After a peaceful walk by the beach, Aryan and Sanju returned to their private resort. They finished their quiet dinner, and Aryan settled on the couch with his laptop, opening a call to Ranjith via internet while Sanju disappeared into the bedroom.
The screen blinked to life.
“Hello, sir,” Ranjith greeted.
“Hi Ranjith, how are things going on?” Aryan asked, his tone calm but sharp with attention.
“Everything’s as per plan, sir. No doubts as of now. The couple are just staying inside the resort.”
“Hmm… good, Ranjith. Take care. I’ll call you tomorrow,” Aryan said, his voice satisfied.
“Okay, sir. Good night.”
Aryan ended the call, closed his laptop, and made his way to the bedroom. The lights were off except for the soft glow of the night lamp. He gently closed the door behind him, his eyes searching for Sanju.
Just then, the soft click of the bathroom door knob drew his attention. He turned—and froze.
Sanju stepped out, fresh from her bath, her damp hair dripping tiny beads of water onto her shoulders. She was wearing the red satin nightdress he had secretly packed. It fell just to her knees, sleeveless, delicate, and absolutely breathtaking. Her eyes were shyly cast to the floor, and her hands nervously fidgeted with the hem of her dress.
Aryan’s heart skipped. His pupils dilated as he took in the sight. Slowly, he walked to her and gently took her hands in his. Without a word, he led her to the mirror. Standing behind her, he looked at their reflection, while she kept her eyes glued to the floor, cheeks tinted with pink.
“Wifey… look at the mirror,” he said softly.
She shook her head from side to side.
He gently lifted her chin with his fingers and whispered, “Do you like it? If not, go and change. I won’t force you to do anything just for my sake.”
“I like it,” she whispered, barely audible.
He smiled and leaned closer, whispering into her ear, “All the beautiful things in the world put together would be nothing in front of you. You are gorgeous. You have me wrapped around your little finger.”
His arms slid around her chest, pulling her into a warm embrace as he kissed her ear shell. She leaned back into him, her eyes closing in surrender. Aryan ran his fingers through her hair, inhaling the floral scent from the crook of her neck. She tilted her head, offering more of herself, trusting his touch.
He gently traced her waist with his fingers, lifted her into his arms, and laid her on the bed. He lay beside her, eyes locked on hers, which immediately darted away in a flustered response.
Turning her to face him, he kissed her cheek softly, then trailed kisses to her jawline, her collarbone, and lower, until he reached the top of her chest. He then pulled off his tee, tossed it aside, and hovered over her, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. His mouth moved hungrily over hers, their tongues dancing, merging, claiming.
His hands mapped every inch of her, learning her curves, memorizing her responses. Her nails pressed into his shoulders, holding him close, her breath shaky and deep.
He slowly slid the strap of her nightdress down her shoulder and pulled the satin garment over her head, revealing the lingerie he had chosen for her. His breath caught.
“Exquisite would be an understatement… You are Aphrodite,” he murmured, eyes filled with admiration and raw desire.
He showered her exposed skin with kisses—each one slower than the last. Down to her toes, his lips marked a trail of reverence, moving gradually up her thighs. She pulled him closer, flipping him beneath her. She kissed every part of him—his face, neck, shoulder, chest—until her lips found the mole on his chest. She kissed it deeply, knowing exactly what it did to him.
With a growl of desire, Aryan rolled them again, placing her beneath him. He tore the last of her lingerie in a swift motion, freeing her completely. His clothes followed, discarded in seconds.
His mouth moved over her, worshipping, tasting. He cupped her breasts, his lips teasing, biting, sucking. And then—he entered her.
Their bodies became one, moving in sync, the rhythm unspoken yet perfect. Her moans melted into his kisses as he silenced her cries with his mouth. The heat built, swelled, and finally, they reached the peak together—shuddering, trembling, clinging to each other.
He brushed aside the strands of hair that clung to her sweaty face and kissed her forehead.
“I love you, sweetheart.”
“Love you too, Aryan. I love you so much,” she replied, her lips pressing softly against his forehead.
Their foreheads touched, their breaths mingled. After waiting for her body to calm, Aryan moved out and lay next to her. Both were panting, glistening with sweat. He pulled her close, wrapping her tightly in his arms and kissed the side of her head.
They rested, still tangled in each other, until Aryan gently carried her to the bathroom. Under the warm cascade of the shower, their bodies responded again, surrendering to each other’s need until they were completely spent.
Nearly two hours later, Aryan emerged from the washroom, holding Sanju in his arms wrapped in a bathrobe. He laid her on the bed, her limbs heavy with exhaustion.
“I’m exhausted,” she mumbled, eyes half-closed.
“Let’s sleep,” he said gently.
He covered her with the duvet, settled beside her, and pulled her into his embrace once again. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he whispered, “Good night.”
“We’re supposed to say good morning in a while,” she murmured with a sleepy smile.
“We’re not going anywhere today. Sleep as much as you want.”
“Hmmm…” she sighed, resting her head on his chest.
They drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, lost in the peace of the night.
Morning light filtered into Maya’s lavish living room, but her mood was anything but bright. Frustration was etched across her face as she sat on the couch, legs crossed, her phone resting uselessly on the armrest beside her.
She hadn’t found a single way to sneak into the secluded resort where Aryan and Sanju were staying. The place was locked down tighter than she expected. No leads. No movements. No mistakes.
“ Is there a rule that they must be locked in the room just because it’s their honeymoon? Can’t he live without her for a second?” Maya thought in her mind.
A maid quietly approached with a tray of hot coffee, hoping to appease her furious mistress. But before the tray even fully settled on the table, Maya shoved it away. The cup toppled, sending steaming coffee splattering across the floor.
“Get lost. Don’t come in front of me unless I call you!” Maya snapped.
“S-sorry, madam,” the maid stammered and scurried out.
Without wasting a second, Maya picked up her phone and called the man she had assigned to track Aryan.
“Hello? Did you get anybody working inside the resort?” she asked sharply.
“No, madam,” the man replied. “Everyone’s been asked to stay in. No one has come out so far.”
“He has made so many safety measures, is it?” she scoffed, gritting her teeth.
She immediately cut the call and dialed Pradeep next.
“Tell me, Maya,” Pradeep answered.
“Aryan doesn’t come out of the resort!” she barked.
“Of course, he won’t. Maya, they’ve gone on honeymoon. Why would he come out?” Pradeep replied her.
“Shut up, Pradeep. Just find some way to get Aryan out of the resort for some time.” Maya screamed out of frustration.
“That’s impossible, Maya,” Pradeep said, his voice as cool and composed as ever.
“Why?” Maya snapped, frustration flaring in her tone.
“They’ve gone completely offline,” he explained. “No mobile phones, no communication. The resort itself is cut off from the outside world. We won’t be able to contact him until he returns.”
“When is he returning?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.
“Maybe in another two days.”
Maya’s expression darkened, her voice turning venomous. “I thought of killing only her… but if he’s going to be this mad about her, then I’ll kill both of them. I’ll wait until they leave the resort.”
There was a pause on the line before Pradeep replied quietly, “Okay.”
Maya ended the call and flung her phone across the room in pure frustration. She then contacted her men and ordered them to begin planning the assassination of Aryan and Sanju the moment they stepped out of the resort.
Meanwhile, Pradeep called Ranjith and relayed the dangerous news.
“Hmm… I expected this, Pradeep,” Ranjith said grimly. “Now we need to keep that couple safe.”
“Just plan for it, Ranjith.”
“Sure. Also, our security head will be at the office to inspect Maya’s cabin. We need to confirm that she hasn’t set up any hacking equipment.”
“Okay. Let me know once he’s there. I’ll join you to check on it.”
“Sure, Pradeep. I’ll try to be there. If not, you take care.”
“Okay, Ranjith.”
Back at the resort, the warm rays of sunlight peered through the curtains. Sanju stirred gently, her arms wrapped around Aryan’s pillow. She was alone on the bed, wrapped in the soft duvet. Yawning, she slowly got up and headed to the bathroom.
After a refreshing shower, she emerged wearing one of Aryan’s shirts that barely reached her thighs. As she stepped out, the savory aroma wafting from the kitchen caught her attention.
Drawn toward it, she found Aryan inside, wearing only a pair of shorts, his upper body bare, confidently tossing vegetables in a pan.
“Good afternoon, wifey,” he said without turning around.
“You didn’t even look at me! How did you know I was behind you?” she asked with a smile as she hugged him from behind.
“Do you think I wouldn’t recognize your scent?” he replied, turning and pulling her to the front. He kissed her forehead before lifting her effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, his arms caging her in.
“My shirt looks beautiful on you,” he murmured. “But I want my shirt back. Give me.”
“Are you kidding?” she gasped, clutching the shirt tightly.
“No ma, I’m serious. Give my shirt, or I’ll take it,” he said, biting his lip with a mischievous grin.
Her eyes widened as he chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment.
“Fine, don’t return it. But you look so beautiful, and that beauty should be appreciated… only if I do something to you.”
“What do you want to do?” she whispered.
He leaned forward and bit the top button of the shirt, pulling it away with his teeth. He buried his face in the opening and pressed a kiss to her chest, then looked up at her with a smirk.
“First, let’s have some food. Then, we’ll continue.”
“You’re becoming naughty and too wild, Aryan.”
“Especially for you,” he winked.
“Tell me, what have you cooked?” she asked, trying to change the topic while hiding her blush.
“Hmm… veg au gratin, blueberry pie, white sauce pasta, and strawberry milkshake.”
“Wow! But why so many?”
“My wife is very tired and needs a lot of energy,” he said with a teasing smile.
He lifted her again and carried her to the dining area.
“Sit down, sweetheart. I’ll get the dishes.”
“I’ll help you.”
“No, I’ll get it,” he insisted.
He served her plate with everything he prepared. Sanju tasted each bite with visible delight, moaning softly at the flavors. Aryan couldn’t stop smiling at her cute expressions.
“Aryan, this tastes amazing!”
But Aryan’s gaze was fixed on the corner of her lips, where a bit of sauce lingered.
“What are you looking at? Aren’t you eating?” she asked, noticing his stare.
Without a word, he leaned in and gently licked the sauce off her lips.
“Yes… very tasty,” he murmured, eyes locked on hers.
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