "I know you are good at controlling, Mr. Khanna. A little more won't hurt, right?" Winking at him I bent down to take my purse which had fallen while we were occupied with each other and walked past him.

I regret this decision when I still feel the tingles of his lips but when I hear him groan I giggle and get in the car.

"Not my fault, you are good at controlling." I bite my lip to control my laugh when he glares at me settling in the driving seat.

"Well make it as, I was good at controlling." His lips lift in a smirk, gosh, why he has to be so hot?

"What?" I choke out though I know the answer.

He leans in and lets his lips touch mine, the touch itself feels everything. He drapes an arm around my waist as his half body hovers over mine.

"You look like the queen of hotness in red." He whispers in his deep husky voice against my lips then parts my lips with his and links them.

Our lips just dwell against each other for a moment before we both respond in unison. My hand moves to the back of his neck while the other rests on the seat to keep me from falling if the door opens by any chance.

He is slow, he is soft, he is careful.

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