ARJUN'S POV :

Mixed emotions empowered my mind. Should I be happy that I received flowers and sweetest messages or feel hurt for making my love upset? How can she come to a conclusion when I am puzzled about who sent flowers?

To enquire who sent me, I stroll to Sriansh. He's scrolling phone with Adi in lap. Adi looked at his dad with a little pout. Unknowingly a smile crept gazing at them.

“Chachu…” Adi chirped, glancing at me.

“Hey little racer…” I wheeled sitting opposite to them.

Thought of inquiring Sriansh but couldn't do it. I would discover who tried to tarnish me. We indulged in discussing our life, business.

Soon it turned dark and I realized she would be alone. Whatever the issue, I should not leave her. I marched towards the cottage, wishing her to simmer down.

Sighing, I entered. My eyes widened and my senses filled with the scent of lavender. Have I entered the wrong cottage? Because the view before my eyes is astonishing.

Whole living room is decorated with red roses. Scent candles spreading their warm light with mesmerizing fragrance. Rose petals were unfurled on the floor.

Heart shaped balloons waving in the air. Is it a dream? I pinched myself. Oh my god it's real, not delusional. But where's my little wife? Did she decorate this? Why did she do this?

Numerous questions popped in mind however ignoring them I stepped further. When I was about to step there was a rose attached with a note. Picking up I read it.

‘Thankyou for being with me in my hard times’

It means, she did all this. My lips stretched into a warm smile. When I further moved there were three roses with a note.

‘Thankyou for not losing hope in me’

How can I despair when you are my other half. Even not when the whole world is against you. These little notes are fluttering my heart.

Further there were five roses with a note. Each note is fascinating me, with curiosity what it could be?

‘Thankyou for being my staunch supporter ‘

It doesn't matter whether she is righteous or erroneous, I will support her. Ahead there were seven roses with a note.

‘Thankyou for coming into my life’

She doesn't have the slightest idea how desperate I was to listen to these words. My heart felt content as it found its home. My Manvi.

Edging forward there are no flowers. That's when a goddess stood in front of me. My heart beats raced looking at her. She's my death.

Beautifully bedecked in red saree which is adorning her petite figure elegantly and gracefully. Her fair waist is in view and my breath hitched looking at her backless blouse.

The vermilion in the hair partition and intricate mangalsutra was resting on her chest made me percept she is mine.

Subtle makeup and her red lipstick like cherry on top. Those petal-like lips are tempting me to ravish them. She's the goddess of seduction. Everything felt like a dream.

Arjun, stop eye fcvking her. My inner voice mocked me. I came out of a haze when she jerked my hand.

I couldn't utter a single word experiencing this bliss. She stepped towards me holding a bouquet of roses. All my life I haven't seen this many roses right now I am receiving.

“Arj…Arjun…” fumbling she held my hand.

“Hmm” I am anticipating what's coming.

“I..I want to..” she is nervous. If she's going to express what I am thinking then I would go crazy.

Inhaling deeply, she started;

“Arjun since our marriage you're putting efforts in our marriage and being a provider never expecting in return. Been a strong pillar in my life. Supported , cared, handled the worst side of mine yet never raised questions about my past.

In these six months of marriage I am at peace and happy.

Arjun I don't want to be one in millions I want to be one from millions. I don't want to be a star in billions . I want to be your moon. I don't want to be a cage of your feeling, I want to be your freedom. I don't want to be placed you visit I want to be your happy place.I will be with you forever , will you be my forever?”

Everything went quiet in the world as her words crashed into me. Her eyes filled with tears and the moment which I dream every night looking at her sleeping figure is finally happening.

She's the rhythm of my every heartbeat and lifeline of this wandering soul. Even if the paradise is locked and bolted, I would happily walk on thorns to hell with her.

Without thinking I crashed my lips on her. Our fronts colliding, lips are assuring the unsaid promise. Madly kissing the hell out of her I squeezed her waist.

She's searching for her answer through a kiss which undoubtedly yes.Fired lived through her kiss melting every part of me.

We parted and panting heavily yet the desire to claim each other is strong. I cupped her neck.

“ I love you, I freaking love you. The day I saw you, my heart was caged by your intoxicating smile. You're the girl I want, I want to be together. You're the precious thing I want to treasure. I want you with all my heart,soul. I love you my Aloha.”

Finally the emotions, feelings which have been buried since 5 years were into life.

“I am sorry for making you wait and not acknowledging you. I love you Arjun.” If it's her, it will never be late.

I hugged her dipping neck and peppering open mouth kisses. She's clutching my nape fisting hair.

I lifted her in bridal style and moved towards the bedroom, without breaking eye contact. I placed her on the bed. Slowly hovered on her.

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MANVIKA'S POV :

He hovered and kissed my face. Lowering the shoulders of the blouse and kissing all the way. My breath became uneven with his touch. He further unfurled my saree and intensely gazed into my eyes.

Unable to handle it I closed my eyes. His warm breath fanning and touch igniting the fire in heart.

“I want to know where to touch you, I want to know how to touch, how to convince you baby. You're designed to be mine.” His words fluttered my heart.

I frothed in to unbutton his shirt which is a barrier between us. He unhooked my blouse followed by bra. Kissing to the heart content he removed my bangles and earrings.

He almost kissed every inch of me. I was dithering under him like fish. He intently observed my expressions for any discomfort. He tugged fingers in my petticoat and pulled it down with panty.

Now I am lying stark naked ,my hands traveled on his bare back.

“Baby I feel everything when you touch me. Love, excitement, nervousness and I love it. I love the way you respond to me. He said in his deep, hoarse voice.

“You know- I love when you initiate intimacy, touch me and I want all of it.” I sensually implored still holding him.

Without a second he unbuckled his pants and boxers. His hard, erect length sprung out. Kissing my forehead he asked me.

“Baby, may I” I felt cared.

I nodded but he wanted words. “Yes” I gave my consent.

He stroked the tip on my core which made me moan and him groan. It's my first time and his length is scaring me. Still the feeling of being loved took over.

He slowly entered kissing lips and the tearing pain down there made me scream and my eyes teared. It's hurting badly. He stopped moving further.

“ I am sorry baby, soon this pain will turn into pleasure….” He cooed at me but the pain was increasing.

He gently started moving inside me and after sometime pain was replaced with pleasure. Few moments back I was crying a mess,now moaning shamelessly.

Whole room filled with our moans and groans. It's past midnight yet we are not tired of this love game. I released three times and he released once.

We both drowned in each other's love without caring and breaking boundaries between us.

Nature witnessing our union. Moon and stars casting light through the window as spectators. Snow hailing as showering love on our union.

After feeling complete with our love game, he cuddled me and kissed my forehead. I am feeling numb and my legs are shivering.

He got up and walked to the washroom. I tried to stand but all my body trembled. However with the support of the headrest I stood to soon fall on the floor.

He rushed to me, wrapping a towel. “Manvika, are you mad? Who told you to wake up from bed?”

He's back to being a rude husband, he's yelling at me.

“I want to clean myself,” I said weakly. In no time he lifted me in his arms and carried me to the washroom.

“I was about to do that but you have to be stubborn.” He scolded me.

After that he cleaned me and helped me in bathing. He wiped my hair and body. And made me wear his shirt.

Carried me to bed and joined me. Cuddling and stroking my hair we drown into the world of dreams.

If anyone asks what love is, I don't know the answer. But maybe what Arjun does is love. Keeping others needs before you and unconditionally caring.

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