A soft ray of the sun, streamed inside, through hotel windows and bathed the entire room in a soft golden glow, falling on the furniture, her silken sari which lay along with his clothes on the floor and the blue blanket they shared. 

Madhav finds Shree sleeping on his chest, held closer with his pair of strong arms. Her head was resting on his hardened yet soft chest.

"Good morning, chellam." Madhav moans into Shree's ears. His morning voice is so croaky. Shree's eyes flutters open. He smiles as he takes in her disheveled form, her hair that was loose and messy, which came down to her bare breasts.

"Good morning, Maddy." She says softly turning to Madhav. She rubbed her eyes until she could see the faint glow of the sun pour into their hotel room. She was comfortable, though the sunshine that peered into the room burned her eyes. A piece of her fair skin on the base of her throat was red, like a battle scar.

"Don't tell me what happened last night was only a dream." She softly whispered.

"It wasn't a dream. It happened for real." He whispers moving the strands of her hair from her face. "Slept well?"

She nods.

"Let's get ready and go back." He says and lazily peppered Shree's face with kisses. "Ma and Devi are flying back to Mumbai tonight, right? And of course, Madhu would be wondering where we vanished to."

"No! I don't want this moment to end." She kisses his forehead, his temples, his cheeks and a quick one on his lips. He moves closer and Shree's hand wrap around his muscular frame.

"Trust me. There will be several moments like this from now on. More hugs, more kisses, more cuddles-"

"-more idli and masala dhosai" Shree adds.

"I was thinking of making something more Andhra-ish like moong dal roti and upma. But that's alright; anything for you." He whispers. "Come, let's go and shower."

He gets off the bed and starts to stretch his muscles. There were several times were they had seen each other naked, but admiring him again and again was something she could never stop.

"I haven't showered with you for so many years." He says as he holds her hand softly. "Come, chellam."

After Shree helped Madhav with shaving off his beard, she blushed as Madhav devotedly shampooed her hair and lathered soap on her body. She moaned every time he rubbed his soapy hands over her body, ravishing each curve and every inch of her skin. The shower made the water droplets tango on their skin. Madhav was surprised when she pinned him to the wall, looking up at his eyes.

She leaned closer and pressed her lips to him and started to kiss him. He kissed her back with equal fervor. Shree moans as his hands cupped her bottom, pulling her against his hardness.

His shoulders were powerful, his chest broad and stunning, his flawlessly sculpted abs were taunt and sharp, his thighs strong without a doubt. Shree's hands smoothed over his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his firm skin under her fingertips.

Desire raced through her veins, as a heady excitement made her feel dizzy and impatient for his lovemaking.

"I can never get enough of you, Madhav" she said in a husky growl. "Isn't it about time we did it under the shower? I can't remember the last time we-"

"Say no more, chellam." He says holding her arms and as he pins her to the wall.

After showering together, Madhav ordered Shree a beautiful yellow wrap dress that came down to her knees. He played with her soft hair as he pat it dry. He was wearing the a light blue shirt with the same pants he wore yesterday.

They went downstairs to the hotel restaurant for breakfast where they enjoyed feeding each other baked beans, fried mushrooms, toast, oatcakes, and muffins. Shree blushed every time his leg brushed around her ankles. Madhav never missed the chance to kiss her fingers every time she leaned forward to wipe the ketchup or the breadcrumbs off his mouth. 

They took the train to Lewisham.

Shree and Madhav sat beside each other. Her head was resting on his shoulder and their fingers were intertwined together. They didn't speak a word except sit together with a big smile.

* * * * *

"Hi Madhu!" Shree says as she carries Madhushree into her arms. "Did you have a great time with Bhamma and Aunty Devi?"

"Did you have a great time with Bhaava?" Devi countered teasingly.

"It was good." Shree winks as she gives Madhu to Madhav.

"And now that you are back, please start packing." Lakshmi says coming out of the kitchen. "I didn't realise you had so many things. How are you going to pack all these things within the next-"

"Don't worry when I'm here." Madhav says. "All this packing will be done by tomorrow night. And we will be leaving the following day. Shree and I need to start packing the things in her room."

"That's good. I need to get ready too. " Lakshmi said. "Would be great if someone could lend a helping hand."

"I hate that we have to move out of this apartment." Shree says looking at Madhav. "This apartment has so many wonderful memories. I was here throughout my second and third trimester; Madhu was raised in this beautiful place. I still remember bringing her home after she was born. She started to walk and talk in here. You met me again and Madhu for the first time ever in this apartment. This apartment has been a place where I had so many happy memories and-"

"I can speak to the owner of this apartment and try to buy-"

"No Madhav. This apartment rent is a source of income for the owner, Mrs. Harris."

"We can pay her every-"

"No Madhav." Shree pleads him. "I don't want someone else to miss a great apartment like this."

"Okay then, let's get packing." He says.

"By the way, 'It was good' Really?" He asks softly, caressing her face.

"I'll say it was wonderful if you promise to make love to me tonight as well." Shree says making Madhav smile.

"As you wish, my queen." He says and presses a kiss to her forehead. "Now let's start packing. You go and help your mother, while I pack the things in your room."

Three hours later after she was almost done helping Lakshmi pack, Shree walks back into her room and finds the whole room empty. Madhav was closing her suitcase. Madhu was lying on the bed that was bereft of the soft bedsheet. She was playing with the teddy bear and the rabbit soft toys which Madhav brought for her in Muscat.

"Are you done? That quick?" She asks and he nods.

"Yeah. I packed all the things in your room. All your belongings that were in the cupboard, your shelves and the dressing table drawers. Also, I got you something. You can call it a gift from me. Actually, it's a very old gift." He says as he pulls something from his pocket. He takes Shree's hand with his other hand and thrusts something into her palm.

"My mangalsutra!" She exclaims.

"I found it in your dressing table." He says. "You can wear it, if you like to. It's okay if you don't want to. I'm not forcing you. You don't have to wear it to be able to be identified as my wife."

"I want to wear it." She says looking at it.

"Give it to me, I'll tie it-" He says offering to clip on the mangalsutra around her neck.

"No." Shree says. "I want you to do it the way you did it three years ago."

"Chellam, I'll throw the biggest and grandest wedding and-"

"Can we do it in a kovil instead?" Shree asks. "I know a beautiful one in Chembur-"

"Kerala." He says. "I know a beautiful one in Munnar. We'll have a small ceremony there. Just close family and friends. And hey, Madhu can be the flower girl. We can get a nice yellow traditional skirt and blouse sewn for her."

"I love it!" Shree exclaims and hugs him. "Can that be the first thing we do when we land in India?"

"No, I was hoping to do it in the next month." He says. "But yes, we will have one for sure. There is no doubt in that."

* * * * *

T H R E E     D A Y S       L A T E R

"I'll call Shyaam and tell us we are in the Muscat Transit." Shree says as they sit on the airport lounge. "What time is it in Mumbai?"

"Eight in the morning." Madhav says as he makes Madhu sit beside Shree. He keeps his bag beside Shree. "I'll be back in an hour. I have s-s-something to- uhm get done. Be right back."

Shree nods as she dials Shyaam.

"Good morning Bhabhi." Shyaam says in his sleepy voice, sitting up on the bed, pulling the blanket up to cover his chest.

"Hi Shyaam. Just called to let you know that we are in Muscat right now." Shree says.

"Really? That's great!" Shyaam whispers.

"We'll be in Mumbai soon. I'm so excited to come back to India!" Shree says. "I'll get you chocolates from Duty Free. What else do you want? I got you a bunch of souvenirs. A nice tee-shirt-"

"Bhabhi Bhabhi, I'll drop you a message about it okay?" Shyaam says quietly.

"Why are you whispering? Do you have a girl with you?" She asks.

"Uhm- maybe yes!" Shyaam says looking at the girl who's back was facing him. "I'll call you later. Bye, love you."

Shyaam disconnects the call and keeps his mobile on the bedside table.

"Good morning jaan!" He whispers into the girl's ears as he caresses her naked back.

"Good morning Shyaam." The girls says opening her eyes. She reaches to the bedside table at her side of the bed to grab her glasses. "Who were you talking to?"

"Your sister." Shyaam says as Devi turns to him. "They'll be in Mumbai very soon."

"That's great!" Devi says.

"You know what else was great?" Shyaam asks teasingly. "Both of us. Last night."

NINE HOURS AGO....

Devi inched closer to Shyaam as the opening credits of Game of Thrones start to roll. She had watched the entire series thrice, but nothing gave her the satisfaction of watching it snuggling with Shyaam. The whole weekend they were at Madhav and Shree's penthouse apartment binge watching Game of Thrones as per Devi's wishes.

Devi told Lakshmi that she had to go to Pune for a case that was given to be solved at the law firm she was working in. Shyaam told his family that he had to go to Goa for a friend's wedding.

He wrapped his arm around her waist as he sipped on the beer. His eyes were no longer on the big TV at the living room. The very thought of having Devi snuggled near him made his blood flow wildly. She was wearing her favourite baggy tee-shirt and a pair of denim shorts that left her gleaming thighs to his sight. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun and her glasses were askew.

Devi was intently watching Jon Snow chase Ygritte into the cave.

"Devi." he whispers caressing her thighs. She felt something spasm inside her as her heartbeats escalated as his fingers rested on her thighs.

She turns to find Shyaam's eyes latched on her.

"No, nothing." He says and she resumes watching the show. Shyaam pulls her closer to him and Devi burns with desire. She holds her breath as Jon embraces a naked Ygritte and started to kiss her. Devi draws in a long sharp breath as Jon starts to orally please Ygritte. 

Imagining Shyaam in Jon's place and herself in Ygritte's place made her want Shyaam more. She realised she was growing wet with desire every time she imagined Shyaam pleasing her orally. She bit her lip and drew in a sharp breath.

She looks up at Shyaam and notices his eyes still on her. He was admiring the messy sloppy yet the most youngest and austerest criminal lawyer in Mumbai. Her eyes were candles that burned throughout nigh: a light of passion. He smiles tucking black wisps of her hair behind her ear.

He is startled when she sits up. "Devi, what happen-"

He moans as she straddles him.

"Nothing happened yet. Unless you want to keep it that way." She says winking and takes a sip of his beer. His hands traced their way up her arms. Her arms were busy fondling his jaws and his shoulders. As she leans closer to him; grinding her core against his shorts, Shyaam moans realizing the desire for her had increased within him.

His hands trace their way down her arms. In a quick flash, he grabs a fistful of her tee-shirt and pulls her towards him, sealing their lips together in a fiery kiss. The intensity with which he kissed her mouth made her grip his biceps. She realized that he had been working out too. A frenzied thought of seeing him perspired and without clothes flickered in her mind.

Devi moans in his mouth as Shyaam's hand disappear underneath her baggy tee-shirt. Her fingertips went up his back, feeling his shoulder blades, up and down his spine. Shyaam broke away to pull his tee-shirt over his shoulders. Devi moaned as his head emerged with hair completely messed up and ruffled. He threw his tee-shirt and pulled Devi's tee-shirt above her head.

Devi's fingers were fondling his well-built chest. Her fingers roamed all the way down and stopped at his navel.

Shyaam looks at her black bra and breathes in before slamming their mouths with a much greater force. He hungrily kissed her in caressing, seductive movement. He felt her returning the kiss; her tongue met his in a sweet, caressing way that made him feel all dizzy from joy. He moves closer and presses his body against hers, to feel her as the kiss reaches the extreme limits of passion that made her heart throb in her veins and her breath falters for a mere second.

Devi felt her soul melt, in the way his lips brushed hers, and how he stroked her cheeks. She broke the kiss to catch her breath, while his mouth roamed down her throat to her chest, biting hickeys that would be purple by sunrise.

"I want so many things," he whispers huskily to her. His voice was seemingly dripping with sheer lust.

"I want your soul. Your love. I want to be worth your time. I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to feel your heart racing next to mine and I want to know it is racing because of me, because you want me. Because you never, never want me to stop. I want every second. Every inch of you. I want all of it. I want to shower you with all my love and my passion. I am so desperately in love with you, Devi."

"I love you too Shyaam." She says fondling his chest. "So madly, so desperately. Take me to the bedroom, baby."

He pressed his lips to her forehead before he picked her up and walked inside carrying her in his arms.

"This isn't your first time, right?" He asked teasingly as he unhooked her bra. She shook her head as she remembered about her relationship with her ex boyfriend Ayush. "Then why are you so shy?"

"Because this is our first time, Shyaam. I've never been this nervous." She says feeling the warmth rise to her face.

"There's no need to be nervous." He took off her bra and started feasting on her breasts. They felt soft, like silk covered cushions. He kissed and bit them, till they were moist, and each of them had enough bite marks on them.

Shyaam continued his sensual assault. Her nipples bore the delightful brunt of his fingers and lips. She uttered his name each second and it did nothing but encourage him.

Shyaam moved away for a second to undo his pants, and when he did her eyes widened more than ever. 

"You're so huge! I knew it!" she exclaimed and then blushed after realizing what she said.

"I don't mind." He says and leans closer. "You ready to do this? I brought a whole box of condoms for the weekend. Devi, I love you so fucking much."

"Shyaam, I fucking love you so fucking much." She says as he peels away her pink underwear.

They moaned and gasped throughout the night as they pleased and savoured each other. The pinnacle of their passions arrived unannounced and they exploded into a different universe.

To be continued. . . . 

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Glossary

Amma- Mother

Bhaama- Grandmother

Baava- Brother In Law

Bhabhi- Sister In Law

Kovil- Hindu temple

Idli- is a traditional breakfast item made in every South Indian household. It is form of a soft & fluffy steamed cake made of fermented rice.

Mangalsutra- a necklace that the groom ties around the bride's neck in the Indian subcontinent, during the marriage ceremony which identifies her as a married woman.

Masala Dhosai- Dhosai is a crepe made using fermented rice and lentil batter. Masala Dhosai is one that is crisp, aromatic, flavourful and has a potato masala or spiced seasoned potatoes stuffed in it.

Moong Dal Roti-  Moong Dal (yellow dal) is a healthy Indian comfort food prepared from yellow split lentil (green split gram without skin) and many spices. It is rich in protein and a staple food in India and main source of protein for vegetarians. Serve it with rice and roti for healthy wholesome meal.

Upma- a dish made by cooking dry roasted wheat semolina (rava) in water that is tempered with spices & herbs. Peanuts, cashews, onions, ginger, mixed veggies, ghee etc are also optionally used to enhance the taste