A/n: Hey guys, this is my third book. And my First Attempt at trying a genre other than romance.

Let me know your thoughts on it. ♥

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Third person point of view:

Neela knows it's not her dream destination for honeymoon. But Akash once said that he loved hills. So, when Akash said that he has chosen a place for their honeymoon, Neela couldn't refuse even though she prefers sea over hills or forests.

She always dreamt of going to Saint Martin, or any sea beaches for her honeymoon. But it seems like her desire is going to be unfulfilled.

Neela is an orphan. She lived with her uncle and aunt as long as she could remember . Neela met Aakash in a grocery store almost two and half months ago. And they got married yesterday after dating secretly for two months.

She knows that the decision of fleeing and getting married was taken in a hurry. But she didn't need to think twice about it. She's been waiting for someone like Akash since she was fifteen.

He's what you call 'tall, dark and handsome' with lean muscular body.

When Akash proposed her, she couldn't believe her eyes. It was as if her dream came true. The twenty years old girl never stopped thanking the god up above since then.

Neela looks at her husband stealthily. He's driving carefully. The road is quite slippery. It seems like it has rained about an hour ago. Neela keeps thinking about her past as she stares at the passing trees and houses. The trees are thickening as every minute are passing.  . .

"Honey, honey wake up."

"Hmm?" Neela mumbles as soon as she hears a familiar voice.

"Wake up baby. We've reached our destination." Akash says mustering as much sweetness as he can after driving for three hours.

"Let me sleep, please." The wife shields her eyes from the light making her husband chuckle.

"Let's go in, and then you can sleep as much as you want."

"Sshhh. . ."

Akash sighs as he climbs out of his seat. He goes to Neela's side, and opens the door as slowly as possible trying not to make any sound. Unfastening his childish wife's seat belt, he puts one hand behind her knees and one on her shoulders.

Neela shrieks as soon as she feels Akash pulling her to his chest. Holding her bridal style, he walks towards the porch.

"Put me down! Put me down!" Neela whisper yells lest someone hears them, and comes out of the house.

"Why? You don't like me holding you? Akash asks with a mischievous smile.

Neela loves it. She loves the way he's holding her close to his heart. Thanks to her mother, for giving birth to a small child. Now with her petite figure, it shouldn't be a problem holding her for long. Because the house is quite far from the parking lot.

Watching Neela blush, a smirk forms in his lips.

"Someone will see us."

"Nobody's gonna see us. We're the only human here."

"So, you mean there are  ghosts aside from us?" Neela says smiling.

"Maybe." The husband replies going along with his wife's playful remark. "There's a maid who is gonna come in the morning to cook. And a guard who usually stays at the outhouse."

"Oh." Neela replies absentmindedly as she observes the house in front of them. The guest house Akash decided to stay in looks like mansion.

"Are you disappointed that the maid might disturb us while we're making love?" Akash asks raising one of his eyebrows.

Neela blushes again hearing his cheeky question, and hides her face on his neck.

"Don't worry, I'll tell her not to disturb us while we're at it."

At last, Akash lets go of his wife as they has reached the front door. He needs to unlock the door.

"What about our luggage?" Neela inquiries.

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It's so hard for me to write in third person pov.

How was it? I know it's short. But I'll try to write longer chapter if you guys like it. It depends on your feedback.

Do you like the cover? My friend Safana made it for me.

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