Warning: this chapter contains mature content so read at your own risk. But it is italicized since it is a flashback, so if you want, you may skip that part. 

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We were going down in silence until there was a sudden stop. I immediately looked at him in confusion.

"What the hell?" He questioned. He swiftly took out his phone and dialed to call someone. "I'm stuck in an elevator! What the hell is going on?!" He roared angrily at someone. I'm assuming it's one of his employees from downstairs. "This elevator better start working again in the next ten minutes or else you're fired!"

Of course. History is seriously repeating itself. But the only difference is that the lights are still on which is the only the good thing about this situation.

"Mmm.. okay...Fix this now." He hung the call and looked at me in disgust.

Wait, what did I do now?

"It's all because of you that we're stuck in here," He finally spoke.

"Excuse me?" I questioned as I sat down leaning my back against the wall, placing both of my legs to my right side.

"These elevators are state of the art and as soon as you stepped in, this elevator stopped working," He defended as I sensed the stress that's written on his face.

Wow, superstitious much? I didn't say anything to his comment. I'll be wasting my own time by arguing with him. Not that I have anything better to do since clearly, I don't, but still, I'm just done with all this bullshit.

I simply closed my eyes and rested my head against the wall. I don't know what's in store for me but I just hope everything works out for the best. I really do wish at times that things had worked out differently for us. I had my everything firsts with him, it's really hard to forget everything.

"You want me to find my name in your mehndi (henna)?" Karan questioned raising his eyebrows.

I nodded while passing a smile. "Okay," he said as he placed my hand over his hand.

He started to look for his name and caressed the palms of my hands with his index finger.

"It's hard to identify my name. You have such a difficult pattern applied." Karan whined. "I'd rather do something else." He said winking at me.

I smiled at him. "FInd it!" I said.

He continued to find his name and nodded his head no. "Bella, I really can't find it."

"Loser," I said, showing him the location of his name.

He shook his head as he smiled. He came closer to me and started planting kisses on my neck. My breathing began to deepen and I let out a small moan. I fisted his hair as he made his way to my lips. I parted my lips, inviting him to relish me. I felt him smirk against my lips. Just then I felt him unclasp my blouse.

"Wait," I said, breaking the kiss. He looked at me understandingly as I saw his eyes kind of shimmer with lust. "What if I can't satisfy you?" I whispered.

"I'm already satisfied enough looking at you. Need more to say" He smirked.

"No body-wise. I barely have any breast." I put in.

"Are we seriously having this conversation now?" He asked in annoyance.

I nodded my head yes. 

 "Listen, I did not marry you for your boobs. Also, let me tell you one thing, you look like a model! You're tall, thin, and sexy." Karan said as he smiled at me. "Haven't I mentioned this enough?" He added on.

"No, you haven't. You should mention this every day." I responded sarcastically.

"Okay," He said rolling his eyes. "Look if you're not ready, it's okay." He said sympathetically.

I sighed. "Let's do it. I'm ready" I said pecking him on the lips.

He took off my blouse and made me lie down on the bed. I tried to hide my small breasts with my hands but he stopped me. "You are very beautiful," He whispered while claiming one of my breasts and teased its peak. I started to feel my desire rise as he licked and nibbled my breasts. "Karan!" I moaned as I writhed under him.

"Take it off," I breathed, trying to pull his sherwani (Traditional men's shirt) off of him. I wanted to feel him so bad. He yanked it off and I glided my fingers across his delicious muscley arms and toned six packs. I started to plant kisses on his abs as he was on top of me. He started doing the same by implanting kisses all over the upper part of my body.

I felt his boner nudging against my thigh, making me blush even more. He crashed his lips against mine as I felt him pull off my lehenga (skirt). Soon we both were skin to skin with all of our clothes on the floor. He looked at me for approval when he was about to enter me.

"You ready?" He asked as he started to finger me.

I nodded "More than ready."

"It's going to hurt a bit, babe," he whispered as he began to thrust very slowly inside of me until I felt his entire penis inside of me. I gasped in pain as I gripped his shoulders with my nails, which  probably left nails marks on him.

"I'm so sorry! Should I stop?" Karan questioned.

"No, keeping going," I said since at one point or another we did need to consummate our marriage.

"I'm almost there babe. Just need to stretch your hymen out more." Karan assured as he continued pushing inside me. He kept pushing until he "popped the cherry".

After we got past the painful part, the feeling that he blessed me with by being inside of me is truly indescribable. It was a connection that I had never even dreamed of. Experiencing it for the first time with my husband was the most precious thing. I felt so grateful that I had waited for him.

"Are you awake?" I heard him ask.

I opened my eyes to show him that I'm awake.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked excitedly as he sat down next to me. My heart started beating faster as I soaked in his strong, spicy cologne. What is he excited about?

"What?" I said with uncertainty.

He laughed. "Okay," he said. He still continued to laugh and tried to hide his smile. "I don't want to get beat up by you though. Remember, how we were stuck in the elevator when we first met and you started hitting me? You better not do that when I ask you this, okay?" He said, raking his hands through his hair.

"I'm not fond of touching you," I revealed, giving a bit of an attitude. "So you're good," I said as my curiosity began to rise.

"Okay," He said still laughing his butt off. "This question is a bit messed up though but I really want to know."

"Then why don't you fucking ask?" I snapped at him.

"Okay, okay. What's up with that cleavage? I don't recall you ever having breasts let alone a cleavage." He smirked. I let out a sigh while just shaking my head at him in disbelief. He's such a dick.

"What? Don't shake your head." He laughed while staring at my "puppies". "I'm saying the truth. They were never big in the first place and looking at them after two years, they've grown like what 2-3 cups bigger? Did you get implants or something so that you can compete with your sister?"

He's crossing the line right now. My God. No, I didn't get implants or anything. When I had my miscarriage, it was only a month left for my delivery and I guess my pregnancy breasts kicked in. And then when I had the twins, the same thing happened except I gained a bit more weight compared to the aftermath of my first pregnancy along with bigger breasts. 

But Dave, being a gym enthusiast himself, forced me to lose the extra weight I put on and made me get a "hot body" with abs. He motivated me by saying "what if you come across Karan one day? And he sees you with this amount of weight?" Honestly, I am so grateful for having Dave in my life.

There were two snaps in front of my face pushing me out of my thoughts. "Where are you lost? You haven't even given me a comeback? So you did get implants, Mrs. Jaitly." He said really surprised.

I smiled at his remark. "I developed these breasts when I was pregnant with your child. And I gained weight after the miscarriage since I had to undergo a cesarean section. But you wouldn't know, right?"

I noticed that the mischievous appearance he had on disappeared and his facial expressions reflected that he was hurt or maybe he angry.

"They never went back to its normal size?" He questioned with a hint of sympathy. "But it doesn't seem like you gained weight?"

"Well, I also did gain weight from the stress that I accumulated after our so-called divorce. But I worked it all out. I go to the gym now" I added on.

"Oh," Karan said nodding his head. "That explains your curves." He said smiling at me.

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Hello, my wonderful readers! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

Awww,  they're stuck in an elevator again!! What will happen?!

Wait?! Shraddha had a miscarriage with Karan's first child?! 

How'd you like that weird moment between Shraddha and Karan?

Funny how she didn't say anything to him.

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