Author's pov:-
She came out of the washroom, not finding her night clothes to wear, and approached him. He was working on his laptop while sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard.
"Aaryansh ji..." she called out to him.
He looked up at her. "Jii?"
"Uhm..I can't find my night clothes to wear...." she said hesitantly.
"Hm? It's in the suitcase, in the upper compartment. Did you check that?" he asked.
She realized she hadn't checked that compartment. "Oh, No. I didn't check there. Thank you" she said, turning to go back inside. But she stopped and turned to face him again, noticing he was already looking at her.
"How do you know?"she asked, almost suspiciously.
"Maybe I packed your things." he replied with a mischievous tone, closing his laptop and placing it on the bedside table before approaching her, his hands in his pocket.
Her eyes widened ever so slightly as she pressed her lips together, retreating as he approached.
"You..! You said the female workers handled it!" she exclaimed.
Her back touched the wall behind her as he leaned in and placed his hand beside her head on the wall.
"Did I?" he asked with a small smirk.
She pressed her lips together and squeezed her eyes shut, realizing he had packed her things.
"You-you lied to me!" she said.
He leaned in, his warm breath tickling her neck as he whispered near her ear, "Maybe, I did."
"Why??" she demanded.
He chuckled, his hand resting at her
waist as he pulled her closer, her breath hitching in her throat.
"My wish, my wife." he said, pulling back slightly to watch her reaction.
She glared at him, looking more cute than scary, which made him chuckle as he gently pinched her nose.
She protested, while he leaned in, whispering near her ear,
"You look even cuter when you glare at me."
She tilted her head and glared at him before biting his cheek—gently, not enough to hurt him.
He pulled back slightly, looking at her, amused.
She then got inside the washroom, closing the door behind her, leaving him amused as he still tried to process what she did.
After some time, she changed into an oversized top and lounge pants, and came out. She sat on the bed, pulling her legs up and leaning against the headboard.
"Meera ji." He called her.
She looked at him.
"Aaryansh ji, Why do you add 'ji' to my name..? You can just call me 'Meera'."
He raised his brow.
"Look who's saying." he said, leaning against the headboard while folding his arms across his chest.
"Apki biwi." She replied playfully with a small smile.
(Your wife.)
He raised his brow, a smirk appearing at the corner of his lips as he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him. Leaning in closer, he said
"I'll call you as you wish only after you start addressing me by my name, my wife."
"Not even in my dreams." she mumbled to herself before laying down, giving him a playful smile, and closing her eyes.
He leaned in closer, his breath tickling her neck and making her pulse quicken. "Sleeping so fast?" he asked.
She opened her eyes and tilted her head to look at him, confusion evident on her face.
He leaned in closer, his gaze fixed on her. "We aren't here to sleep, are we?" he asked mischievously.
She gulped, looking to the side, not knowing what to reply.
His hand snaked around her waist, yanking her closer, making her heart thump in her chest.
"Aaryansh ji...?" she whispered.
"What did I say I would do if you called me 'Aaryansh ji " he reminded her, while she bit her lip slightly, only for him to pull her even closer.
"I asked you not to bite your lip." he said, leaning in closer, his lips brushing against her earlobe as he spoke.
She trembled slightly, the heat of his breath sending shivers down her spine. "Aaryansh ji--" she began, but his grip tightened, silencing her.
"You know what I want to hear." he whispered, his voice low.
Her heart pounded in her chest, as she could feel his lips grazing her earlobe, the sensation making her breath hitch.
"Aaryansh...... ji.." she tried but couldn't, her voice barely audible.
"Try again." he murmured, his hand sliding up her side, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
She closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing. "What... are you doing...?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Reminding you what I want to hear." he replied, his voice low.
"And making sure you never forget it."
She bit her lip again, trying to compose herself.
"Didn't I tell you not to do that?" he asked softly, his teeth grazing her earlobe.
"I have other ways to make you stop doing that."
He noticed her eyes getting hazy with sleep, a low chuckle escaping him.
He leaned in closer, her lips brushing against her ear as he whispered,
"Goodnight, love."
A smile crept at the corner of her lips as she turned to the other side.
He laid down beside her, gently grabbing her by the belly until her back came in contact with his chest.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, he closed his eyes and nuzzled his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, making heat rise to her cheeks as she buried her face in the pillow, still smiling.
After some time, her phone buzzed. She picked it up from the bedside table to see a message from Rohan.
"Diii"
He texted, and she sighed in relief.
"Where were you, Rohan?
Why weren't you picking up my
calls and replying to my messages?"
She asked,while she could feel her husband's head remained buried in her neck, his hands holding her close as he slept.
"Di, I am way too busyyyyy"
She scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"Busy? What, are you the PM of India?"
"Dii, my death is on my head with these exams and stupid projects!! Bache ki jaan lenge."
"Have you prepared everything?"
She asked, though she already knew the answer.
"Hehe, NOOO!"
Rohan replied, prompting her to shake her head.
She recalled something.
"Rohan... where are Mom and Dad?"
"Probably enjoying the show of hell in the 'front-row seat'💀"
"What do you mean? Where are they?"
"Di... they are not here, probably gone
somewhere business related.."
He vaguely replied, and though she sensed he was lying, she didn't push further.
"And where are you right now?"
"Home." he replied truthfully.
"By the way, Dii. How are you doing in Greece? Jiju is taking 'care' of you, na?"
Rohan asked mischievously, and her eyes widened.
"What? How do you know? I didn't tell you?"
"Why? Your sautan will not know?"
He teased mischievously.
"Who sautan?!"
"Meeeeeeeee!"
"Shut up, Rohan."
"HAHAHAHA!"
After some time, he texted again, this time more serious.
"Dii... You are going to New York after a week, aren't you?"
He asked, prompting her to think carefully before replying.
"It's necessary, Rohan. I have to go... but..."
"Why don't you tell him?"
" I don't want to tell anyone
right now..."
"Dii, then how will you go? By teleporting yourself?"
He teased, and she rolled her eyes.
"I know I have to go. I'll figure something out. Let's not think about it right now, okay? I'll think of something..."
"Gosh, Di, come on, tell him. He's your husband; he'll be so proud of you!"
"... I'll tell him... but not right now...
I don't know..."
She glanced at him, who was sleeping with his head still buried in her neck, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Turning back to her screen, she continued texting.
"Dii, then how will you go without telling him?"
"I'll handle that. And you will NOT tell anyone about it, not verbally, not even in writing, okay? Promise me."
"I know, I know. Fine. I promise." he replied reluctantly.
"Take care of yourself, okay? And from now on, don't miss any calls or texts from me, okay?"
"Okay, Di, as you say!"
With a sigh, she set her phone aside.
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The next morning, when she woke up, she didn't find him beside her.
Sitting up in bed, she rubbed her eyes in the early morning light filtering through the windows.
Pulling the blanket aside, she stood up and made her way downstairs. There was no sign of him inside the villa, so she stepped outside, greeted by the peaceful and serene sounds of Santorini—the gentle lapping of water and the distant murmur of the island waking up
As she walked towards the entrance, the security guard bowed to her respectfully, and she nodded back with a small smile, scanning the area in hopes of spotting him. But he wasn't there.
Just as she was about to return inside and call him, the sound of a bike broke the morning stillness—a powerful, fast-paced maneuvering sound.
Turning around, she finally spotted him. No, it couldn't be true. He was riding a bike in the early morning?
And he hadn't noticed her yet as he parked the bike to the side, trailed by a bodyguard.
He looked... incredibly attractive. Clad in a black leather jacket that accentuated his physique, revealing his toned chest slightly.
His helmet, with its visor open, revealed hazel-brown eyes that seemed to enchant her with every glance. She was lost in admiration until she felt a tap on her shoulder, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"You okay?" he asked, still wearing the helmet, his eyes drawing her in once again.
She couldn't help but notice the black bike gloves he wore, adding to his rugged allure.
She found herself lost in his gaze once more when he smirked and leaned in closer, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"Lost somewhere?" he teased softly.
She snapped out of her thoughts as heat rose to her cheeks, but she tried her best not to show it. Shaking her head slightly, she looked away.
"Wo... uhm, where were you...?" she asked, her voice trailing off. He could see the faint blush that appeared on her cheeks.
"No where, just out for a bike ride." he replied, pulling back slightly. She nodded, glancing around the serene surroundings.
She had always loved bike rides, especially in peaceful places like this. Watching him, she couldn't help but feel the desire to ride a bike herself.
"Wo... Aaryansh ji, I want to ride a bike..." she declared, her wish growing stronger as she looked at him again.
He raised a brow and smirked slightly. "Ride a bike, or want to go for a bike ride?" he teased, leaning against the bike with his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on her.
"And what do you mean by that?" she asked, frowning slightly as she crossed her own arms.
He chuckled softly. "Are you sure you can ride a bike?" he provoked, knowing full well that she was skilled at it.
She frowned and took a step closer to him. "Are you challenging me, Mr. Malhotra?" she asked, her tone slightly challenging.
"What if I am, Mrs. Malhotra?" he countered, his smirk growing as he provoked her further.
"Who knows, maybe I can ride the bike better than you?" she challenged back, her competitive spirit ignited.
He smirked.
"Better than me? That's a bold claim, wife." he said.
He leaned in closer to her,
their bodies almost touching as he whispered in her ear.
"Challenge accepted, Mrs. Malhotra."
The bodyguards nearby tried to avoid staring, their ears turning slightly red as they witnessed the scene unfolding in front of them, yet unable to look away.
He pulled back, a smirk evident on his lips, while she frowned, meeting his gaze firmly.
"And if you lose?" she asked, arms still crossed, her eyes locked on his.
"So confident?" he replied, taking a step closer to her, the challenge clear in his eyes.
"Whatever you wish, love." he said.
"And what if you lose?" He asked, his gaze fixed on her.
"Whatever you say." she replied.
"Hm, you'll address me by my name, then." he declared, a hint of challenge in his voice.
"Deal." she agreed.
"Go then, change your clothes. And wear the outfit that's in the wardrobe." he said, leaning against the wall, his eyes fixed on her as she gave a thumbs-up and disappeared inside, making him chuckle softly.
After what felt like eternity, she emerged, and his gaze softened imperceptibly as he watched her approach.
Her black jacket and bike gloves captivated him, every detail of her presence and appearance mesmerizing. Lost in admiration, he was snapped out of his thoughts when she addressed him.
"These...?" she asked, gesturing to her attire.
"I am always prepared." he replied with a whisper in her ear, a hint of mischief in his tone.
He replied, stepping back and grabbing a helmet from the bike. Her gaze remained fixed on him, the intensity of his piercing blue eyes meeting her hazel brown ones.
He placed the helmet on her head, adjusting it carefully as she stood entranced by his proximity.
Closing the visor gently, he pulled her closer, their bodies almost touching.
She shook her head slightly, snapping herself out of her thoughts.
He gestured towards the bike, his silent invitation clear.
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After they settled onto their bikes, he glanced at her with a smirk. "Ready to lose, wifey?" he teased playfully.
"We'll see, hubby." she replied confidently.
He raised a brow, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Tilting his head slightly, he chuckled softly. He pulled down his visor, the black helmet shielding his eyes.
They started the race, and initially, he took the lead with his expertise. Despite his speed, she proved equally skilled, maneuvering her bike with precision. The sound of their bikes echoed through the nearly deserted road, the early morning stillness adding to the intensity of the challenge.
His bike drifted swiftly around corners, his movements fluid and controlled. The powerful engine roared as he accelerated, the wind whipping against his body. His bike surged ahead, but she maintained a steady pace, determined not to let him out of her sight.
She accelerated fiercely, her determination propelling her forward, edging closer to victory as she prepared to overtake him.
Glancing at him for a final victorious moment, she saw his smirk widen. In a bold move, he lifted his visor, his eyes locking onto hers as he winked, catching her off guard as she momentarily slowed down her motorbike.
Seizing the opportunity, he accelerated swiftly, expertly maneuvering his bike as it leaned downwards.
Gracefully circling around, he came to a stop in front of her with one leg confidently straight on the road. She brought her own bike to a halt.
For a moment, silence hung heavy as she processed what had happened.
She snapped back to reality when she saw him approaching. Frowning, she dismounted from the bike.
"You need to adjust your grip, wifey."
he said playfully, his steps slow and deliberate.
She could sense his smirk.
"You cheated!" she exclaimed, lifting her visor.
He stopped in front of her, their eyes locking. She had to crane her neck to meet his gaze directly.
"Did I?" he asked, his voice low and deep.
"Obviously! That was cheating!" she retorted, but he stepped closer, trapping her between him and the bike.
His hands rested on either side of her, leaning in closer as she instinctively leaned backward.
"Then tell me, how did I cheat?" he asked, his gaze unwavering as she glared at him.
"You... I... I don't accept you as the winner." she declared firmly.
He chuckled softly. "Now, follow the deal and address me by my name, before i make you."
She shook her head vigorously.
"You cheated." she insisted, removing his hand and walking past him, taking off her helmet.
He followed her, a determined glint in his eyes.
Without warning, he took the helmet from her hand and scooped her up in one swift motion, making her gasp in shock.
Her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck as he carried her in a bridal style with one hand, the helmet in his other hand. He led her to his bike, his grip firm.
Her gaze fixed on his eyes as she tilted her head. "Put me down." she mumbled, but her voice lacked conviction.
He smirked, ignoring her request as he set her down gently on his bike, positioning her comfortably.
"You can call it cheating all you want, but a deal's a deal." he murmured, his hand wrapping around her waist as he pulled her closer.
Her hands remained around his neck, her fingers lightly brushing the nape of his neck.
"I won’t call you by your name." she said defiantly, her eyes narrowing slightly.
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "You will." he whispered, his tone both teasing and commanding.
His grip tightening ever so slightly.
She swallowed hard, her breath hitching as his proximity overwhelmed her senses.
"You're too confident." she whispered, trying to muster up some defiance.
"It's not confidence, but a promise." he countered, his hand sliding down to rest on her hip, pulling her closer.
The warmth of his touch sent sparks through her body, weakening her resistance even further.
She closed her eyes, fighting the urge to give in. "I won't say it." she insisted, though her voice was barely more than a breathy murmur.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through her. "I'll make you." he said, his voice low and filled with promise.
She pulled back slightly, noticing the position they were in, heat rising to her cheeks.
He gently adjusted her on the bike behind him, placing the helmet back on her head and adjusting it before settling down on the bike himse
lf to go back.
She hesitated to hold him for support when he started the bike, only for him to grab her wrist and wrap it around his waist, her chest almost pressed against his back.
He stole glances from the rearview mirror when she smiled and rested her forehead against his back, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Much better." he mumbled.
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