Chapter 54

A long chapter to compensate for the long delay in update 😅 I hope you guys forgive me 🙏

Ashiya's PoV:

Luxury greeted me as I entered the room of the five star hotel that Mr. Richie Rich aka my husband had booked for us. There was a round bed with walls painted white, and the roof that looked like it was made of wood but I'm pretty sure it wasn't. There were two sofas just at the foot of the bed, facing the glass doors that gave way to the mesmerising view of the private pool and the sea. It was all too magical to process. One moment, I was in my living room with my laptop, stressing over work, and the next, I was boarding a plane to go to the Maldives.

To say that I was flabbergasted when Ahan broke the news of our exotic holiday to me would be an understatement. I stood with my jaw almost dropped, too stunned to speak. Ahan literally had to pinch me to make me come back to my senses. He didn't even give me enough time to pack a lot of clothes. "You won't be needing clothes for the things we'll do there," he had said with a wink.

I shook my head as I walked to stand near the door. The sea breeze brushed my cheeks and I took my hijab off to let my hair feel the air. I was wearing a sleeveless navy blue jumpsuit with a grey denim jacket over it. I got so lost in enjoying the view that I failed to notice Ahan entering the room. I almost jumped when he hugged me from behind and kissed my hair.

"I hope you like the view," he spoke and I turned to face him, encircling my arms around his neck. "I figured we both needed a honeymoon since we haven't been on one after our marriage, thanks to you."

I giggled at the sarcasm his voice held and made him narrow his eyes. "I love it," I grinned, kissing his cheek, "and I love you." He smirked and captured my lips in a sweet kiss.

We parted when his phone started ringing and he answered. "Yes," he kissed my head silently as he continued the call. His lips then descended to my cheeks, nose and chin and settled on my neck. I was breathing hard, watching him multitask. A gasp almost escaped my mouth but his hand managed to muffle it. He slid down my jacket and bit my shoulder with his phone still against his ear. I let out a cry but it got lost and never made it outside the prison of his palm. After a torture of good five minutes, he finally let me go and disconnected the call. I panted hard when he freed my mouth, and earned a satisfied look from him. He looked proud of the mess he created. "I have some work," his thumb grazed my lips, "I'll be back in an hour or two. If you need anything, call Riddhima. I've sent her contact number to your phone." He pecked my lips for the last time before leaving with a smile.

I had just had my lunch when I decided to call Riddhima to take me somewhere where I could kill time. Ahan was still not back so I had to do something in order to save myself from dying out of boredom.

Riddhima and I went out to explore the beach where we saw people belonging from different races, genders, age groups and ethnicities present. They were all busy devouring the beauty of the place. The atmosphere was relaxing and radiant.

I made small talk with Riddhima and learned a few things about her. She was an East Indian, and the middle child of her parents. She was also the youngest employee in her company. "When I joined the company, there were many seniors who criticised Mr. Rahman for hiring someone so young and trusting someone with basically no previous experience but he didn't budge. He told me that he saw potential in me. He is a great leader. He guides us all like we're his family. It's an honour for his employees to be working under him," she spoke and took a sip of her strawberry mojito. I nodded and smiled as any wife would on hearing her husband being praised. I knew Ahan had great leadership qualities. He was a man of principles. His life was one of discipline. Sometimes I wonder if I even deserved a guy like him.

"Your scarf is really pretty," she said out of the blue and I eyed my hijab. It was brown with floral prints near the edges, paired with a nude pink maxi dress. "The colour suits you."I smiled.

"Thanks," I liked this girl. She sounded sincere. "Not only for the compliment but also for coming out with me. Otherwise I would have gotten bored."

We continued to talk and walk around the place for sometime before Ahan called me to ask where I was. I told him that I was near the beach. In five minutes or so, I saw him approaching me. He was dressed in black jeans, a pastel green tee-shirt. The wind played with his hair as he walked in my direction, making my heart race as if I was seeing him for the first time. A flashback of what happened in the hotel room made the situation even worse and I struggled to hide the blush that I could feel was reaching my face. I turned to look at Riddhima and saw her eyes lowered.

"Good evening, sir," she greeted him like the good employee she was. Ahan came to stand next to me, placing his hand on my behind. I looked at him with wide eyes but he just ignored me. We're in public ffs!

"Thank you for keeping my wife company," his voice was formal. His fingers started caressing me but he kept his posture nonchalant. I was beginning to plan his murder if someone saw us like that.

Riddhima smiled at me and left us. Now there was only him and me. I looked around and saw an elderly couple but they were far enough to not notice us. I suddenly felt a light slap on my butt which made me turn in astonishment to the culprit. He smirked.

"I'll kill you," I threatened but it made him laugh.I glared at him. Soon his eyes softened as he lowered himself and cupped my face.

"You're adorable," his honey flavoured voice did unexplainable things to me. He then kissed me. Slow and smooth, like he had all the time in the world. His lips were soft like petals and so delicate. It was when he tried to deepen the kiss that I remembered where we were.

I pulled back abruptly, wiped my lips with my fingertips. "We're in public," I reasoned and heard a heavy sigh escape him. Then,out of the blue, I found myself lifted up in his arms in bridal style. "Wha-"

"Then let's get ourselves some privacy," he gave me a smile that held sinful promises. And with that, he started walking towards the hotel.

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Ahan entered the room with me in his arms and closed the door with a light kick. He lowered me on the bed and went on to take his wrist watch off. Then, he went towards the wardrobe and opened it. At first I guessed that he was going to take out the packets of protection but what came next totally blew my mind.

It was the black nightie, the one I had planned to wear for him before things happened and I had to cancel it. I thought I had hidden it somewhere far from his reach but I was so damn wrong.

The already small sized cloth looked even more tiny and scandalous in his large veiny hands. I licked my lips as I watched him looking at me. "What's that?" I fake laughed and cringed hard when I realised how bad of an actor I was.

"You tell me," he leaned back and stood against the door of the closet.

"I...I don't understand... ," I rubbed my palms and they felt sweaty.

He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow, as if seeing right through me. "Wear it," he said in a slow but rigid voice. We remained motionless for a moment. The silence was so strong that I would have managed to hear the waves of the sea crash against the shore had I not been busy trying to calm my loud heartbeats. I was sure he could hear them too.

He stood straight and walked towards me as my eyes stayed fixated on his. He took my hand and placed the nightie in it. "Do you trust me?"

My lips parted and I searched for a way that could stop my chest from bursting into flames for I felt an urge to shout and tell the whole universe that I trusted this man with my life, my soul and my heart. I knew I would burn myself if he asked me to and I wouldn't even regret it. I would run east with him towards doom whilst the whole world ran west away from it. He was my shelter,my haven and he was the apocalypse I would love to be engulfed by.

I knew I would never be able to answer his question without losing my sanity so I got up from the bed and stared right into his beautiful orbs. "Don't laugh even if I end up looking funny," I narrowed my eyes at him and he smiled.

"I wouldn't dare."

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and failed to recognise myself. The sleeveless nightie reached my thighs leaving the rest of my limbs on complete display. My cleavage didn't look too evocative but it was still revealing enough for me. I let my hair down to cover a bit of my bare arms. Inhaling sharply, I turned to exit the bathroom and opened the door.

As I stepped out, I felt a cool breeze hit me, making me shiver. The cold was something I hadn't thought about. It would be such a headache if I fell sick trying to seduce my husband. Ahan would probably not look at me if I got a runny nose. I would have to stay indoors and eat boring food while others would enjoy the delicacies of this place. The thought suddenly scared me.

Should I run inside and change? I'm anyway looking like a mess so it's better to save myself from falling sick.

I suddenly felt the heat of someone's gaze and looked up to see a pair of eyes that resembled molten honey. I gulped at the intensity they radiated. They looked so scary but in a very exciting way.

Ahan inched closer to me, slowly and ever so observing, like he was reading me word to word. He stopped and stood just an inch away from me. Taking my face in his hand, he rubbed his lips lightly over mine. "You little tease," his breathlessness was a turn on.

I felt a sharp pain and realised that he had bitten my lower lip and was now smirking. "Tonight, I'm going to make you beg for release."

Hoisting me up in his strong arms, he threw me on the bed and joined me after discarding his tee-shirt somewhere. He literally yanked the nightie off me and ended up tearing one of the straps.

"That was expensive," I protested but he shushed me with a wet kiss.

"I'll buy you ten of those," his husky voice grazed my ears followed by his teeth. I cried in delight as his hands pleasured every inch of my form, making me squirm and wriggle out of restlessness. "What do you want?" You. Only you.

"I want you," I sounded like I was about to cry and felt him smirk against my neck.

Another bite on my shoulder. And then another on my arms. He was enjoying it like a game. "You have me already." He was testing my patience.

"Just take me now!" I exclaimed desperately and knew that it made him proud.

He slowly laid me down on the bed and made his way lower to my chest, my abdomen and then towards the pit of all the heat in my body. "As you command, your highness."

I clutched the sheets and almost jumped as he did his work of pleasuring me. His fingers, his tongue, they did things I had never imagined that I would be exposed to. He ripped apart my curtain of modesty and deluged me with his wicked touch. I could taste the tears of salvation as I trembled in rapture and came undone. He got up with a satisfied look on his face.

"A work of art," he commented, eyeing my wild condition. "It's an honour," he whispered and covered me under himself, "to be the only one to cause and witness this brazen state of yours."

I cupped his face and looked at him. His face, a gorgeous creation of Allah. His now unkempt hair, his broad shoulders, and all of him. He was perfect. He descended his mouth on mine and we kissed. Everything around us disappeared as our lips moved in sync, like we had all the time on earth. We drank each other like we had been thirsty since ages. As if we'd die if we let each other go. He glued himself to me and I pulled him like he would escape if I let him loose.

The kiss broke after what felt like decades and I saw that his eyes had turned dark with desire.

He suddenly rolled me over and grabbed my shoulders. "I'm gonna be rough," he declared but also waited for my response. "Tell me to stop if it gets too much," he added when I didn't say anything.

" Okay," I nodded in nervousness and heard the last proper word of the night as everything that came after was either a groan or a heavy breath taken in the midst of our hungry and passionate lovemaking.

We slept after draining every ounce of strength from each other, with his head resting on my chest, safe and peaceful.

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