Boxset: Destiny Decides.. & Destiny Embraces..

by P. G. Van

  “Nick, we need to stop now. We can’t be late for our own reception,” I said as I gasped for air.

  “You are so bad,” Nick said against my neck and added, “I need to get out of this outfit too. It’s killing me.”

  “I pulled back and looked at him and said, “Why did you wear it then? You should have worn the tunic that you had picked out for the wedding,” I said running my fingers on his cheek.

  “My princess here wanted a royal wedding, and I couldn’t show up without my full attire with my steed and sword,” Nick said against my lips.

  “Thank you. I am the luckiest girl in this whole wide world,” I said kissing him on his cheek and added, “Now, if you don’t mind, I need help getting out of my princess costume and get into my reception outfit.”

  “You know how much I enjoy getting you out of your princess costume,” Nick teased bringing his lips to the nape of my neck.

  *****

  “Nick, I am nervous about the reception,” I said as we walked towards Ann’s suite after showering and changing into our outfits for the reception.

  “Why are you nervous babe?” Nick asked stopping in the halfway to look at me.

  He looked extremely sexy and sharp in a dark modern-cut tuxedo that had sleek satin notch lapels on the jacket. I ran my hand on the baby pink textured tie that matched my baby pink flared lehenga. The traditional skirt featured stone embellishments and gold thread embroidery all over the skirt and the cropped fitted bodice.

  “We need to tell people why you and I got married when it was supposed to be Sam’s wedding,” I said biting my lip.

  “I got this love,” he said as he ran his finger on my chest along the stone-studded sheer scarf. The scarf draped over the cropped fitted blouse like a sari and brought back to drape over my head to complete the bridal look.

  “Why aren’t you wearing any jewelry?” Nick asked curiously.

  “Ann has my jewelry, and she is going to help me put them on,” I said smiling at him.

  Almost an hour later, Nick and I waited on the other side of the wall of the banquet hall where the wedding guests had gathered for the reception.

  “Nick, you look so hot in this suit with that ravishing beard of yours that I want to rip that single button suit of yours right now,” I teased in a steamy voice as we waited for the MC to introduce us as the newest Bhatia couple.

  “You know I would love that but please save the fire until later tonight,” Nick teased back as he reached to nip my outer ear.

  I giggled and kissed him on the cheek just as we heard the MC give us a warm welcome and introduced us as Mr. and Mrs. Nikhil Bhatia.

  “Show time baby!!” Nick said leading me by my waist through the double doors into the banquet hall.

  I looked around and made eye contact with friends and family as I took in the beautifully decorated banquet hall. I glowed with joy at the thought that what I saw in front of my eyes were my ideas executed effectively by the event coordinator.

  Nick and I settled down at the table that was set up on the low stage next to the dance floor and listened to Nick’s friends and family talk about how Nick got into trouble growing up and then got everyone into trouble when he was grown up.

  After the initial round of speeches, the MC handed the microphone to Nick. He stood up addressing the group of friends and family and thanked them for being at the wedding and the reception. He continued to talk about how Nick and I were friends in India and then talked about the link between the Bhatia family and the Vaasi family sending shock waves through the crowd. The reception speech soon turned into a question and answer session as Nick answered questions about RajaRam and Jasleen.

  I looked at Nick as he responded to his cousin’s questions; I made a mental note to talk to him about finding out about what happened to RajaRam Vaasi and why he abandoned his family.

  “Sameera, do you want to take that question?” Nick asked looking at me.

  I looked at him with a puzzled expression and he repeated the question, “My little rowdy cousin wants to know if you are a real princess.”

  I stood and walked over to where Nick was standing and took the microphone from him and said smiling at the teenager, “Yes, I am a real princess,” and added putting my arm around Nick’s waist, “I am a princess because this prince married me and gave all of your love as my wedding gift.”

  Nick smiled at me and said as he planted a kiss on my forehead, “That was pretty deep.”

  “I have another question.” It was one of Nick’s aunts who raised her hand.

  “What is your question my beautiful aunt?” Nick said winking at her.

  “When I arrived in San Francisco, my understanding was that Sam was the one that was getting married today. So, I am wondering why you got married to your wife again?”

  I saw Nick’s mom’s expression freeze when she heard the question, but Nick laughed gently and said, “Good question, aunt Preeti.”

  “Who else here is wondering about the same thing?” Nick teased the crowd.

  Almost everyone at the reception raised their hand as if they were at some kind of game show.

  Nick looked at the crowd and said, “I will answer this question if this is the absolute last question for the night because I need to dance with my beautiful princess.”

  The wedding guests cheered and Nick looked at them and said, “Most of you know that Sameera and I got married in India a few months ago as it was completely unplanned, and that’s why ma and dad couldn’t be there either. Sameera and I were in India for her sister’s and my best friend, Srini’s, wedding and guess what, we decided to crash their wedding, and we got married on the same day at the same time.”

  The crowd laughed as Nick paused to look at the frozen expression on his mom’s face. He walked over to where she was sitting and stood next to her and said, “The wedding in India was fun, and I was able to get married to Sameera before a Rajput prince married her, but the downside to that was my mom and dad could not be there for the wedding. We had to give them the experience so we planned a wedding for Sam but decided to crash it and get married in our own style again.”

  I looked at him in awe as he made up stuff about what happened and why things happened a certain way. I smiled to myself as I would have believed everything if I didn’t know what really happened. I was relieved to see Nick’s mom go back to being her usual self after Nick provided the much-needed clarification the wedding guests were itching to find out. The banquet hall was a riot by the time we were done with the amazing speeches, food, and dancing.

  Chapter Thirty

  It was past midnight by the time we reached the hotel suite that was set up for our wedding night.

  “Nick, please put me down,” I said giggling as Nick carried me down the hallway.

  “Mrs. Vaasi-Swaminath-Bhatia, could you please reach for the key card from my pocket and do the honors of opening the door for me?” Nick said with his eyes filled with pride. I laughed and said, “Absolutely, Mr. Bhatia.”

  He tightened his arms around me as I reached for the key card. I slid the key card in the slot and turned the handle to open one of the heavy double doors and Nick pushed through using his body into the room.

  The smell of jasmine tantalized my nostrils as soon as we entered the room dimly lit by candle lighting. I looked in awe at how beautifully the suite was decorated. The wedding coordinator and her team had set up the suite and worked on decorating the suite while we were at the reception. The entrance led us into a simply decorated living area with rose petals on the marble floor paving a path to the bedroom. The massive bed was decorated with rose petals and jasmine buds.

  “This is awesome,” I said as Nick carried me into the bedroom.

  “I agree. This is very interesting,” Nick said grinning and set me down gently next to the bed. On the nightstand, the traditional wedding night setup was arranged elegantly with fruits and milk. On the other nightstand was the more modern setup with a fruit platter and chill
ed champagne.

  “I think Nate did a pretty decent job of leading this operation,” I said looking around the room decorated well without going overboard and making the setup feel intimate.

  “Now what?” Nick asked wrapping his arms around me and planting a kiss on my cheek.

  “I am going to go shower. I badly need a shower after all that dancing,” I said giggling as Nick probed my outer ear with his tongue.

  Nick smiled showing off his dimples hidden behind his facial hair and said, “Okay. Let’s go shower together.”

  “Nick, this wedding suite has two bathrooms, and I would like to use the one with the bathtub and you can use the shower,” I said smiling at him.

  Nick laughed and said, “I guess the designers did consider the fact that couples may not make it out of the bathroom if there was just one shower in the suite.”

  Nick and I found our bags neatly tucked away in the closet. I had packed a few different outfits for the night even before I knew it would be our wedding night, and I knew exactly what I wanted to wear.

  I decided to put on my all white outfit that comprised of an extremely cropped, tight fitting blouse with a long flared white skirt and an abundant georgette scarf. My jewelry for the outfit was a thick beaded necklace in the peacock blue and green with matching earrings and a simple bracelet. I gathered my stuff and walked into the bathroom with the bathtub in it.

  The bath was filled with rose petals floating on top. I smiled to myself as I heard the shower start to run in the other bathroom. I took the time to take off every single piece of jewelry that I had on that night and put them away in the layered jewelry case that was packed along with my stuff. I gently took off the dozen safety pins that kept my scarf draped on my chest in place while I danced at the reception. I stepped into the perfectly warm water in the bath and let the rose petals soothe my body that was yearning for Nick’s touch. I washed my hair with Nick’s favorite jasmine shampoo and stepped out of the bath smiling and unable to believe that I was getting ready for our wedding night.

  I had locked the bathroom door on purpose and as I put on the beads necklace over the black beads wedding chain that Nick adorned around my neck during the ceremony earlier that day, I heard a knock on the bathroom door and heard Nick urging me to open the door.

  “Nick, I need five more minutes, baby,” I said through the door, and I heard his muffled voice objecting to the delay.

  I ran a brush through my hair and looked at myself in the mirror. I smiled at the glowing face of a bride who was ready to offer herself to her loving husband. The deep maroon mehendi stain on my hands complimented the all-white costume. I draped the scarf over the shoulders so my midriff was partially exposed and the scarf was draped over my head to partially cover my face. I walked towards the bathroom door with my face half-hidden in the white translucent fabric. The beautiful sound from my anklets echoed in the enclosed space as I walked towards the bathroom door. I opened the door and saw Nick standing right outside looking very impatient. He had a soft white V-neck t-shirt and a pair of ivory colored linen lounge pants on.

  I looked up at him through the translucent fabric and saw him catch his breath as he took in the sight in front of him. My body glowed with the radiance of my love for him, and my heart skipped a few beats when Nick took a step forward and very slowly lifted the scarf to look at my face. His breathing was strained, and his chest was visibly rising up and down. I smiled up at him and he said, his voice barely audible, “Oh baby, I am the luckiest guy in this entire world.”

  I blushed putting my arms around his waist placing my cheek on his chest taking in the beautiful smell of his masculinity and felt his heart pound against my cheek. He took his lips to my forehead and held me close to him.

  Nick held me to him for a few minutes as if he was taking in the moment, and very slowly trailed his lips lower while he traced his lips along my burning cheeks. His hands teased my body as he stroked my lower back and my waist. I took in a deep breath and unable to bear the separation, I took my lips to his in a swift movement and felt him shudder against me. He moved his lips against my lips so slowly that I thought I was going to explode with the longing that had built up in me.

  “Nick, I can’t wait anymore. I want you,” I said my voice ragged against his lips. I felt him react to the raw desire in my voice and his lips moved away from my lips to his favorite spot on my neck and left a flurry of kisses along the way.

  “I want you too baby. I want to taste every inch of your steamy body...but I don’t want to hurt you,” Nick said his voice blazing against my collarbone.

  “Do it, Nick,” I pleaded.

  Nick grunted against my neck and said, “I can’t stop if I let go baby. Not tonight.”

  “Let go, Nick. Show me what you can do,” I challenged him and heard him groan as his fingertips dug into my waist; at the same time, I felt the sweet pain of his teeth digging into my shoulder. I gripped his hair with my fingers pressing him further against my shoulder and let out a cry of pleasure. Nick cursed against my shoulder and took his tongue to the burning spot to cool it down. I looked up at him as he started to rub the spot with his finger to ease the pain, and I said as I caught my breath, “Now I know why you love it when I give you love bites.”

  Nick laughed and said, “And now I know why you refuse to give them to me. It hurts to see the impression on your delicate skin.”

  “Nick, are you hungry?” I teased as I led him towards the bed taking his hand in mine.

  “Oh, you know I am love but only for you,” Nick said laughing.

  I reached for the glass of milk that was set on the side table and handed it to Nick and said, “Please drink half and give me the rest.”

  “You know I don’t do plain milk. You can have all of it,” Nick said smiling at me.

  “Nick, trust me. You will benefit from drinking this milk tonight,” I said giggling as he looked at me with a puzzled expression.

  “Did you know that one of the many reasons why the newlyweds share a glass of milk is because milk is an aphrodisiac and is supposed to give the couple the much needed drive and energy for a memorable wedding night,” I said blushing and looked down at the glass of milk with strands of saffron floating on top.

  Nick laughed gently and said, “Thank you for that piece of information my walking encyclopedia,” he placed his fingers over mine around the glass and brought the milk to my lips and said, “If I am going to drink the milk, I want every drop of it to taste like you.”

  I felt my pleasure center get moist with the intensity in his voice and smiled at Nick as I took a sip of the warm milk flavored with almonds. I handed the glass to Nick for him to take a sip and instead of taking a sip of the milk, he leaned forward to lick the foam from milk that was lingering on my upper lip. He suckled on my upper lip taking it between his teeth as I moaned against his mouth with an overwhelmed sense of urgency to have him fill me and make me whole.

  He released me to gulp down the rest of the milk as I looked at him with a primitive urge to be conquered by him. He set the glass on the side table and wiped his lips against my neck.

  “Nick, please stop teasing me,” I begged and gripped his thick dark hair with my fingers. He groaned against my neck as his lips came in contact with my bead necklace. He struggled to reach for the clasp to remove the necklace and complained about not being able to access my neck. Unable to bear the wait, I reached for his ear lobe and sunk my teeth into the tender skin. In reaction to my impatience, Nick yanked at the beads necklace, and I immediately felt the necklace fall off my neck and a million beads rolling down my white outfit and hit the floor. Nick continued his irruption on my neck completely ignoring the beads as they trickled down my body.

  In a flash, he reached for my navel and ran his fingers under the waistband of my skirt pulling out my waist chain from under the waistband.

  “Nikhil…” I gasped unable to handle the intensity of the moment. Nick ran his hand along the length of my back in an
effort to soothe my nerves and said in a soft voice, “Slow down, baby.”

  Nick ran his fingers along the waistband of my skirt finding the zipper pull on the skirt and swiftly pulled down the zipper. The skirt fell fluidly to the floor forming a flower around my ankles.

  Nick took a deep breath at the sight of the shiny gold thong I had on and took his lips south to my pleasure triangle as the thin fabric barely separated him from my entirety. He took a few deep breaths against the thin fabric as if he was relishing the warmth that was radiating from my sweet spot. He reached for the waistband of the thong that barely covered my bottom and pulled it down gently.

  I looked down at him holding my breath as my heart threatened to crack my rib cage to catch the look on his face as he pulled down the sexy thong. I felt him freeze at the sight he saw and looked up at me in disbelief. I smiled at him with mischief in my eyes. Nick looked back at the sight in front of his eyes and said, “Sameera, this is unbelievable,” he was shocked to see the heart shaped patch of hair that was teasingly formed above my clit by waxing out all of the surrounding area.

  “It was your idea to have some hair down there,” I teased looking at him.

  “When did this happen? It wasn’t there last night,” he asked still taking in the sight in front of him.

  “What do you think I was doing while you were at brunch today,” I teased in a shaky voice.

  Nick chuckled and said, “You will never cease to amaze me.”

  I felt him shudder as he took his lips lightly teasing my clit that was ready for him. His tongue probed deeper and deeper and my knees turned to jelly. I felt his facial hair set my inner thighs on fire as I collapsed on to the bed.

  Nick continued to inroad his tongue deeper and deeper into the darkness and as the tides of pleasure continued to run over me, I peaked and let out a shrilled cry of pleasure as I gripped the sheets on the bed unable to contain myself.