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She places a kiss on my left cheek, then right, earning a growl from me.

“If you do this, I might change the plan,” I warn.

She laughs as I place her on the bathroom slab, next to the washbasin.

“Coffee will be ready in 15 minutes. How long do you need?”

“15 minutes is fine. Am I getting anything to eat? My stomach has been growling since midnight.”

“I realized that too. Heard it.”

She pats my chest, giggling again.

“Shut up.”

I stand between her legs, pulling her closer to me, giving her a quick kiss.

“Let’s go out for brunch. I am hungry too and then we will spend the day either in bed if you like or shopping? You decide.”

She batted her eyelashes as if thinking over it, then curls her legs around my waist and leans on my body.

“Can I choose both options? Shopping and then spending the day in bed??”

“I would like that too,” I grin.

One kiss!! Two. Three and then I lose the count.

CHAPTER 39

Jhanvi

Never thought I would find my Prince Charming in the devil I married to. Aarav was a devil to me, someone I loathed and now he’s become the need of my life. It’s been three days since we consummated our marriage, three days since I gave him my heart, soul, and body. Three days since he hasn’t stopped pouring his love on me, three days since I am smiling nonstop. Three days since I feel like I am complete in every sense, three days since I am surrounded by only happiness. Just three days and we have made love to each other like 300 times. Not literally, but it definitely feels like. I always wondered how couples do not tire of making love throughout the day, now I am one of them. I haven’t been able to concentrate on anything apart from my husband. We have roamed the city. I showed him my university, introduced him to my staff at work. We have partied with my friends again, but none of that could compete with our romantic nights. Aarav arranged a candlelight dinner for us two days ago in my favorite hotel and it ended up in us checking in the hotel for that night as we couldn’t wait to drive back home to get hands on each other. Then the next night, we made dinner home and though Aarav helped me cook, we hardly had time to savor it as he took me on the kitchen counter. And last night? He had plans to watch a movie and whilst I was all set on the fluffy couch with popcorns and soft drinks, one touch from Aarav, one tease, one stroke, one lick and one kiss and all we did during that two-hour movie was, ignore the TV and focus on each other’s pleasure.

And this morning I am blushing hard, recalling all these moments. Just in a matter of three days, Aarav has filled my life with infinite memories to cherish.

“Missing me?” Aarav’s husky morning voice fills my ears while his fingers play with the knot of my satin robe and his nose and lips are somewhere near my earlobe, neck… oh now they are on my shoulder. Damn!!. After the shower, I didn’t get much time to wear a decent outfit as I had breakfast to make. I had promised Aarav to cook his favorite Gobi parathas. I know he loved them and the last he had them was when his mother was alive. The place he has in his heart for his mother is special, and I just want to be a part of it. So just like he told me how his mother used to make these parathas, I planned to try too. And now, he is luring me to give this all up and focus on him? Not happening!!

“Aarav, hands off me. I am busy, don’t you see?”

Doesn’t matter how much I scold him, he’s never going to stop.

“You do your work, I will do mine,” he nibbles my outer ear and is about to untie my robe when the doorbell rings. Ahh!! I am lucky.

“Who the hell is that?” Aarav groans in my neck, giving me one more kiss before turning his back to me. My poor husband got disturbed. I hold my giggle and wait for him to check. The door opens, but I don’t hear his voice. In fact, I hear nothing.

“Who is it, Aarav?” I ask loudly but there’s still no response.

I quickly wash my hands, wipe them, and hurry out. One look at the main door and my body freezes.

“Daadi?”

I never imagined Daadi coming to London and that too when Aarav is shirtless in my home, and me in a satin robe, freshly showered and looking thoroughly loved by him, of course. Daadi who glared in shock at Aarav so far now stares at me top to bottom. Suddenly her expressions change from shock to fear and she rushes to me.

“Jhanvi? Did he hurt you? Are you okay? What is he doing here? Is he forcibly staying with you? Just tell me–”

I grip her arms to calm her down.

“Daadi, I am fine.”

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