Chapter 9

( Shivaay )

Oh, she was a player. My doubts got clearer. The way she initiated the touch game. The way she responded to the kiss. The absence of any resistance or hesitancy. It only turned me on further. Not to count out the way she looked at my lips. I swear no woman had ever looked at me like that. 

Her mouth tasted absolutely delicious to me. It was an insane mixture of hot and cold. With a strawberry tinge to the flavor. I had never thought my first kiss would turn out so sexy and out of box. We were sharing our first kiss, in between the waves of a beach on a pleasant breezy morn. I craved for more intimacy. She was a woman I wished to know every bit of, both inside and out. 

I was in for a surprise when she pressed her lips against mine once again. Oh, the bold beauty in my arms would prove to be end of my patience. I parted my lips and allowed her assault.

She possessed magic, for my senses were seduced and my hands moved over her waist as she kissed me passionately. Like we had dine it million times before. Oh, my anticipation grew. My patience was dwindling, my spirit wanting for more. I needed her. 

She broke apart, breathing heavily. Her eyes closed and lips fanning my nose. Her mouth was a furnace that blew hot breaths. I couldn't take my eyes of her serene face. Our eyes met when she opened hers. Slowly a blush colored her cheeks. Temptation to touch her cheeks sprang up within me. I didn't know whether she had already give me the right to. But, for once I wanted to do what I urged for. I did just that. Slowly my finger grazed her cheek. She gasped and drew her face backwards. Slowly her arms left my shoulder. She looked away. Was she still not ready to take our marriage to the next level? But she had been hinting at it, hadn't she? Maybe she needed more time? As long as the wait did not kill me, I was willing to wait.

"We should head back. Its getting colder." I suggested. Of course it would be cold, we were more than seven inches far already. 

"Yeah." She said in a small voice. 

Holding hands we walked out of the water. Slipping on our slippers we walked back in silence. Our hands intertwined. None of us wanted to leave.

With every breath I took, I relished what we shared. How could it be possible? For someone to become such an essential part of me so fast? I was aware of my slowly growing possessiveness towards this stranger. I liked to spend time with her. I loved to share everything with her. Things I wouldn't tell my brothers also. I was okay with her pin pointing my flaws or shortcomings.

I was okay with her thinking I am stupid. I was okay with being myself inclusive of all the stupidity, around her. I felt something different that I had never before. 

She was silent all along. For once I did not want to think about what she could be thinking. I was lost in that world we had been to minutes before.  I was so lost in that newly explored feeling, that I hadn't realised we reached the cottage. Only when she asked for the keys, I did. 

In utter silence I entered after her, finally aware of the world around. I made it a point to shut the door. I had barely turned after shutting the door than she offered me a towel. "Thank you." I smiled. I liked the way she cared for me. I started wiping my hair looking at her. She was engrossed drying her neck, then arms, finally hair. Her eyes met mine. This silence was complicated. It was churned with serenity and anticipation. But, all I wanted to make sure was, she was okay with what happened. I did not want to freak her out with the intimacy. 

I was flabbergasted on the fact that she had left everything, her home, her parents, her life to settle into mine. Yet she had no complaints and was settling like water in our lives. The least I could do was make sure she was happy and in no way uncomfortable. 

"Anika." I began in a soft voice.

"Hmm." Her response was so musical to my ears. Was I beginning to fall for her or something? Everything about her suddenly seemed to grow enchanting. Her voice was enthralling, her look mesmerizing, her eyes captivating and her presence spellbinding. 

I walked over to her. "I...I..mean... What happened... I .." Oh. Where were the words lost? They did not seem to be found. 

She smiled, and pressed her lips against mine in a kiss.  I blinked. Questions felw out. Desires came flying in. "You are okay, right?"

She giggled. "I am your wife." 

I was blown over with that confidence. The trust that she had on me. The way she associated herself with me. My overwhelming senses couldn't hold on. I pulled her slightly into myself. I let the towel slip off my hand and cupping her face kissed her. She moaned at the sudden act. I chuckled mentally. My tongue found the way to hers. Oh, this was beautiful. Very beautiful.

I needed more the more I kissed. She was responding crazily well. Her hand around my neck. Her head tilted. Her chest heaving against mine. More, pray more, my body craved. 

I pushed her slightly to the couch. Her eyes were blazing. She would kill me soon. I slowly leaned over her. Gazing at her. Were we possessed or something ? I never thought I could be so desperate. I looked into her eyes. What power did she had into those? What was she doing to me? What drew me to her?

My questions didn't last, for she impatiently pulled my face down, to make our lips meet. 

Things became hotter. I kissed her wildly. We were moaning. I had not the slightest clue that our voices together could sound so luring. Curse that loud ring of the phone that mad EU's realise we were two different people, and not one body. She blushed to a crimson red as though sinking in what we had been doing. The strap of her dress, hung loose around her shoulder. She corrected it, looking embarrassed. I turned to answer the call, did I do that? A pride and a certain embarrassment grew together. She would throw out of the window all the tameness, I had nurtured for years. 

It was Omkara. There you go, he had called to check on if we weren't involved in scandalous activity around the cottage. God, this man! I had clearly told him that me and Anika weren't intimate. But he was bent upon the fact that I was lying. I cursed him in a hushed voice while in a louder voice I told him we were getting ready for the function. Once we get back home, I m so dealing with him for this nonsense. He laughed at the other end, "Okay me and Gauri are just coming!"

Let him get married, I will see to it how he is not disturbed or kept away from his wife. Serves him well for annoying me. 

I turned back to realize she had slipped into the washroom. I smiled widely throwing myslef on the bed. When would this function get over and when would we get back home!

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She snuggled into me as we lay on our bed, this time under a single duvet.  I kissed her forehead slightly, she smiled in almost sleep. The morning's function and the drive back home had left us exhausted. Then there was this new found feeling that was growing on me. While she had excitement of the new job on her mind. Sighing I slept. Life was changing color and I was loving every not of  it. Which idiot had once told me marriage was a curse and end to life? Whoever, stupid man! 

It is so terrible to sign off. 😞

Anyways as all good things come to an end, this has to as well. Last update next.

Looking forward to thoughts on this part. I know there would be a certain question lingering in your head about the last installment. Let it be! ;)

-Anami!