Arun nodded, dazed, realising that the other man was absolutely serious. They decided to hold the wedding in Jaipur, with a reception in Bengaluru. The date was fixed for December 26, to make it convenient for Vidyut to attend the functions during his Christmas break.
Avantika gave her best friend Dia a glowing smile when things were finally settled amicably.
Arun, Vandana and Vidyut left the next day while Avantika stayed back with the Maheshwaris. She went with Shatru to his villa. “It just has the basic furniture. We can do it together if you’d like to,” he told his fiancée, lifting her hand to press a kiss to the middle of her palm.
“I’d love to. And Jaipur must be a paradise for ethnic stuff. Works for you?” she asked, quirking a shapely eyebrow at him.
“As long as it’s comfy, I’m okay with your choice.” He pulled her into his arms to kiss her. “I’ve been thinking. You want to open a dance school. Will you be okay starting one here in Jaipur? Or do you want to open it in Mumbai?”
“I’ve been thinking too. It makes sense to have one base for both of us, right? I’ve as good as wound up my work in Mumbai. Should be all done by mid-December.”
He nuzzled her throat, tracing his tongue over a pulse. “I need a favour.”
She turned her head to accommodate his roving lips. “Ask away.”
“You’re twenty-four…”
“Hmm…” Avantika looked at him curiously. What was he getting at?
“Will it be asking too much if I want you to give me two years of your life? Can you postpone setting up your school till when you are twenty-six? Or do you think you’ll lose out a lot on your career front?”
Avantika ran her fingers through his curly hair, holding his head close to her body, a smile on her face. She understood what he was getting at.
“You want us to travel together.”
He lifted his head to look down at her, his gaze intense. “Yes.”
She nodded. “Setting up my school two years later works for me, Shatru. I’d love to go with you.”
“Phew!” He kissed her fervently. “I’ll let you plan our tours.”
She laughed softly. “Are you mad? I’d rather go with your expertise.”
Shatru took her by the hand and led her to the only furnished bedroom in the villa.
“This is where I wanted to be on the night of Bharat’s wedding,” said Avantika, a mischievous look in her eyes.
Shatru gave her a charming grin. “I know. I haven’t stopped visualising you naked on my bed, right from that night. I didn’t sleep a wink, you know.”
“Idiot,” she scolded, hitting a fist on his arm. “I was yours for the taking, but you ran scared.”
Shatru sighed. “You know why.”
She looked at him curiously as he removed his t-shirt, before stepping out of his jeans. “I wonder if we would’ve got together if I hadn’t chased you all the way to Melbourne.”
He lifted her kurti off swiftly before pulling her into his arms. “I haven’t thanked you for that, have I?” he whispered in her ear, stroking the whorl with the tip of his tongue, making her tremble with desire.
“No, you haven’t.”
He unhooked her bra and flicked it off her before bending down to run his tongue over a sensitive tip. “Thank you for coming after me, sweetheart. I would’ve been a lonely fool otherwise.”
Avantika moaned, holding his head close to her breast. “Who knows?” she said in a breathless voice. “You’d probably have fallen for somebody else.”
“Never,” he nipped the top of her breast, hard, making her moan all the louder. “You are the only woman for me. I love you, absolutely.” He lifted her in his arms to lay her down gently on his bed, pulling her tights down her body, along with her panties. He bent down to kiss her feminine mound, making Avantika protest.
“Shatru, come to me,” she commanded, lifting her arms, “you’re too far away.”
He took his time, running his tongue over her wet femininity, before making his way up, his tongue drawing circles around her navel. He caressed her with his hands and mouth, aroused by the sounds of pleasure that came from her throat.
Avantika sighed softly when she felt his mouth close over a turgid nipple that had been begging for his caress, her legs thrashing restlessly as he suckled deeply, his hand stroking the other breast. She ran her hands restlessly on his back, her nails raking his satiny skin. He felt so good in her arms, his hard and muscular body such a contrast to her soft and feminine one.
Shatru turned his head to make love to her other breast when he felt her hand at his crotch. She held his hard shaft in her hand, stroking him gently and then hard. Shatru groaned before lifting his head up to look at her slumberous eyes. Her smiling lips were red from his kisses, while her face was full of concentration as she stroked, now with both her hands. He nudged her legs apart with his knee before touching her vagina to find it all wet and ready. With a smile on his face, he took both her hands in his and lifted them above her head, bringing her breasts closer to his face. He bent down to kiss her mouth, his hard chest pressing against her soft breasts as he entered her. His tongue and shaft worked in tandem as they pleasured her from above and below.
Avantika clung to him, lifting her legs around his waist to lock her ankles behind his back, going along with him for the best ride of her life. They reached out to the stars together, groaning as one as they found their release.
“I love you, Avi,” he whispered when he finally got his breath.
“I love you too, Shatru.”
20
It was April and bitingly cold in Ladakh. Shatru and Avantika had been to Pangong Lake and returned to the hotel before it got too dark.
They were staying at The Zen Ladakh for two weeks. Avantika had been surprised by the way Shatru had organised their travel plans. He hadn’t taken any jobs during their trips. It had been one long honeymoon and the accommodations had almost always been five-star. She stopped protesting after the first time. It struck her after knowing him for more than two years that her husband probably had money to burn.
They got into their cottage to turn on the heater. It had been bitingly cold outside, despite the thermals, heavy clothes and scarves that they wore. Shatru poured cognac into two snifters and handed one to Avantika who was busy taking off her gloves.
“Cheers!” They sipped on the brandy, letting it warm its way down their throats. Soon, it grew too warm and they began pulling off all their garments one by one, their eyes clinging to each other.
Avantika placed her glass on a table before walking close to her husband. “Do you need help?” she asked him, her brown eyes glinting naughtily. She loved to help him out of his clothes.
Shatru laughed, pulling her into his arms before removing all her garments in a hurry. “Are you happy?” he asked, pressing his lips to her warm cheek before lifting his head again to look into her eyes.
“Too much so. And you? Are you glad to have me for your wife?”
“Hmm…” Shatru looked her up and down, giving the impression of thinking hard.
“Shatru!” She pouted at him. “Is that too difficult to answer?” She moved away from him, giving him a mock glare.
“Hey, come here. I need you in my arms,” he called out.
“Nope, I won’t,” she said, turning the other way. Was he already bored being with her? Of course not. They loved each other too much. But then, he was honest, always. Why hadn’t he answered her question? Had he by any chance fallen out of love with her? Maybe he was just teasing her. Well, she wasn’t the one to give up on him. She straightened her shoulders and turned back in a flash to find her husband within an inch of her. He’d moved so silently, his bare feet making no noise on the carpeted wooden floor. She glared at him, her eyebrows up in query. “What’s up?” she asked threateningly, her clenched fists pressed against his bare chest. “Don’t you dare tell me you aren’t happy with me. I…”
Shatru shook with silent laughter, his hands
holding her tight fists. He pulled her arms around his neck, bringing her stiff body close to his. “Avi…”
“Don’t Avi me, Shatru. I won’t be pacified. You…”
“…love you.” Shatru flicked a tongue over her lower lip, making her gasp, before thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He rubbed it against her own before gently sucking her tongue. “Do you even know how gorgeous you look when you’re angry? Watching you in a temper arouses me so painfully. See.” He took her hand and opened her fist to place it against his manhood that was clamouring for her. He laughed again softly, his charcoal gaze gentle as they watched her red face. “When I asked you if you were happy, it wasn’t about your life with me, but our trip to Ladakh. I know you love me and you, my sweetheart, know only too well that I adore you and do not want to live without you. Yeah, you are my choice of life partner, forever.” He pressed her head against his shoulder, rubbing a large hand down her back soothingly. “I want you. Will you let me love you?”
He traced a caressing finger down the length of her face, following the shape of her collarbone before going further down to touch her breast. He paused, his questioning eyes going to hers.
“Yes, please. And yes, I’m happy with this trip. It’s been awesome. More than the trip, it’s the joy of being with you Shatru. Thank you.”
“To answer your question, I’m glad to be yours,” whispered her Bohemian husband.
THE END
About the author
Sundari Venkatraman
Sundari Venkatraman is the author of 12 books, all romances. This box set consists of a 5-novella series titled Marriages Made in India. All five novellas are Hot Romances. Book #1 of the series is The Smitten Husband, Book #2 is His Drunken Wife, Book #3 is Her Secret Husband & Book #4 is The Casanova’s Wife & Book #5 is Her Bohemian Husband. Other published novels by the author are The Malhotra Bride, Meghna, The Runaway Bridegroom, The Madras Affair and An Autograph for Anjali. She also has a collection of romantic shorts called Matches Made in Heaven; and a collection of human interest stories called Tales of Sunshine. All of Sundari Venkatraman’s books are on Amazon Top 100 Bestsellers in India, USA, UK, Canada & Australia under both #romance & #drama categories.
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