Once Upon A Time... cliche, right?
Shravan and Suman met each other by fate, became best friends in an instant, fell in love by chance and married by choice. Join Mr & Mrs Malhotra as they settle into their married life and enjoy the ups and downs together.
This book is set after 'The Wedding'.
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My eyes open slowly to the light filtering into the room through the space between the curtains. I blink my eyes a few times to get used to the brightness.
I frown at the offending light to have woken me up from one of the best sleep I've had only to realize that it wasn't the sun that woke me up but something else.
More like someone else.
I am lying on my stomach, a pillow clutched in both my arms under my head as I feel light kisses on the length of my naked back. The previous day comes rushing back to me and I smile as I burrow myself deeper into the covers and the warmth emanating from the body behind me.
"Mrs Malhotra," he murmurs as he continues kissing his way up my back and up to my neck.
I check the digital clock on the bedside table only to see it's six a.m. I am exhausted, barely having slept last night but I've never felt more energized.
We've been tangled in each other for who knows how long but what I do know is that I do not want to move from my spot.
"Say it again," I mutter right back, turning my face towards him and moving one hand to run my fingers through the thick black hair and drag my nails a little on his scalp eliciting a groan.
"Mrs Malhotra," he groans out, moving to lean over me, his eyes hooded but the love still shone through them like a billboard sign on a darkened highway.
"That sounds better than I imagined." I sigh as I continue running my fingers through his hair.
His head comes down, his lips skimming from my neck to the dip in my collarbone as he continued with his ministration of kissing me slowly.
He lightly sucked the skin where my neck meets my shoulder, making my eyes roll back into my head and a moan to leave my lips.
"We've been doing this all night, Malhotra. How are you not tired?"
I feel more than hear his laugh, his breath fanning across the top of my chest.
"I could do this all night and all day," he says as he continues to go lower and lower, kissing my stomach in the process, which makes me gasp and laugh at the same time.
I grip his hair tighter and pull him up before he can go any further.
Another laugh.
Another pull.
Another touch.
And then there he is his face above mine. He looked down at me, eyes shining with mirth and a sly boyish smile on his face. Coupled that with his hair falling in front of his face, he looked the definition of sexy.
Looking at him a thought runs through my head that makes my heart speed up a little.
He's all yours.
I move to pull myself up and lean back on the cushy headboard and Shravan shifts along with me and rests himself between my legs comfortably. His stomach and chest aligned with mine, a white comforter covering the both of us, as our lips moved in synchronization.
My hands move down from his hair to his face, cupping his cheeks and then moving them along to the hair on the nape of his neck before dragging my nails down the length of his naked back, eliciting a deep guttural groan which makes me smile into our kiss.
I pull away from him, my chest heaving from the lack of oxygen. He leans down and rests his forehead on my shoulder and continued to pepper with lazy kisses wherever he could reach in that position.
Shravan moves around a little before settling comfortably on top of me. His hands go behind my back and started to draw soothing circles. His face is buried in the crook of my neck, his lips brush that junction where my neck meets my shoulder every time he takes a breath.
He's been like this since he came into the room yesterday after we were done with all the post wedding rituals. He has been constantly touching or caressing or just holding me but this is the first time he has taken such a vulnerable position.
My emotions are running at an all-time high and to calm myself down a little I bring my hands back to his hair and the content sigh that leaves his lips makes me smile.
I turn my head to kiss his temple just as he takes a sniff of me before placing a kiss on my throat.
"Did you... Did you just smell me?" I asked amused.
"Yeah," he breathed out. "I love the way you smell. You smell like honeysuckle. Sweet and warm and inviting." He tells me softly. "You also smell like me right now and that is driving me crazy." He continues, laughing a little.
"And you also smell like one other thing," he said after a short pause.
"Like what?" I prompted after he didn't complete the sentence.
"You smell like home. My home," he whispered, burrowing himself deeper into me and tightening his arms more.
The smile on my face gets even bigger, the biggest one I could possibly have. I just can't with this man. He is too good. Too pure.
I turn my head into him and since he is reclining on me, my forehead drops on his temple.
The smile is still intact on my face when I decide to return the sentiment, letting him see into me as I whisper everything in his ear.
"You literally crashed into me all those years ago. You know, when people ask me how we became friends my answer is always 'I don't know' because that's the truth. I don't know how we became friends. I don't know how it happened, how you became such an integral part of my life but I thank God every day that you did.
I knew you were important to me even though I never showed it to you and when I messed up badly 10 years ago and you left, never to look back, that was when I fully realized your importance." I feel Shravan take a deep breath as he continues to run his fingers in circles on my back.
"You already know why I was the way I was, why I behaved in certain ways when we were in school but I never told you one thing. I hid something from you the day I told you my story."
I take a deep breath, steeling myself to tell him the truth, and once again move my fingers in his hair in long strokes.
"I was scared of you, Shravan." I finally admit in a whisper.
I feel the questions coming off of him in waves at my admittance. He tries to move away but I tighten my hold on him, wanting him to stay where he is in my arms.
"I was scared of how easily you were able to break down my walls and make a place for yourself. I was scared of how you could just look at me and know what was going on in my head. I was scared of the way you cared for me, looked after me and worried for me. My own family never cared about me the way you did. You could see everything when I had put on the perfect mask to hide behind from the whole world.
"When I saw you after 10 years on the door of Tiwari Villa, I froze. I froze so bad." I laugh softly, remembering that time which seemed so long ago. "You were... different yet the same. Physically you did complete one-eighty but then those eyes of yours... They always give you away. You might have changed on the outside but from the inside, you were still the same boy I knew from 10 years ago and my self-preservation kicked in once again.
"After the reunion party, I had vowed myself that that was the last time you would see me cry and after that, I put on my mask on once again. This time it was the one I had perfected over the last 10 years and I succeeded. I was able to hide everything from you."
"And that scared me. I was thrown off by how I could no longer read you like I used to you unless and until you let me." Shravan admitted.
"But once again, like the persistent bull you are, you did take my walls down but the only difference was that I was able to build them back faster and now..." I trail smiling at my thoughts.
"And now?" he prompts.
"And now, here I am at six thirty in the morning, in a room that is familiar to me yet new in some other ways with a really beautiful man in my arms listening to my sob story on our first day together after our wedding."
"Hmmm." He hums, his cheeks moving upwards indicating that he is smiling. "That does sound amazing."
"Amazing?" I scoff. "Try dream come true. The proverbial Happily-Ever-After."
"Pagal," Shravan declared laughingly to which he got a gently wack on his arms. Let's not state abusing my husband on my the first day.
Husband...
Squeee!!!!!
We both are silent for a while, our breathing the only sound in the room.
Shravan moved one his hand away from my back and takes my hand that was resting on the same arm. He laces his long fingers with mine and brings them up to his lips to kiss the back of my hand.
"I love you, Mrs Malhotra," he declared softly.
"I love you too, Mr Malhotra," I answer him. "And thank you," I tell him a second later.
He tilts his head back to look up at me, his brows furrowed in question.
"For never giving up on me," I explained, a small smile on my face. "For being there, no questions asked and for loving me even when I messed up."
"Taali dono haath se bajhti hai, Sumo." He gently chided. "If you messed up then so did I. So thank you to you too for waiting for me to come back to you. And there is no other person I could ever be in love with. Trust me, I had 10 years to get over you and I tried to move on but you woman refused to leave me."
"Well, thank God!" I exclaim.
"Excuse me?" He called out, raising one of his eyebrow in question.
"If you would have moved on, I would have made your life hell, Malhotra."
"Hello! You wouldn't have even known about my feeling towards you, how in the world you have achieved that? By swooping in?"
"Duh." I called out in my most "obviously" tone. "I would have somehow made you fall in love with me," I stated proudly. "I think?" I added after a second.
"You think?" He snorts.
"Okay so maybe not that but I would have scared off the girls."
"Now that I can believe." He admits.
We both pause for a minute before we started laughing at the absurdity of our conversation.
"The truth is Malhotra, that you would have never said anything. If you saw me even slightly happy with someone else you would never come in between no matter how much it hurt you but things would never come to this extent. You know why?"
I raise my eyebrows, silently telling him to go on.
"You would have to just come in front of me and everything would come back, even the love I had buried."
Shravan moves his hand, keeping it on the bed beside my hip and pulled himself up, hovering over me, as he bent down to kiss me as we continued to smile and laugh at our conversation.
"You married a complete psycho, Malhotra."
"Hmm. But she is my psycho. And if I haven't run away from her in the last 10 years " I raise one eyebrow at that. " you know what I mean. Then rest assured I am not running away from her now." He completed, squeezing the flesh on my hip a little.
"It's taken me 10 years to get you, Suman Malhotra. This is it. This was always my end game. To get you and then anything can come at us, we'll both face it together and defeat it."
"Ditto to everything," I whispered, brushing his hair away from his face.
"So, what do you say?" He questions out of the blue.
"About what?" I asked
"We still have a few hours before everyone wakes up. Maybe another round of..." he trails off suggestively.
All I could do was giggle at the excitement on his face and that was an answer enough for me.
I had lost count how many times and in how many ways we got acquainted with each other but I know it wasn't enough. So for the next two hours both of us got to know each other all over again for the hundredth time.
That's how we started day one of our forever.
A little giggling.
A little laughing.
A lot of gasps.
A lot of groans.
A whole lot of moans.
We were never going to get enough of each other.
Ta-da! *jazz fingers*
Tell me how it was! Tell me every single thing! How much you loved it or how much you didn't love it.
This was supposed to be absolute fluff and I hope I achieved that even after that tad bit of serious conversation in the middle.
Angst? Done.
Fluff? Almost done.
What shall I try next?
Originally posted by: akrocks77
Hey!!
Lovely OS!!So Subtly and beautifully written.👏Thank you so much! ❤️"We've been doing this all night, Malhotra. How are you not tired?""I could do this all night and all day,"Insatiable Shravan Malhotra☺️😆Well he does have YEARS to make up for 😉"He's all yours."Aww!! Sumo, of course he is.😛❤️❤️❤️"I love the way you smell. You smell like honeysuckle. Sweet and warm and inviting.""You also smell like me right now and that is driving me crazy.""You smell like home. My home,"Hayee!! Love smitten and love sick.This Shavan is all that one needs.Haina?!Where were you till now.😉He was in the deep, fluffy and romantic recesses of my mind just waiting to come out. 😆"I was scared of you, Shravan."I feel for you girl.Sumo's feelings and emotions are beautifully described.And their thoughts regarding the changes in the other one in all these years are also written in an amazing manner.Itni tareef ek saath. ☺️ So glad you liked that!Over all wonderful update.Loved reading it.Keep these coming.Yes! Yes! I do have more coming!Apoorva
I shall come to this on Wattpad!
But yey, looks good!👏Yay!!! 👏Waiting to hear from you! Come soon! ❤️
Originally posted by: BloodRune
The Morning After My eyes open slowly to the light filtering into the room through the space between the curtains. I blink my eyes a few times to get used to the brightness.
I frown at the offending light to have woken me up from one of the best sleep I've had only to realize that it wasn't the sun that woke me up but something else.
More like someone else.
I am lying on my stomach, a pillow clutched in both my arms under my head as I feel light kisses on the length of my naked back. The previous day comes rushing back to me and I smile as I burrow myself deeper into the covers and the warmth emanating from the body behind me.
"Mrs Malhotra," he murmurs as he continues kissing his way up my back and up to my neck.
I check the digital clock on the bedside table only to see it's six a.m. I am exhausted, barely having slept last night but I've never felt more energized.
We've been tangled in each other for who knows how long but what I do know is that I do not want to move from my spot.
"Say it again," I mutter right back, turning my face towards him and moving one hand to run my fingers through the thick black hair and drag my nails a little on his scalp eliciting a groan.
"Mrs Malhotra," he groans out, moving to lean over me, his eyes hooded but the love still shone through them like a billboard sign on a darkened highway.
"That sounds better than I imagined." I sigh as I continue running my fingers through his hair.
His head comes down, his lips skimming from my neck to the dip in my collarbone as he continued with his ministration of kissing me slowly.
He lightly sucked the skin where my neck meets my shoulder, making my eyes roll back into my head and a moan to leave my lips.
"We've been doing this all night, Malhotra. How are you not tired?"
I feel more than hear his laugh, his breath fanning across the top of my chest.
"I could do this all night and all day," he says as he continues to go lower and lower, kissing my stomach in the process, which makes me gasp and laugh at the same time.
I grip his hair tighter and pull him up before he can go any further.
Another laugh.
Another pull.
Another touch.
And then there he is his face above mine. He looked down at me, eyes shining with mirth and a sly boyish smile on his face. Coupled that with his hair falling in front of his face, he looked the definition of sexy.
Looking at him a thought runs through my head that makes my heart speed up a little.
He's all yours.
I move to pull myself up and lean back on the cushy headboard and Shravan shifts along with me and rests himself between my legs comfortably. His stomach and chest aligned with mine, a white comforter covering the both of us, as our lips moved in synchronization.
My hands move down from his hair to his face, cupping his cheeks and then moving them along to the hair on the nape of his neck before dragging my nails down the length of his naked back, eliciting a deep guttural groan which makes me smile into our kiss.
I pull away from him, my chest heaving from the lack of oxygen. He leans down and rests his forehead on my shoulder and continued to pepper with lazy kisses wherever he could reach in that position.
Shravan moves around a little before settling comfortably on top of me. His hands go behind my back and started to draw soothing circles. His face is buried in the crook of my neck, his lips brush that junction where my neck meets my shoulder every time he takes a breath.
He's been like this since he came into the room yesterday after we were done with all the post wedding rituals. He has been constantly touching or caressing or just holding me but this is the first time he has taken such a vulnerable position.
My emotions are running at an all-time high and to calm myself down a little I bring my hands back to his hair and the content sigh that leaves his lips makes me smile.
I turn my head to kiss his temple just as he takes a sniff of me before placing a kiss on my throat.
"Did you... Did you just smell me?" I asked amused.
"Yeah," he breathed out. "I love the way you smell. You smell like honeysuckle. Sweet and warm and inviting." He tells me softly. "You also smell like me right now and that is driving me crazy." He continues, laughing a little.
"And you also smell like one other thing," he said after a short pause.
"Like what?" I prompted after he didn't complete the sentence.
"You smell like home. My home," he whispered, burrowing himself deeper into me and tightening his arms more.
The smile on my face gets even bigger, the biggest one I could possibly have. I just can't with this man. He is too good. Too pure.
I turn my head into him and since he is reclining on me, my forehead drops on his temple.
The smile is still intact on my face when I decide to return the sentiment, letting him see into me as I whisper everything in his ear.
"You literally crashed into me all those years ago. You know, when people ask me how we became friends my answer is always 'I don't know' because that's the truth. I don't know how we became friends. I don't know how it happened, how you became such an integral part of my life but I thank God every day that you did.
I knew you were important to me even though I never showed it to you and when I messed up badly 10 years ago and you left, never to look back, that was when I fully realized your importance." I feel Shravan take a deep breath as he continues to run his fingers in circles on my back.
"You already know why I was the way I was, why I behaved in certain ways when we were in school but I never told you one thing. I hid something from you the day I told you my story."
I take a deep breath, steeling myself to tell him the truth, and once again move my fingers in his hair in long strokes.
"I was scared of you, Shravan." I finally admit in a whisper.
I feel the questions coming off of him in waves at my admittance. He tries to move away but I tighten my hold on him, wanting him to stay where he is in my arms.
"I was scared of how easily you were able to break down my walls and make a place for yourself. I was scared of how you could just look at me and know what was going on in my head. I was scared of the way you cared for me, looked after me and worried for me. My own family never cared about me the way you did. You could see everything when I had put on the perfect mask to hide behind from the whole world.
"When I saw you after 10 years on the door of Tiwari Villa, I froze. I froze so bad." I laugh softly, remembering that time which seemed so long ago. "You were... different yet the same. Physically you did complete one-eighty but then those eyes of yours... They always give you away. You might have changed on the outside but from the inside, you were still the same boy I knew from 10 years ago and my self-preservation kicked in once again.
"After the reunion party, I had vowed myself that that was the last time you would see me cry and after that, I put on my mask on once again. This time it was the one I had perfected over the last 10 years and I succeeded. I was able to hide everything from you."
"And that scared me. I was thrown off by how I could no longer read you like I used to you unless and until you let me." Shravan admitted.
"But once again, like the persistent bull you are, you did take my walls down but the only difference was that I was able to build them back faster and now..." I trail smiling at my thoughts.
"And now?" he prompts.
"And now, here I am at six thirty in the morning, in a room that is familiar to me yet new in some other ways with a really beautiful man in my arms listening to my sob story on our first day together after our wedding."
"Hmmm." He hums, his cheeks moving upwards indicating that he is smiling. "That does sound amazing."
"Amazing?" I scoff. "Try dream come true. The proverbial Happily-Ever-After."
"Pagal," Shravan declared laughingly to which he got a gently wack on his arms. Let's not state abusing my husband on my the first day.
Husband...
Squeee!!!!!
We both are silent for a while, our breathing the only sound in the room.
Shravan moved one his hand away from my back and takes my hand that was resting on the same arm. He laces his long fingers with mine and brings them up to his lips to kiss the back of my hand.
"I love you, Mrs Malhotra," he declared softly.
"I love you too, Mr Malhotra," I answer him. "And thank you," I tell him a second later.
He tilts his head back to look up at me, his brows furrowed in question.
"For never giving up on me," I explained, a small smile on my face. "For being there, no questions asked and for loving me even when I messed up."
"Taali dono haath se bajhti hai, Sumo." He gently chided. "If you messed up then so did I. So thank you to you too for waiting for me to come back to you. And there is no other person I could ever be in love with. Trust me, I had 10 years to get over you and I tried to move on but you woman refused to leave me."
"Well, thank God!" I exclaim.
"Excuse me?" He called out, raising one of his eyebrow in question.
"If you would have moved on, I would have made your life hell, Malhotra."
"Hello! You wouldn't have even known about my feeling towards you, how in the world you have achieved that? By swooping in?"
"Duh." I called out in my most "obviously" tone. "I would have somehow made you fall in love with me," I stated proudly. "I think?" I added after a second.
"You think?" He snorts.
"Okay so maybe not that but I would have scared off the girls."
"Now that I can believe." He admits.
We both pause for a minute before we started laughing at the absurdity of our conversation.
"The truth is Malhotra, that you would have never said anything. If you saw me even slightly happy with someone else you would never come in between no matter how much it hurt you but things would never come to this extent. You know why?"
I raise my eyebrows, silently telling him to go on.
"You would have to just come in front of me and everything would come back, even the love I had buried."
Shravan moves his hand, keeping it on the bed beside my hip and pulled himself up, hovering over me, as he bent down to kiss me as we continued to smile and laugh at our conversation.
"You married a complete psycho, Malhotra."
"Hmm. But she is my psycho. And if I haven't run away from her in the last 10 years " I raise one eyebrow at that. " you know what I mean. Then rest assured I am not running away from her now." He completed, squeezing the flesh on my hip a little.
"It's taken me 10 years to get you, Suman Malhotra. This is it. This was always my end game. To get you and then anything can come at us, we'll both face it together and defeat it."
"Ditto to everything," I whispered, brushing his hair away from his face.
"So, what do you say?" He questions out of the blue.
"About what?" I asked
"We still have a few hours before everyone wakes up. Maybe another round of..." he trails off suggestively.
All I could do was giggle at the excitement on his face and that was an answer enough for me.
I had lost count how many times and in how many ways we got acquainted with each other but I know it wasn't enough. So for the next two hours both of us got to know each other all over again for the hundredth time.
That's how we started day one of our forever.
A little giggling.
A little laughing.
A lot of gasps.
A lot of groans.
A whole lot of moans.
We were never going to get enough of each other.
X-X-X-X-X-X
Ta-da! *jazz fingers*
Tell me how it was! Tell me every single thing! How much you loved it or how much you didn't love it.
This was supposed to be absolute fluff and I hope I achieved that even after that tad bit of serious conversation in the middle.
Angst? Done.
Fluff? Almost done.
What shall I try next?
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