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"Ahem..." I heard someone cough behind us sarcastically and I pulled away from my man. I turned to look behind me and looking at them, my eyes popped out. I struggled to create distance between the two of us. Yet, Manik was still shamelessly holding me close to him, not giving a damn about anything. I was hell embarrassed. I looked at the ground, withdrawing my hands from Manik and fiddling with the hem of my sleeve.

"Arre... roka kyun? Kitna acchha scene chal raha tha. Main bhi kuch sikh leta dekhte dekhte." Cabir spat, his words coated with sheer sarcasm. I flushed.

"Cabir..." Manik warned, in a dangerous tone. Well, if he thought he could scare Cabir away, he was so wrong.

"Manik, kuch sharam karo yaar. Public place hai yeh! Vaise thodi der wait nahi kar sakte? Itna desperate hai tu?" Mukti giggled and Alya joined along. I didn't like Alya much, right from the start. While I felt everyone else were making attempts to be on good terms with me, I felt her still intervening in my life with Manik.

"‪Kya kiss maarta hai tu, saale!" Cabir gasped in awe and my jaw dropped. I gawked at my husband, hoping he'd cover up for us. Manik cleared his throat, subtly rolling his sleeves up to seem aggressive.

"Cabir... main thappad bhi bahut acchese se maarta hu. Khaayega?" He growled. Manik caught hold of Cabir's shirt, giving him the 'Manik Malhotra' glare. Cabir scrunched in worry.

"Didiiii... apne Bhai ko bachalo tumhare iss violent pati se." He faked a cry and the girls teamed up against me too. Dhruv was more like a non-existent person. He never played dirty pranks, involved himself in Fab 5's lame jokes and was more of the support for everyone.

"Stop it, Cabir! Manik..." I placed my hands on his chest protectively and Manik's face tilted down at mine. I was like a little girl, short and more of a big mouth than anything else. Manik's fiery eyes glued onto mine, innocently gaping at me. It was probably one of the most beautiful moments of my life with him. Probably I was falling deeper in love.

I was the playful one in our relationship, for the most part. He took care of me, pampered me and did everything he could to keep me happy. From the time I knew I loved him, we weren't really serious. Hell yeah, we were cute, adorable and couple goals but yet, we weren't serious. We relied on the fact that our marriage kept us together. We had no reason to bond further and work on our relationship or so I thought.

That moment, just looking into his eyes, I knew I meant the world to him. Just by the blink of his eyes, I could tell what disturbed him. It was not until recently that I realized, Manik and I were getting closer as the days passed. More intense, less that-physical, more passionate, mature and overall, loving more.

Manik released his grip on Cabir. His friends smiled at us, especially Cabir. After all, he knew our petty fights, our lame tricks to get close; in fact, he was our counselor for the most part. Amongst all of Manik's friends, I think Cabir takes the most effort in accepting his friends for who they are. Mukti and Alya still aren't that comfortable talking to me and Dhruv, he never talks. I'd miss Cabir the most.

"Bon voyage, guys! Have a happy and safe trip and of course, enjoy your 'vacation' okay? Come back sore and tired." Mukti winked, after they all hugged us, more formally and for the sake of it, than with concern.

"Shhh..." I blushed as their comment rang in my ears. I'd observed Manik already breathing heavily and almost painfully. His hand sprung onto my waist as he claimed his possession. Me.

***

"Seats 42 and 43, this way Ma'am." The air-hostess signaled with a smile, that I reciprocated with gratitude. My hand grasped my husband's, who was lingering around behind me, lost in thought. I pulled him along with me, to hunt for our seats. 34... 38... 41... 42. There it was.

I stumbled into our seat and rechecked our passport and visa documents to check if they were safe. I made it a point to ensure our cabin luggages had their tags on, too. Manik pushed our two bags into the overhead compartment above our seat and then stepped inside our aisle, to give way.

An old couple were diagonally seated behind us, the old man struggling to put his luggage inside. Many people just walked past that man, even after noticing he was suffering. Manik instantly hopped to their rescue. He pressed the old man's shoulder gently.

"Ek minute... main madad karu aapki?" He asked in the most politest tone. No wonder he was a gentleman. The old man smiled and Manik helped him with the luggage. The lady gave him some words of blessings and Manik smiled. He pointed to me and I gave them a quick, genuine smile. He sat back next to me, smiling.

"Kya hua? Itni hasi kyun aa rahi hai?" Manik was never a guy fond of aunties' or their praises. Yet, the way he was grinning from ear to ear startled me.

"Unhone kuch kaha..." He smiled again and by then, I was quite irritated.

"Kya kaha?"

"Jaanna zaruri hai?" He teased and I rolled my eyes impatiently. That man had the audacity to tease me to no limit.

"Haan. Bolo."

"They said..." He flushed and I gaped at him awkwardly, waiting for him to complete his damn sentence. I nudged him out of his la-la land and waved to get his attention, all in a desperate attempt. "...that we'll have lots and lots of happy babies." He giggled and I widened my eyes.

"WHAT? Isme hasi ki kya baat hai? Aren't you scared? Mera kya hoga?" I shouted, panicking already at Manik's evil thoughts. Shit! I should get onto birth control for the next 2 months at least. Manik's intentions don't seem right.

"Why should I be scared? You'll give me a baby, a cute, chubby little human like you. Just imagine... how heavenly will it be?" He dreamily sighed but that vision horrified me. What do you mean by lots of lots of babies? Was I a baby-making machine to them? God!

"Matlab you won't even be a little worried when I go into labour?" I frowned. I was not pleased with my husband and his stupid ideas, provoked by old people who had their share of gossips with such news.

"Not at all." He smirked, raising his eyebrows. He was a certified moron. I scoffed.

"It'll pain like anything. Tab?"

"I know you're strong. You'll handle it." He pat my hand and entwined his fingers with mine. I fixed my gaze at him, examining him and a small smile formed on his lips. I blinked hazily as I cursed him silently.

"Too much haan?" I punched him, leaning into his protective body, resting my head on his bicep. I stayed that way for a while, playing with his fingers. There were a few instructions regarding safety that were playing in the background but I didn't pay much heed. The takeoff was announced and I was ordered to fasten my seatbelt.

***

"Nandini..." He yelped all of a sudden, and I jumped out of my nap. I woke up to see him flexing his muscles to check if he still had them or something. The atmosphere in the airplane said people were now going to bed. Well, surprisingly, I'd slept for a good 45 minutes.

"Kya hua?" I lazily rubbed my eyes, stretched my body a bit and rubbed my face into his bicep, opening my sleep-deprived eyes slowly. I blinked at him cluelessly for a few seconds, while he was admiring himself.

"Talk to me na?" His nose scrunched adorably when he did that. Whenever he complained or seemed irritated or needed some pampering, that was the expression on his face. Yet, in my sleep, I didn't bother to ponder over it. What was so important over my damn sleep?

"Aise uthathe hai kya? Boyfriends like to see their girlfriends sleep. But no, tum uthathe rehte ho! Bolo kya hai..." I scolded him for being so stupid, sitting up after a bit of writhing around, finding the lost body warmth. He snapped in irritation.

"Tsk. Do I look cute?" He poked my arm, making an innocent face. It was one of those rare moments when he needed me to be with him but I was just so difficult myself. I would just not understand that he needed to be with me, like emotionally secured.

"WHAT? Manik, roles exchanged or what? Women ask these things." I chuckled uncontrollably and he clicked his lips in irritation. His hand fastened around mine swiftly, pulling me into him for my attention.

"No, tell me. Have I grown fat?" He breathed over my face. I was now leaning over an armrest, my hands and face on Manik's chest and my body gathered into a ball on my seat.

"No. You're perfect, okay? Dekho, issi airplane main kitne log tumhe hi dekh rahe hai." I pointed my finger around and then poked it on his nose cutely.

"But tum dekh nahi rahi ho." He nagged, huffing, shrugging his shoulders.

"Ssshhh... Acchha baba..." I covered his mouth as I looked around to see the airplane dimly lit.

"No! You don't love me anymore. Humesha 'Manik, yeh...','Manik voh...'; bahana banati ho mujhse durr rehne ki." He barked in disappointment. I sighed and tried to calm him down. I held his face in my hands.

Insecure guys are cute. They make you feel necessary in their lives.

"Nahi Manik, aisa..." He struggled out and began to cry, not literally but yeah.

"Nahi, aisa hi hai! I know."

"Mujhe bolne doge?" I held his face tight in my hands. He pouted at me sadly.  "Huh?"

"Hmm..." I pecked him on the lip quickly and then adjusted myself in his lap. I bound my arms around his neck, placing one around his neck, on his shoulder.

"Dekho Manik, you're the sweetest..." I tapped his nose softly as he gaped at me in awe. "...cutest..." I pouted, puffing my face up. "...chubbiest..." I pulled his cheek as I animated the word. "...strongest and most adorable husband in the world, okay? Nobody can be like you and that's what I love you for. You're my baby, my bacchha..." I cuddled him up and he breathed a whimper.

"No!" I sighed. He was worse than a kid sometimes.

"Acchha okay, I'm your Nandiboo. Yeah, you can do anything you want with me... but in your limits, in public. Okay?" He didn't respond, and so I grabbed one of his arms and put them around me. Inevitably, the other followed, as he bundled me up in his arms.

"Manik..." I whispered, eyeing his lips. There were only three things about him that had all my attention. His eyes, his lips and the other, I'd rather not mention, for privacy's sake. I aimed right for those lips of his, kissing him slowly yet softly. His grip on me tightened as he began to correspond. I sat with a leg on either side of him, facing him directly with my arms locked behind his neck. His hands slipped under my top, his ice-cold fingers lingering on my warm skin and I moaned at the sudden temperature difference right into his mouth, visibly turning him on. We weren't too loud yet, and given it was dimly lit, it gave us the perfect surrounding to give in to that beautiful kiss. I needed him just as much as he did.

I ran my hand along his chest, down to his stomach and across, to his waist. I curled my fingers slightly, to provide more grip, as I grasped onto his skin. My bun was loosely hanging on the top of my head. I withdrew from him for a second, watching his eyes unravel lethargically. My gaze was steady onto his. I smiled wickedly as he stared into my eyes. I pulled the blanket over us and before he could say anything, I pulled his lips into mine, aggressively showering my love.

"Kiss me to sleep, love." I wheezed against his wet lips, which were claimed sooner than I thought, by the one I loved, above skies and beyond seas.

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Part-2:
We were pretty deep into the make out, if you can call it that when we heard footsteps. But how could it be that in the middle of a desperate kiss, that we could hear it and by any means, actually bother to react?

"Excuse me? Would you like the lights off?" A woman with a deep voice spoke very softly, hoping we weren't asleep I suppose. I pushed Manik off me with a jerk.

"I guess we're in deep trouble now, young man." I grumbled against his mouth and lifted the blanket. The woman jumped back in fright. We'd clearly scared the shit out of her.

"Oops." I bit my tongue in regret and she stood back straight, after a little cackle.

"Geez... I'm sorry..." She smiled awkwardly at us and Manik raised one of his eyebrows, mildly opening his eyes to look at her. He certainly wasn't pleased with the sudden intrusion of the woman. The lady passed a sharp pressed smile and scurried away.

"Manik... you scared her!" I giggled as I pulled his shirt for support, while leaning back. It was really funny, the tension between the two of them. However, I felt a sudden pull and I was back, leaning onto my man, closer than before.

"I love you." He focused his attention onto me and sometimes, those little things he did, which seemed out of the way, they actually were the things I adored the most in him.

The passion, the addiction he has for me, nobody else can have; for me at least. He left me speechless sometimes. Sure, his mood swings were irritating but again, those were what made Manik, Manik. The uniqueness in him was because of that. My Manik.

"Bubby... why you sho cootey coo? Uuh..." I pulled his stubble-less cheeks and adored him like I would adore a toddler and why not, he was a lot like one. I couldn't even imagine him being a Daddy. Like how weird would that be? He's just as immature as a baby would be and handling two of them, a-no-no. He laughed as he grabbed my waist with both his hands and pulled me into him, angling my body so his nose was right above my clad cleavage.

"Why do men obsess over breasts so much? They're not even interesting. They cause so much stress." I mumbled, cursing myself for being born a female. Seriously, males have such better lives. They have no horrible, panic attacks because of periods, no painful childbirth, no unfitting bras, basically their lives are less complicated you see? What's the fancy in bras? They don't even serve the purpose sometimes, you know!

"Ahan? So tell me..." He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, as he placed his face decently away from my 'chest' and I nodded along, accepting that I was paying attention and understanding what he was saying. "Why do women get excited when they see d...?" He raised his eyebrows rapidly a couple of times. I faked a laugh, to sound less apprehensive.

"They don't. Ha. Well, I..." I flapped but all in vain because the moment my head turned away from his face, he knew and even I knew, women... we like it.

"Oh... no no. Stop lying to me, okay?" He smirked devilishly and I frothed with embarrassment. "Maanik, this feels... soo... good! Ahh..." I yawped at how explicit he was about everything. I palmed his mouth shut and gave him the death stare.

"Shhh... stop it! Chilla kyun rahe ho?" I groaned at my husband's immaturity. He really made a scene out of every little thing and the things that he needed to give importance to, he just ignored.

"Shy, are we?" I crumpled into a ball, pushing my face into his chest. "Aww... come to me." He clasped me in his arms, protectively embracing me like I was the most delicate creature on the planet. I laid in his lap, while he ran his fingers through my hair, kissing me every now and then. I wrapped my arms around his waist and placed my ear against his chest.

"Manik..." I called out as I meddled with the stitches of his shirt.

"Hmm..." He watched me from over my head, cuddling me closer.

"After you complete your degree, if you get to work abroad, will you leave me here and go?"

"Well, I'm not sure, babe. If hot girls will be there, of course." He smirked with an annoying expression on his face. How he loved to tease me. I huffed and slapped his stomach.

"Moron. You're an asshole." I cursed, still snuggling into his body. He chuckled loudly and fluttered a kiss onto my head.

"Manik, don't go. I'll be nothing without you. Please?" I pleaded and he embraced me tighter. It was one of those times when I was so needy and desperate for his attention.

"Of course Nandu. You really think I can survive without the scent of your raspberry and shea butter?" He scrunched his eyebrows together adorably and then shook his head himself, answering his own question. I smiled, climbing up his body, to wrap my arms around his neck.

"How did you know?"

"Well, ahem... I know quite a lot about you. For example, your bra size is..." I placed my hand over his mouth, trying to intimidate him with my death glare.

"Behave, Manik." I grit my jaws together, muttering out loudly in frustration. He pulled me onto him and eyed my lips seductively, his eyes darkening and becoming more intense as I gaped at him. I never knew Manik could be like this. This honeymoon could probably reveal a lot more about Manik than I could ever know.

Manik wrapped his arms around my back, running them across each other, grasping me in his tight embrace. I was a little astonished by his sudden gesture. I ran my hands over his thigh, to fetch the blanket and heard him heave heavily. Shit! What am I trying to do?

"Kyah? Ky-a behave? Ab b-bolo..." He breathed against my face. His face was right below mine, angled such that he has the right exposure to my neck and face and more prominently, my lips.

"Ma-" And even before I could utter another syllable, my lower lip was pulled into his. I fluttered my eyes closed, welcoming the warmth of his mouth on mine. My hands tugged one of his shirt buttons, my fingers twirling around them in circles. He slipped his hands into my top again, tightening his hold on me, while dominating. I couldn't believe how addicted we were to each other.

"Don't say anything..." He brushed my hair away from my face, fanning his breath onto me. He placed his hands on the backside of my thighs and pulled me to sit on him. "I-"

"I love you..." I wheezed against his lips even before he could say a word. He smiled or rather blushed, placing me in his arms. We cuddled into his body, him protectively embracing me, running his fingers into my hair, soothing me to sleep. Sometimes, he treated me like I was his child; so possessive, so protective, so loving and so happy. I wrapped a blanket around us and fell asleep on his chest, with him supporting more than half my body.

***

I cringed at the sight of sunlight peeping through our airplane window. I was getting very irritated. Manik's hoodie was over my face, enclosing me in his scent. It was one of a kind. The kind I needed, to put myself to sleep. However, what pissed me off more was that my man was happily enjoying, playing on his phone while I was struggling to catch some Zs.

"Manik, how much time's left?" I poked him for his attention but he seemed too engrossed in his so-called game, he didn't even turn to look at me.

"Still 7 hours, baby." I huffed in annoyance. My patience was being tested. I spent 8 hours doing nothing and I couldn't do that any longer.

"Manik, I'm so bored." I whined, tugging his shirt, pulling him; all in an attempt to get him to look at me. But Manik couldn't even do that much for me. I certainly didn't feel that good. The stale air in the airplane made me sick.

"Hmm..."

"Manik..." I called, inspecting closely to see what he was trying to do.

"Haan..." He pulled his lip into his mouth, biting on it firmly, while continuing his game.

"Manik!" That was it for me. I grabbed the phone from his hands and locked it. Immediately, his eyes shot up at me, giving me a look.

"Kya kar rahi ho? I'm going to lose."

"I'm talking to you and you're ignoring me? I'm telling I feel nauseous but you're not listening to me." I scolded, huffing and scoffing in between to express my grief.

"Come on, Nandini! Nause... wait... Wow! I can't believe what the aunty said has come true in just 6 hours. Nandini, you are one ta-" He gasped, making dramatic face expressions, all in an attempt to mock me. Stupid man.

"Stop it, Manik. I'm going to puke." I slapped him away, trying to actually sound serious. He probably sensed the tension in me because he no longer joked.

"Wait... seriously? Are you fine? Nandini, look at me. Teek ho?"  He placed his hand on my forehead, checking if I had temperature. He touched my cheeks and freaked out. "Nahi. You're getting a fever. Shit!"

I gagged a couple of times and Manik lifted me, gathering me in his arms.

"Okay, listen... You'll be fine." He pressed his lips onto me and I twitched and flinched, all in vain. I knew I was going to throw up.

"Leave me, Manik."

"No way." He nestled me like a baby, like my guardian angel and it wasn't making me feel any better.

"I'm going to throw up, Manik."

"I don't care. Excuse me, miss?" He waved at the air hostess, pointing at me. The woman rushed to us and signaled the paper bag under our legs.

"Use that bag there." Even before Manik can pull it out, a glob of fluid gushed out of my mouth. As disgusting as it sounded, I'd dirtied my man's new shirt. Manik held the bag for me and I puked into it, disposing the cover after I felt better.

Manik just cuddled with me, rocking gently back and forth to soothe me down or something, I don't know. Just his gestures were cute and possessive and I liked that Manik. I cringed at the thought of having puked on his shirt. I looked up into his eyes. 

"I'm sorry." However, he didn't seem to bother about it.

"Are you okay?" I nodded hastily, feeling really guilty for doing that. "Sure na? Feeling better? Nimbu chahiye?"

"Manik, tumhara naya shirt..." I tugged at the base of his shirt but he shrugged it away.

"It doesn't matter."

"Manik, I'm sorry. I feel so horrible. I..." He didn't even let me complete. He jerked me into his arms and I clung to him.

"Look, nothing matters more to me than you, do you understand that?" I analyzed his statement for a few seconds, swimming out of my pool of guilt. "Yes or no?"

"Yes." He smiled broadly and kissed my forehead.

"Nandini teek, toh Manik teek." He giggled childishly. I blinked dreamily, watching his innocent face gleam. He was beautiful.

"Mera Manik teek, toh main bhi teek." I smiled lovingly, watching him as his giggle turned into an intense gaze. "What have I done to deserve you?" He blushed and cringed, shying away.

"Stop it na? You'll be fine, okay? I'll make sure." He fluttered a couple more kisses on my forehead and I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly. I couldn't think there was a cuter couple on the airplane. Manik was husband goals. Everyone's eyes were on us, either admiring us or envying us.

"And I'll take care of you. You're like my baby." I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and he shrugged it off his body confidently, trying to ease the process. I widened my eyes at him, pulling his shirt taut over his body. "Kya kar rahe ho?" I grit my teeth together, grinding them in jealousy.

"Change kar raha hu. Dikhai nahi de raha kya?" He snapped expressionlessly at me and I sighed in irritation. That man sure did have a tendency to show off and it irked me because he was so perfect, every girl must want him in her life.

"Sabke saamne change karoge? Pagal ho tum?" I flicked my hand over his head helplessly. He gawked at me for a moment or so, and then that expression changed into a small smirk.

"Tumhari wajah se." He winked, trying to flirt with me. I flushed into a deep shade of red. Sometimes, his words just caught me off-guard. I stood up, signaling him to follow me. I stood on my tip-toes, trying to pull out a shirt from his cabin bag above, but I was clearly struggling; all thanks to my height. Manik obviously paid no attention to the people around and just lifted me, to help me out.

I didn't protest further because I knew there was no point in doing that. Manik loved PDA and there was nothing that could stop him from it. Besides, it's just a gesture that he truly loves me so, I'm fine with it. I pulled one out, asking Manik to put me down; surprisingly he obeyed.

I saw a lot of people looking at us, and Manik just not caring about the world around him. I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bathroom, and he followed without protesting. I pushed him against the bathroom door and locked it from inside.

"Agar aisa hai toh... kuch log pagal hi teek hai." I leaned onto him, pushing my body into his, in an seductive attempt and he locked eyes with mine, his lips parted, the perfect startled expression. That one moment of eye contact sparked our chemistry.

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