Page 99 of Entangled Vows
But his focus wasn’t on the screen. It was on her.
The scent of her hair, the way her body fit into his like it had always belonged there. His hand drifted beneath the thin cotton of her nightdress without thinking, while his mouth found the curve of her neck. He breathed her in like she was the only air he’d ever needed, holding on far longer than he should.
“We are going to finish this episode,” she warned, her voice already shaky, her fingers threading into his hair as his mouth pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses along her skin.
Vikram smiled against her throat.
“Momo,” he murmured, just before his hand slipped between her thighs, his fingertips brushing the damp heat through the fabric.
“Grizz, no,” she gasped, her hips twitching despite herself. “We haven’t finished even one episode intwo days.”
“So what?” he muttered, stroking her lazily. “The show’s not going anywhere.”
She tried to resist. God, she always did. But he felt the way her body softened. She melted into him like she always did. He hadn’t expected this homebound honeymoon to turn into something so… consuming.
He’d braced for awkward dinners and forced civility. Instead, they’d found a comfortable rhythm.
In the past few days, even the staff had kept their distance, following Vikram’s strict instructions. In the quiet of the house, they’d wrapped themselves in a bubble of stolen moments—late-night movie marathons, early-morning chess games, shared meals, and a slow-burning passion that never seemed to cool. They’d christened every surface of the house, from the library desk to the hallway wall.
Damn, he hadn’t planned for any of this. And now… he didn’t want it to end.
His hand was still between her thighs, coaxing soft gasps from her lips, when his phone buzzed beside them.
“Fuck,” he muttered, glancing at the screen.
Mohit’s name flashed on the screen.
“Shit. Momo, I need to take this,” he said, brushing a kiss to her temple. She let out a frustrated sigh and slid off the couch.
“Ugh. The timing couldn’t be worse,” she mumbled, heading towards the brightly lit kitchen. “I’ll grab some water.”
Vikram caught her wrist and pulled her in, his lips crashing onto hers in a hard kiss that stole her breath. His voice, a low rumble, was firm as he murmured, “Give me a minute, sweetheart.”
He answered the phone, his other hand giving her butt a playful smack as she walked away. “This better be good.”
“Is that how you answer your best friend now?” Mohit’s amused voice crackled through the phone.
“You called just to ask this trivial question?” Vikram retorted.
“Chill out, man. I’m calling to update you. Our London trip is now scheduled for a week later. The partners need more time to put the finishing touches on the paperwork.”
Vikram was relieved to discover he had another week of solitude with Mahika. “Alright. So, we leave after a week.”
“You sound… calm,” Mohit replied, suspicious. “Youdorealise that this delays the final agreement with them?”
“I do.”
“And you’re not even yelling. Who are you, and what have you done with the ruthless Vikram Khurana?”
Vikram allowed himself a small smile. “Maybe it gives us more prep time.”
“Bullshit,” Mohit snorted. “You’re hiding something.”
“Well, just that—”
“Hang on, if this has anything to do with my sister, then shut up,” Mohit cut him off.
“Well, then hang up before I make you hear something you’ll never recover from, dear brother-in-law.”
