Third person's pov

Bhumi was woken up early the following morning and treated to breakfast in bed.

After she'd had a shower, Bhumi found a beautician and a hairdresser awaiting her. Clearly, a strict schedule was being observed.

The professionals took charge and her hair was styled, her nails painted and her face made up. Day before yesterday night, someone had come and adorned both her legs and feet with mehendi. Now they are a rich dark red colour.

She could not escape the surreal sense that none of what was happening really had anything to do with her.

It was not until the wedding lehenga was reverently brought in by one of the designer's assistants that she began to feel involved and intimidated at one and the same time.

Why all the fuss for a court wedding, she wondered?

She wanted a court wedding because she didn't want anything extravagant. She didn't want to get carried away with all the glitters and shimmers of a billionaire wedding. And here she is getting dolled up like a princess.

She was ushered downstairs and tucked into an expensive looking car, the name of which she is unaware of as she isn't crazy about cars and motorcycles like some people are.

So much for being simple!

She was shocked when the car stopped in front of a temple. She could see the paparazzis swarming around the temple to capture the moments of the billionaire's wedding.

Why are they in a temple? Didn't she make it clear that she wanted a court wedding?

She was so busy in her thoughts that she didn't see her soon to be husband walking towards her.

"What is happening, Aryamann? Why are we at a temple? We are supposed to have a court wedding?" Bhumi hissed at him. But he was too busy staring at her.

Aryamann had ordered an extremely feminine and romantic wedding lehenga.

What he had not foreseen was how well the maroon designer lehenga would frame and enhance Bhumi's fair, delicate beauty.

She looked like a fairy princess from an old fairytale novel, and although he wanted to laugh at that comparison he was disturbed by the discovery that he could not take his eyes off her.

"Aryamann, I am speaking to you." Bhumi hissed once again.

"I tried for a court wedding, Bhumi. But my family didn't agree. They wanted it to happen here at the temple." Aryamann said with a shrug and Bhumi shot a furious look at him.

"Smile, Bhumi. People are looking." With that said, he took her hands and led her towards the mandap.

The wedding ceremony began and the pandit started chanting the mantras.

The pandit handed over the mangalsutra to Aryamann and he made her wear it.

Bhumi felt herself shuddering, when she felt his fingers grazing the back of her neck when he was hooking the nuptial chain.

"Sindoor pehnao, Aryaamann." Dadi said and the pandit forwarded the sindoor.

Aryamann took a pinch of vermillion in between his fingers and filled her partition. Bhumi closed her eyes, as she felt something strange running through her whole being.

It was then followed by the pheres.

The ceremony was then highlighted by an exchange of wedding rings. He had got a pair of matching platinum wedding bands, with a single diamond in the centre. He made her wear the wedding band and it complimented well with the solitaire engagement ring.

Afterwards they signed the register as per the rules.

Bhumi was feeling extremely guilty about fooling the entire Mehrotra Family, who did nothing but love her and accept her with open arms. She couldn't help but wonder how Aryamann could deceive his own family. And she was having mixed feelings about having had a proper marriage in front of her favourite deity Lord Shiva.

She felt content and at the same time she felt guilty.

She was brought out of her guilty thoughts by the term 'honeymoon' uttered by none other than her brand new husband.

"Honeymoon?" She wondered out aloud, catching Aryamann's attention who was busy explaining to his family why they can't be coming home for other rituals as they are leaving for their honeymoon directly from the temple.

"She wasn't even informed about her honeymoon, Aryamann??" Ishitha asked, narrowing her eyes at her brother in law.

"That was supposed to be a surprise, bhabhi. Thanks to all of you, I had to break it now," he said, rubbing his hands behind his neck as his surprise had been spoiled.

To say Bhumi was stunned would be an understatement. Why on earth was he taking her on a honeymoon. That too a surprise honeymoon?

"Well, it's time we take your leave. I can't wait to have my bride for myself," he said winking playfully at her in front of the entire family, where the youngsters hooted, turning her into a blushing mess.

Why the hell was he doing this to her? And why the hell is her heart beating at a speed faster than that of lightning?

Oh she very well knew why. Just that she is still in denial.

As Aryamann took hold of her hands and started walking towards their car, she couldn't ignore the tingles passing through her nerves.

"Where are you taking me, Aryamann?" She asked wondering where on earth he was taking her.

"It is a surprise, Mrs Mehrotra." He said.

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Bhumi's pov!

A yacht!

A freaking yacht!

A freaking yacht in the middle of a freaking ocean!

Oh em gee! This is freaking awesome!

I have never been on a yatch before.

After a car ride of two hours, we were dropped off near the shore, from where we got onto a speedboat taking us to the yacht in the middle of the ocean.

"Where is the driver?" I asked him, as I didn't find anyone in the yacht other than the two of us.

"Helmsman Aryamann Mehrotra at your service Ma'am," he said with a salute and my eyes widened in horror.

"You are controlling the yacht?" I asked in worry. I am not sure I am that excited about the yacht anymore.

"Yes," he said.

"You sure you know how to?" I asked doubtfully and he rolled his eyes at me.

"I have had this yacht for around six years now, Bhumi." He said and I nodded.

"You might be tired after today's functions and all. Take a rest. First room to the right is for you. Mine is right across yours. Sleep well. You have to wake up early before the sunrise. As we are going to give a show for the paparazzis. And yeah, wear some sexy yet cosy pyjamas in the morning." He said and I looked at him in disbelief.

"Paparazzis in the middle of the ocean?" I asked in confusion.

"You will be surprised," he said with a shake of his head.

"Wait, I remember you doing all these to please your grandmother. Then why bother giving the paparazzis a show?" I asked, feeling disappointed as still everything is a show for him.

"It was initially for dadi's benefit. But then I thought, why not take advantage of the situation," he said with a casual shrug.

"What advantage?" I asked, looking at him in confusion.

"Last year, one of our clients refused to do business with me as I was single and a playboy. Him, being a grumpy old family man, thinks that bachelors are irresponsible. Now as the news of my engagement came out, he said he is interested in doing business with me." He said and I nodded in understanding.

"Good night, Bhumi," he said, kissing my forehead out of the blue, stunning me.

That gesture seemed more intimate and loving than the other intimacies we shared before.

The last two times, there was only attraction. Now I felt a warmth in his kiss.

I shook my head to dispel all those delusional thoughts.

"Good night, Aryamann." I mumbled and watched as he walked away to his bedroom.

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"Bhumi, wake up."

"Bhumi. It's getting late. Wake up, sleepy head."

"Bhumi."

"Come on. Wake up, kitten."

Someone kept on calling me. If I just ignore them they might go away.

"Bhumi," they screamed.

Maybe not!

"Go away," I said, swatting away the person's hand from my shoulder.

"Bhumi, we are getting late. Wake up."

"Five more minutes, Roohi," I said, snuggling more into my pillow.

I heard her chuckle. Why does her chuckle sound so husky and masculine?

Wait, that is not Arohi.

I opened my eyes and saw Aryamann's face very close to mine and I immediately scrambled backwards due to the shock, and fell off the bed.

I groaned loudly, making him chuckle again.

Aryamann Mehrotra. He chuckled. There was a soft smile playing on his face and it shocked me.

I have never seen him smile before. This is the first time.

I immediately took my phone so that I could take a picture.

Who knows when he will do that again.

As I took the photo he frowned.

"What are you doing??" He frowned.

"Taking your photo." I said in a duh tone.

"Why??" He asked stupidly.

"Oh nothing. You were looking very handsome. So I thought, why not take a picture. That would last long." I said, batting my eyelashes at him and he rolled his eyes.

"Come on. Get ready. It is time for the sunrise," he said and walked out of the room.

I groaned loudly.

How can someone wake up before sunrise? I have never seen a sunrise in my life before.

I got up, brushed my teeth and took a quick shower.

As I looked through my bag, which god knows who packed, I found many sexy nightwear and pyjamas.

Who the hell packed these. I hope not Roohi or Bani. Because if they did this, then no one can stop me from killing them.

I took the most modest one among these and dressed up. Well, comparatively modest among them. It still is revealing and sexy of some sort.

As I walked out of my room and looked around, I heard Aryamann calling me from the deck of the yacht.

I walked towards the deck. I saw him sitting there with a fluffy cosy blanket around him.

Why is he having a blanket?

I got the answer as soon as I stepped on to the deck of the boat. The chilly air caused me to shiver.

Me being the klutz extraordinaire tripped on air and fell down onto the deck.

Well not on the deck, directly onto Aryamann's lap.

Wonderful, note the sarcasm please!

"Oww," I winced as my butt hit his thighs.

"I am so sorry. It is just, you know, the gravitational pull." I said, chuckling nervously and he raised his perfectly sculpted eyebrows at me.

"You know, the gravitational pull. Which Einstein discovered when an apple fell on his head. Seriously, if the apple hadn't fallen on him, he wouldn't have discovered gravitational force. Ha ha. Then we wouldn't know what gravity is. Ha ha, then nothing would have fallen down. Everything would have been floating around, you know. Ha ha," my nervous rambling was cut off when a pair of soft yet firm lips met mine, making me freeze for a second.

What is happening?

My heart started beating at an unusually high speed!

Aryamann's lips were moving slowly against mine and I followed his lead and started moving mine against his. Unlike last time, I was determined to kiss him back.

Third person's pov

Aryamann tilted her head back and nuzzled his darkly shadowed jaw rhythmically against the tender skin of her throat.

She quivered in his grasp, every sense leaping into sudden awareness.

"You are so soft, my love." Aryamann whispered against her throat.

Bhumi knew she had to pull away and respect the boundaries that she knew she needed to impose with him, but the physical ability to resist Aryamann's dark allure was terrifyingly absent.

He was being so gentle and she sensed that that didn't come naturally to him. Her nipples were tingling into straining prominence, sending an electrifying message to the swelling dampening tissue between her thighs.

That sensual awakening was an exquisite pain.

His mouth closed over hers again in a wildly intoxicating kiss.

Fireworks of response blazed inside her, sending her temperature rocketing while her hunger climbed.

She let her fingers sink into his cropped black hair with a muffled moan of satisfaction.

She couldn't get close enough to him. He felt as necessary to her as air to breathe.

The fierce intensity of his hard mouth on hers was devastatingly erotic.

He slid his hand through the gaping neckline of her top and captured a pouting brown-tipped br**st, skilled fingers stroking the velvety tip into throbbing rigidity.

A gasp of response erupted from her as sensation piled on sensation.

He kissed her breathless and her heart was hammering so hard she felt dizzy and clung to him.

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Bhumi's pov!

I tore apart from him, feeling breathless. But he didn't let me go. He started trailing kisses along my cheek towards my jaw and reached my neck.

As he sucked in the skin alongside my neck, a throaty sound which I didn't know I was capable of making escaped from me making him groan.

He placed his forehead against mine and I closed my eyes in bliss.

"It's Newton," he said.

"Huh?" I was still in a daze and looked at him in total incomprehensiveness.

"Issac Newton discovered gravitational force. Not Albert Einstein," he said with a small chuckle and I looked away in embarrassment.

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