"You want your divorce? You can have it. But after you've given me what I expected to get when I married you." Said Nikhil smoothly.

"What are you talking about?" Meeta asked confused at her husband.

Nikhil raised his eyebrows and smiled slowly. "Don't tell me that someone with a Maths degree can't figure out what two and two makes? I want my honeymoon, Meeta."

"I.....I don't know what you meant......" Meeta stammered, unable to tear her eyes away from the harsh lines of his beautiful face.

"Of course you do! I didn't think I was signing up for a sexless marriage when I slipped that wedding band on your finger. You want out now? Well, you can have out----- just as soon as we put an end to the unfinished business between us."

"That's blackmail!" She sprang to her feet. She had looked forward to that wretched honeymoon night so much and now here he was, offering it to her, but at a price.

"That's the offer on the table. We sleep together, be man and wife in more than just name only, and you get to leave an allowance generous enough to ensure that you spend the rest of your life in comfort."

"Why would you want that? You're not even attracted to me!" Said she in confusion all round her innocent head.

"Come a little closer and I can easily prove you wrong on that point." He said with a devilish grin.

Heart thudding, Meeta noted the dark intent in his eyes, and the desire she had shoved away, out of sight, began to uncurl inside her.