NOTICE: Hot content ahead! This chapter contains mild sexual depictions. Read at your own discretion. 

Shree tossed and turned on the bed that night after they finished the second day of their photoshoot. She extended her arm to retrieve her new smartphone from the bedside stand. Madhav had gifted her a new smartphone after they finished shooting for the day, and to add to her surprise he had downloaded her favourite songs by AR Rahman and installed Whatsapp, Instagram and Snapchat.

Shree switched on her new Samsung phone, the display showed 1:07AM as the time. She groaned and opened Whatsapp. The application burst out alive as she turned on mobile data. She gasps as she sees 100 messages and 45 missed voice calls from her childhood friend Ahaana.

She got off the bed silently without waking up Devi, who was asleep beside her or her mother who was asleep on the foldable bed by the window. She puts on her denim jacket as she walks out and dials Ahaana. After 3 unsuccessful attempts of trying to call Ahaana, she sighs in defeat and walks downstairs towards the kitchen for a quick late night snack.

She turned on the lights and paused as she noticed the door leading to the swimming pool outside being slightly open.

"I hope we aren't being robbed!" she cried to herself as she held the door's handle and tried to retrieve a few self-defense techniques she learnt over the internet. She whispered a quick prayer and opened the door. A towel and a tee-shirt was laid out on the recliners by the pool.

She gets surprised seeing Madhav who walked by the poolside wearing a black speedo, his abs looked thick and well defined as if someone carved it on his tanned stomach, his broad, but lean chest with a slight dusting of hair. His calves and quads were sculpted to perfection, just like his neatly trimmed beard. Shree blushed as she noticed the wholesome bulge in his swimwear leaving Shree turned on a little. She couldn't help starring in fascination and could not believe how magnificent his body was. He dived into the water and swam like an eel. Shree sat on the recliner and watched him glide elegantly through the water like a dolphin, the best demonstration of a butterfly stroke.

"He's mine. He puts all the movie stars to shame. All the hot movie stars are paled out in comparison to this six feet of hot captivating maleness. How hasn't Bollywood approached him yet?"

When he emerged out of the pool after five continuous laps, his speedo clung to his butt like a second skin, leaving very little to her imagination. Little droplets of water rolled down his body that gleamed like marble under the moonlight. The urge to run her hands over him and to feel the texture of his skin, his muscles and his hair bubbled up inside her.

"Hey!" he waved as he walked towards her.

"Hi." She said nervously pulling her denim jacket to cover the black skinny she was wearing. "I'm sorry I disturbed you."

"Nah! Don't be." He said casually as he sat beside her on the recliner. Goosebumps rose on Shree's arms as she registered the fact that she was seated beside a man-her lover, soon to be husband, who was wearing nothing but a speedo. She discovered that she had lost the ability to speak as he held her hand in his wet hands and as their fingers intertwined.

"You are-are-are- a good, no g-g-great swimmer, s-s-sir, I mean Madhav. Madhav, yes-yes. Madhav."

"Thank you, darling." He said as he pressed a quick kiss to her hand. "I've been swimming since I turned five. I was in the swimming team at my school, at my university: University of Madras and at Oxford too. I'll show you all the medal and trophies I won when I take you to my place."

"Our babies are going to inherit your proficiency in swimming." She said aloud, instead of saying it to herself. She looked at him and he was smiling, surprised at her bold statement.

"Without a doubt." He whispered into her ear as he took the towel to dry himself. Shree watched intently, gulping as he pat himself dry. He wrapped the towel around his waist, tucking it in and reached to get his tee-shirt.

"Don't!" she exclaimed suddenly and he quirked a brow at her.

"Pardon me, but do you want me shirtless?" he asked sitting beside her and she nodded bashfully. "Alright! I won't wear this tee-shirt but to make it seem fair I want you take off that denim jacket."

"How is that fair?" she asked.

"Because I am asking your jacket, and not this scrawny little skinny." He whispered into her ear. Shree smiled and took off her jacket and thrusted it at his hand.

"Happy?" she asked as she felt his eyes on the pair of unsupported breasts underneath her black skinny.

"More than happy." He said as his fingers played with the thin strap of her skinny. Shree shied away from him as she slowly distanced herself from him. She gasped as he grabbed her by her hips and pulls her into his lap, claiming her mouth with his. Shree moaned into his mouth, gripping his shoulders, unable to contain her riotous feelings that rampaged throughout her body for him. Her hands slides down his chest, exploring every inch.

His hands moved from her hips inside her skinny to feel her waist, adding fuel to the heated blood that flowed through her body, while another hand softly massages her scalp. A torturous path of his long and sinewy fingers initiated from her waist, followed by her ribcage and then to her breast.

Her lips froze and remained still in his mouth. She shut her eyes and tried to unify her mind trying to register the feeling of his rough hands encompassing her sensitive and tender breasts. Sweat trickled down her spine as he caressed her breast in a way that made her aware of every rough patch on his palm. She let out a labored moan against lips that she was unable to hold back anymore.

"I love watching this fair skin turn red, and I like knowing that I can make you feel this way. You are incredibly velvet soft." Madhav whispered as he pulled away, letting go of her completely. "We need to stop, and you should be in bed." He said as he ran his fingers along the silky plains of her thighs.

"I want to stay with you." Shree whispered as she teasingly ran a finger down his chest.

"You are supposed to be asleep, love. Go sleep, we have to wake up early tomorrow for the pre-shoot." Madhav said as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, he leaned forward and whispered "I swear to finish what I started as soon as we get married."

-M A D H A V      R A M A K R I S H N A-

Shree snuggles into my chest as the photographers prepare to click the last picture of our three day pre-shoot. The pre-shoot concluded with us parting ways in the beach, where Shree has a change of heart and comes running to me. She hugs me at the seashore as the sun sets behind us. It sounds highly cinematic, but she makes it feels so realistic and amazing. She's wearing a white sleeveless sundress with her hair untied. My hands are behind her, holding her securely towards me, my heart is beating loud enough for her to hear.

The camera's flash flares as the final picture is taken. The photographer and his team applaud and Devi whistles from a distance much to Mrs. Prasad's surprise. Mr. Ramakrishna is standing beside her with crossed arms, smiling to himself.

"We're done, baby." I whisper, caressing her cheek as I notice she hasn't let go of me yet.

"This moment is so beautiful. I don't want to let go of you." She says as she looks up at me.

True indeed, the sky is fine mixture of blood and ember, the soft waves of the sea washing through our feet. Her soft supple body pressed against mine and the soft sea breeze that makes her hair and the corners of her long frock sway. Her gentle brown eyes are on me.

"I love you Madhav. So much. Limitlessly." She confesses.

"I know." I say before I bend down and claim her delicate lips. She giggles as she holds me tighter. The camera's flash flares again.

-S H R E E     P R A S A D-

We left Goa after spending the last night at the bungalow. We were in Mumbai the next afternoon. Madhav surprises me saying he had invited my school and college friends for a Bachelorette Party at a five star hotel which is a subsidiary of the Ramakrishna Group of Companies. The party was to happen tonight, Ahaana and Nabha have attended to the arrangements. Madhav mentioned that they have ordered the cake and wanted a pool party. He booked a room in the same hotel so he can chill and binge watch TV shows with his friends Sivaji and Ashok.

I walk into the party venue with Ahaana. Ahaana, besides the bitch face expression on her face most the time is my best friend of 22 years, a qualified Bharatanatyam dancer. She's a dentist and also breaks teeth to mint money in her spare time. As we walked into the brightly lit hotel Ahaana pulls her glossy and messy black hair into a high bun with short strands of her hair falling around her fair little face. She walks straight with her face held forward in a steady gaze; as if something important was on her mind, or rather 'someone' was on her mind.

"Loosen up, hun-bun, why so serious?" I ask as I give her arm a small squeeze. "It's my bachelorette party, not a job interview!"

"I am thinking about Madhav. He doesn't want you to drink. Madhav will kill me if you do, and if he does, I'll make sure my ghost kills you!" Nabha insisted on requesting the bar to serve vodka and gin, Madhav agreed under the condition that I was not supposed to get drunk.

The hotel staff open the big wooden door that leads us to the spot the party is to happen, which is an amazingly beautiful indoor pool with a big yellow slide and a tall diving board. Pink and red balloons are strewn over the paved floor. There are banners saying 'CONGRATULATIONS!' hanging on every visible corner. My school friends, clad in their swimsuit excitedly run towards me, hugging and kissing me on finally getting engaged. Most of them are married, a few were even expecting their first child by now. It's just me, Ahaana, Tara, Nabha and two more girls who are unmarried as of now.

Tara and Nabha burst inside the venue. Tara comes running to me and presses a kiss to my cheek.

"OMG YOU ARE GETTING MARRIED! Plus you aren't marrying any ordinary guy, but a hot gazillionaire, woman! You lucky bitch!" Nabha yells and thrusts the shopping bag in her hand with the words 'TeenyB' on it. "You know, there's some American tradition that says the bride's friends have to get the bride her bachelorette dress, so Tara and I got you a swimsuit to wear for tonight."

"It's a bikini." Tara winks at me.

"A micro bikini." Nabha adds and double winks. "Sunflower yellow, like the one Anastasia Steele wears in Fifty Shades Freed."

I look into the bag and find a similar bikini, a micro bikini in it. It's silky and the bra cup barely covers my palm. And the other piece is a freaking yellow thong! "I am not wearing this! It's going to be so revealing."

"Don't be a wuss, Shree!" Nabha exclaims. "No one is going to see you in this. It's just us and the gay bartender."

"Please and we spent a lot of time and money to get you this." Tara croons holding my arm.

Ahaana agrees too. "I am not letting you marry Madhav if you don't wear this for us tonight."

"Exactly, we'll look you in a cellar for all of eternity if you refuse to wear this." Nabha says smirking.

"Fine! I'll wear it." I say sighing in defeat.

"Awesome, babes!" Nabha smiles happily and ushers me to the changing room.

* * * * *

"Are you sure I look good?" I ask, staring at my reflection on the mirror, as Ahaana ties the knot of the bikini top securely, while I try to pull at the cup of the bikini top to hide the swell of my breasts as much as I can.

"Darling you look amazing!" Ahaana says and presses a kiss against my cheek. She's wearing a green bikini, her top is a really cute halter top that doesn't show too much cleavage or exposes the butt cheeks. She runs a hairbrush through my hair and settles a flower crown made of plastic orchids and autumn leaves.

"Also, that booty looks good!" Tara laughs as she does a final touchup on my lipstick.

"Say sexy!" Nabha smiles mischievously and clicks a picture of me on my phone.

"OMG DID YOU JUST CLICK A PIC OF ME?" I yell. What the hell was this audacious woman even thinking?

"Uhm-yes, and I might have sent it to Madhav too, I guess-" Nabha murmurs. I'm exposing more skin that required, also, I'm wearing a bright red lipstick that makes me look like a prostitute and this woman just sent a picture to Madhav! He is going to be pissed for sure, fuck! Which boyfriend wouldn't be?

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Ahaana yells too. "DELETE IT BEFORE HE-"

"Too late! He saw it!" Nabha exclaims. I'm doomed, he's going to get angry for sure, I know. "He's typing. 'Someone call the fire brigade!' with that slutty tongue emoji and a heart."

I feel so relieved.

Nabha chuckles as she types a reply. I peep in "Come down here and extinguish this fire, hun bun." I snatch the phone from her before she sends it. I erase the message and send a red heart emoji to him instead.

"Is the bride ready?" Tara, another school friend asks as she walks in an orange bikini, which is notably not too revealing like mine.

"Yes, we just have to put this sash-" says Ahaana as she puts a sash saying 'BRIDE TO BE' over my shoulder. I'm glad it covers most of the cleavage.

When I re-enter the party venue, the place is packed with my friends, all of them dressed in their swimsuits. Surprisingly no one's swimwear is as revealing as mine, even Jhanvi, the most controversial girl of my university who slept with all the guys she dated was wearing a decent bikini. There's more balloons, particularly balloons shaped like a penis and many banners on the walls like 'KISS THE MISS GOODBYE', 'LAST FLING BEFORE THE RING', 'BESTIES BEFORE TESTIES'.

Ahaana and the girls pull me towards a table set near the pool with a cake on top. I gasp seeing the cake and as I had expected the girls had gotten a cake shaped like a penis. Whoever baked this cake surely would have been horny, it looks so convincing. He or she has put thin black icing near the balls to resemble pubic hair, and there's something that looks like an edible condom rolled down the shaft and-

"CUT IT! CUT IT!" everyone cheers and Ahaana thrusts a butter knife to my hands. I close my hands as I cut a small square- or so I thing is a square and a loud applause erupts. The girls take their share of the cake while a few fight for the hairy part of it.

For the rest of the party girls fought and waited there turn to sit on the gigantic inflatable flamingo floating rafts on the swimming pool. Ahaana and I sat by the pool receiving many gifts, some of them are intimate lingerie, more bikinis, coupons for a couples massage, and of course, cash. Tara is the DJ for the night and she has decided to play a list of Bollywood item numbers.

Nabha and Jhanvi invite me for a game of 'Drink If' played amongst six of our friends from school. In the game, questions such as 'Take a shot of vodka if you have kissed more than one guy' will be on the rolled up chits. If the sentence applies for the person who picked that chit, she has to take a shot, if it doesn't she has to do an impossible dare.

The game started with the bride-me, and my first chit read: "Take a shot of vodka if you are a virgin."

"What does it say? WHAT DOES IT SAY?" exclaimed Ahaana and I show her the chit and she hoots.

"I am a virgin-but I'll say no to the shot." As expected there's plenty of protests for that.

"Guys, Madhav doesn't want her to get drunk!" Ahaana announced, saving me.

"That's unfair! You have to drink it- or else we'll assume you did it with him at Goa." Jhanvi teasingly threatens and the other agree. "Just one shot, babes. We won't tell Madhav that you drunk." Jhanvi winks.

I look at Ahaana. "Just one glass is okay, I guess. The glasses are small and it'll take over a dozen to get you completely drunk. I won't tell Madhav and hey- there's no way he'll find out!"

I snatch the vodka glass from her and drink it in one gulp.

"There! I did it! I had a shot which means I AM a virgin and we did not do it in Goa!" I announce proudly and swear out aloud at the end. The other girls finish their first turn and it's my second turn.

"Take a shot of vodka if you know the bride for more than 10 years." I read. "BULLSHIT! I am the bride and I know myself for 26 years!

"I highly doubt that!" Ahaana mutters.

"And that means you take another shot!" Nabha cries. I shrug and take a shot of vodka. I laugh heartily, for the first time ever my head is light and I feel like flying. The game proceeds and I find myself taking a shot at every turn, I have officially lost count.

"Take a shit- sorry shot of vodka if you have a baby." I reach out to get a glass of vodka.

"Woman, you don't even have a baby!" someone yells and I laugh at my stupidity. "Which means you have to do a dare."

"And we want you to call your ex Rishabh and scold him in filth!" Nabha says.

"OKAY!" I yell and take my phone, my fingers are slightly wobbly and I someone manage to make a call.

I speak as soon as the call is connected. "Rishabh, its Shree. You are a bloody lying asshole. You are an-an-an uneducated pimp, and a fri-fri-frigging cheat! I am so glad I am n-n-not marrying you! On the conda-conta-contrary I am getting married to a wonderful, r-r-rich and sexy macho vodka shot-hot shot in a few days! HUZZAH! LOSER!"

I cut the call and laugh again standing up, Ahaana holds me so I wouldn't fall. "OH MY GOD THAT WAS GOOD! IM GONNA GET A FEW OF THOSE CUPCAKES WITH A DICK ON THEM!"

All the girls applaud and Nabha concludes the game. I half walk and half stumble away only to be met by a few friends who just arrived. Ahaana's phone vibrates.

"OMG dude! Ashok freaking Chabbra is freaking calling me!" she squeals excitedly and walks away to attend it. I may be slightly drunk but I could tell that Ahaana's face twisted as she spoke with Ashok over the phone. She is worried by the time she disconnects the call. She walks over to me and whispers "Shree, are you sure you called the right person?"

"Yeah. I called Rishabh. His name was on the last contacted list."

"Babes, you fucked up. That was not Rishabh, you called Madhav instead! Ashok said Madhav is so pissed right now, he on his way. Come, we better make you look less drunk before he-"

The doors open with a bang. "SHREE?"

To be continued....

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