(A/N: Hey. So I have exams starting tomorrow and also I was on a vacation so hence, the update was delayed. I'm so sorry and I know I make a lot of excuses but kya karun? 🙈 Thanks for being patient though. Means a lot to me. So because of my busy schedule, I'll post a part daily, but they'll be very short. Hope it's okay. ☹️ Tons of love. Thanks again.
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"Manik, we're finally here!" I gleed, as I looked at the city through the windows of the aerobridge. Supposedly, the airport was called Tullamarine Airport. Well, that was some information. I was so excited, I'd practically done a makeover before the landing, so that we looked fresh and happy.

"For the first time, without those lame bangles, you look like a perfect foreigner." He whispered closely into my hair. I slapped him and giggled as I stepped my first step onto the city. Well, practically, it was! I was blown away at first sight.

"Excited, are we?" I adjusted my camera and clicked pictures of the city from there, marking it as our first step into Melbourne; almost ignoring Manik's words. I was completely in awe with the country. From above those skies, it looked just as beautiful. India was altogether a different experience, I couldn't compare them. Manik stood on the opposite side of the aerobridge, smiling at me while I focused at getting perfect pictures, to add to our travel journal.

"Excuse me? Could you click a picture of us?" I asked a random passerby and he politely obliged to do so. I handed my camera over and ran over to Manik. "Thanks. Manik, aao yahan jaldi." I grabbed his arm and pulled him along with me. My man yawned and followed me like a puppy, clutching my hand tight.

I wrapped my arms around Manik's arm, smiling wide for the camera and almost immediately, he became alert. Of course, what could you expect from a man like Manik, who's just waiting for a chance to display his love for me. He grabbed my waist protectively and pulled me into his chest. The flash on the camera blinked. 

"Thank you so much!" Manik took the camera from the man, tapping his shoulder in gratitude.

"Haha... no problem mate! Welcome to our country. Have a happy vacation."

We smiled and left to get our baggage and security check done. Standing in those long queues were irritating but troubling Manik, messing with his hair and hanging out with him made things smoother and less crankier for me. Given he was always there, to lift me and do things for me when I was lazy, I always had backup. As soon as we left the airport, a taxi arrived to pick us up. We hopped into the backseats.

"So aaj ka plan kya hai?" I flapped at him and he cringed.

"Aaj hum jaayenge hotel main, unpack karenge, nahayenge, khaayenge aur so jaayenge!" He paused to dramatize the 'schedule' that I was always obsessed with.

"Kitna bakwaas plan hai!"

"Aur kya karogi tum?"

"I want to go out, explore. Not stay here and sleep." I was pulled with a jerk, my hands landing on his lap. I widened my eyes at the sudden intimacy.

"Well, wifey, if you have forgotten, let me remind you... we're here for our honeymoon. Honeymoons are for couples who want privacy for what?" He murmured seductively against my lips, targeting them and approaching them with haste. I placed a hand in between the two of us and pushed him away.

"Stop it!" I chuckled and he sighed.

"Aur vaise bhi, tumhari tabiyat teek nahi hai. Strain mat karna tum."

"Meri tabiyat teek hai. Manik, tum..." I stopped my sentence when I saw Manik's focus shifted somewhere behind me. I turned back out of sheer curiosity, only to be damn embarrassed.

"Wow! What a sight!" He breathed and I gaped at him. He was literally admiring a couple making out in public, on a park bench.

"Chee Manik!" I slapped his cheek in disgust and he frowned, being disturbed by me.

"Kya? Humare desh main kahan aise cheeze public main hoti hai! Kaash hume bhi kuch mil paaye!" He spoke the last line almost inaudibly and I gasped loudly.

"Desperate!"

"Desperate? Me? Oh really? Plane main kaun mujhe seduce karne ki koshish kar rahi thi? Air hostess na?" He teased and I flushed. He played with his fingers along my waistline, making me giggle and instigating me to nudge in.

"Bolo? Chup kyun ho?" I held onto his shirt, catching my breath.

"Tumhare hormones humesha active hote toh main kya karu?"

"Yeah whatever." He shrugged and pushed his head onto the window, fixing his gaze on the opposite side. I bent a few times and nudged him a few times to get him happy but he was not giving in that easily.

We reached the hotel and found our room on the 8th floor. It was a lavish room, with a little kitchen, a balcony connecting the kitchen and bedroom and a big bathroom. Manik bent to put our bags on one corner of the room and I hurried and tightened my arms around his waist, from the back.

"Okay take a shower and..." I gripped him tightly, closing my eyes to feel the proximity. "...kya kar rahi ho?" He heaved controlling his voice.

"Yeh toh humara bedroom hai. Yahan I have all the rights to touch you wherever I want. So..." My hand traveled south and lingered around his belt.

"So..." Manik instantly sensed what I was trying to do.  "Nandini... what are you..."

"Shh..." I placed my other hand on his mouth, palming it shut. I tiptoed to reach somewhere around his ear.

"Kiss chahiye tha na? Le lo... my lips are all yours." I whispered sexily and he breathed heavily. Manik and his hormones.

"Mu-mujhe nahane jaana hai..." He shrugged me off quickly and I chuckled at his amusing behavior. He and I, we were a perfect couple. I dug my head into his back, snuggling into him. When he gets angry, I have to keep my calm regardless of how irritated I am and when I get out of control, he has to deal with me, no matter what; if we had to keep this relationship going.

"Really?" I smirked as I challenged him into something that was totally contradictory to his actual aggressive yet passionate nature.

"Hmm..." That response was enough for both of us to know his temper won't last long henceforth. The only option left to cheer him up was to seduce him and that too, at the right time.

"Pyaar karo mujhe." I requested, almost in a plead and that certainly didn't go well with him. He never liked his love for me being challenged and given it was so nakedly put forth, he didn't like it. He grabbed my arms with a jerk, pulling me back into my senses, out of my supposed dream.

"Karta hu toh!" He scowled at me furiously, trying to engrave the words into my damn head and in an attempt to threaten me so that I would never think such things again.

"Not that love..." I pulled him by his waist onto me. I walked backwards until the bed hit me under my knees. With a jerk, I fell, pulling him over me. He lost balance and fell with a thud, his arms supporting his weight. I tilted my face to meet his lips. "...this type of love." I whispered as I slid my hands under his shirt. He smiled, cuffing my hands on the bed, he kissed me.

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Part-2:

I woke up early the next morning, so damn hungry. Manik and I had slept the previous evening after a weary journey without having dinner or anything of that sort. I turned to my side, opening my eyes slowly, registering my husband's face next to mine.

Inevitably, a smile appeared on my face. That was what he did to me. Just the mere sight of him made me happy. I ran my fingers through his soft hair, that was flying because of the breeze of the air-conditioner, caressing it affectionately.

"Manik..." I blew on his forehead, softly imprinting my lips onto his skin. He moved in his sleep, rubbing his nose on my exposed cleavage, staying that way after being assured of my presence. Just then, my eyes fell on a mark. Manik had extensively marked my body his and looking at those marks made me feel hopeless. They sure didn't hurt but who wanted to see deep-red marks every single time?

Now other girls and women would be happy to see 'love-bites' but it creeps me out. How can you be happy about marks that you can't even conceal? It's not even something to show off, like what will other people think? Why the hell was my husband such an animal? He didn't even try to be a little careful with me. Sometimes, he brought the worst in me. I groaned in despair and nudged him to wake up. That man though, he didn't even budge. He nuzzled into my cleavage and smiled in his sleep, that pissed me off more.

"Manik Malhotra..." I growled in extreme frustration, trying to warn him in a rather dangerous way. He continued smiling and getting closer to me, no matter how much I tried to get away.

"Hmm..."

"Punjabi ho?" It was such a ridiculous question but that was how I had to start off, so that I could screw that man big time for doing this to me.

"Hun toh! Tum bhi ho Punjabi ab. Mere biwi jo ho. Hehe..." He chuckled nervously with his eyes still closed, constraining my body under his, gripping my waist with his long fingers.

"Not funny. Are you going to say something about this?" I pushed his chest instantly, trying to distance him from me. He giggled dreamily.

"Yeah, it was sexy."

"Excuse me?" I scowled, shouting at the top of my voice and Manik hissed irritably, grabbing my hand and waist and pulling me onto him while I shook my head and wiggled, allowing my hair to cover us.

"Shh..." He palmed my mouth while grasping my waist, gazing into my eyes deeply. "This feeling is beautiful..." I gaped at him for a few moments, completely blank mentally. After registering his sentence, I flushed and turned away, bringing him back to this world. His grip loosened around me as he looked everywhere but me, gathering the words to shut me up. "Stop screaming and sleep now." I huffed angrily and whined again.

"Shhh..." He tapped my eyes, signaling me to close them, ran his fingers along my face and placed his hand where the other lingered, wrapping my petite figure. "Chalo. So jao." He pat my head in an attempt to make me sleep and looking at that cute face of his, I gave in as he welcomed me into his arms.

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"Haan bol bhai!" I just exited the bathroom, wrapped in a towel to get my clothes when I found Manik on the phone.
"Kaisi hai meri bhabhi. Phone do usse."
"Nahi, jo bhi baat hai, mujhse bolna. Allow nahi karunga main." It didn't take me a minute more to know who had called. Manik had shifted the call to speaker mode.
"At least uski awaz toh sunne do. Zinda hai na bichari?" I giggled, laughing at his sense of humor. Manik shot a deadly glare at me, while there was a moment of silence on the line, warning Cabir of the consequences. "Nahi matlab, wild animal ke saath hai toh..." I was having fun and I decided to play along. Teasing Manik was so much fun.
"Haan Cabir, your brother is so aggressive you know? Aaj na..." Manik grabbed me with other arm, shoving me into his chest to shut me up.
"Okay shut up!"
"Nahi bolne do. I'm all ears, Nandini." Cabir squealed. Manik raised his eyebrows challenging me and I whined.
"Now he's making faces at me. He's trying to scare me."
"I knew it." Cabir growled and Manik pulled me, his hand wandering about my towel knot. I gasped and he smirked.
"You know what? I'll call you later." He shouted into the phone, cutting the call and shoving it on the bed.
"Oye..."

"So now you're complaining about me to Cabir? Seriously? Do you know the consequences you will have to face, Nandini?" He shot a sly smile, walking forwards and me stepping backwards, until the wall hit my back.

"Then what? Look at this. Kabse puch rahi hu aisa kyun kiya but you're not even replying to me." I tossed my hand right in front of my face, pointing to the skin a few inches away from elbow. His gaze immediately focused on the mark as he ran his fingers delicately over the mark. He looked back into my eyes, his eyes filled with regret.

"Jaan buchke thodi na ki maine kuch bhi." He frowned. He was sorry, but he wouldn't apologize for it and why would he? If he actually took the courtesy to apologize, I would use that chance to scold him further. He was playing smart.

"But..." And I felt a strong tight hold on my waist. He closed in against me, slamming his other arm on the wall behind me, trapping me in his confines. He looked so sexy like that, I couldn't help but lean into him. I trembled nervously, running my hand along the hem of his tank top, clasping it for futile support.

"At least itna toh pata chal gaya tumhe how much I love you." He approached my lips slowly and I'd shut my eyes closed, in anticipation. "Mujhe toh pata bhi nahi, hope bhi rakhni chahiye ki nahi..." He whispered against my lips, as he let go of my waist. My eyes fluttered open in a millisecond and I stared at him awkwardly. He stepped back, removing his hand from the wall. I walked towards him, slipping my finger under his vest-strap, twisting it to pull him closer.

"Aise kyun bol rahe ho?" I gave him a dangerous look. He seemed upset though. He'd plastered an expressionless face onto him. "Are you pregnant?" I giggled and he shrugged my hand off.

"Stop it. I'm upset. You're making fun of me." He picked his phone again and tried to act busy with it. I snatched the device from him and flicked my fingers under his chin to look at me.

"Acchha toh, what happened. Tell na?" He took a breath and then began his rant.

"The other day you said you love me and you'll play racing with me, but you didn't even come after that." He nagged and I chuckled, hiding it with a cough after being glared at.

"You wanna play racing na? Come we'll play."

"But how? PlayStation toh ghar main hai!"

"Yahan bhi hoga koi arcade ya kuch. Chalo. Get ready, we'll go!" I tapped his shoulder and he smiled wide, the smile reached his eyes. He was one cute soul.

"Sacchh main?" He gleamed, charming as ever and I fluttered a kiss onto his cheek.

"Yes, bubby." He pecked my lip softly and his fingers traced the mark I'd shown him, while I was busy searching for places on his phone.

"Docklands main there's a F1 racing thing. We'll go?" I looked at him for approval to see him lost. His thumb was drawing circles around my love-bite. "Manik?"

"I promise I'll never hurt you again, Nandini." He whispered, in sheer bliss. He didn't even try to make eye contact. He was so guilty, it hurt my heart.

"Manik, tum kabhi mat kehna ki main tumse pyaar nahi karti hu. Nothing hurts more than that feeling of yours." I spoke in a meek tone, and he shook his head. His hands cupped my cheeks and he closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry." His lips searched for mine eagerly. I smiled to myself as I initiated our short and sweet moment yet again. "Get ready, we'll leave."

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(Another part will be up real soon. This part was supposed to be out yesterday but lame technical issues deleted my entire part and half of the previous one too, if you noticed, I had to rewrite the some parts of the end scene.
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