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"We would be in a garden
Where we can kiss the day away, ooh, hoo, ooh
When you wrap your arms round me, girl
Deep in your love is where Ill stay
Ooh, you got
Paradise all in your eyes"
~Jermaine Jackson
"Jeevika..." she heard Viren calling her name, still in that half-conscious state between dreams and reality.
"Jeevika," he brushed the hair out of her forehead and she squirmed out of his grasp, burrowing into the blankets, reluctant to fully wake.
She heard his soft laughter at her ear, as he tugged the covers under her chin, "Good afternoon, Mrs. Vadhera."
She blinked up at him, "What time is it?"
He propped his head up with his elbow, attempting to appear nonchalant, "Only two thirty."
At this she bolted upright in the bed, "I've been sleeping for this long?"
"Jeevika, relax," Viren soothed her, "You needed the rest and besides, it's not like we have to go anywhere, we're on our honeymoon."
She shook her head, stretching her arms out, "But, I wanted to go out to the beaches."
"We can still go now, if you want," he shrugged, then a mishievous twinkle appeared in his eyes and he caught her arm, pulling her towards him, "Or we could stay here...in this bed...I don't mind. You didn't really seem like you wanted to leave it."
She dropped her eyes from his, "Virenji..."
"Kya, Virenji? We're on our honeymoon, aren't we?" his nose was almost brushing hers now.
Her mind in a clouded state from his proximity and words, she struggled to find an excuse, "But, we have to call Vidhi! And...and...I really want to go see the beaches!"
"It can wait," he murmured, his hand twining through the hair at the nape of her neck.
But, the thought of Vidhi had cleared her mind and she covered his mouth with her hand firmly before he could kiss her, "No, Virenji. You promised me, we'd call her every morning, didn't you? And we didn't call her last night when we reached either, I was sleeping..." her voice trailed off and she felt confused as she wondered how exactly she had managed to get from the taxi to their hotel suite.
"And I carried you up and put you to bed," he finished, looking quite put-out at her protests.
She warmed at the thought of how sweetly he'd taken care of her, not wanting her to wake, even though he, himself, had made it quite clear how long he'd been waiting to get her alone. Leaning forward, she kissed his cheek, smiling widely at him, before picking up her phone and dialing the number.
Viren looked after her, slightly dazed, a small smile tugging up the corners of his mouth. Even out of bed, she looked beautiful to him, hair tumbling about her shoulders, last night's kajol smudged along her eyes and the press of the pillow leaving a mark on her cheek. Perhaps he loved seeing her this way because it was only he who could.
He ordered lunch to be brought to their room while Jeevika spoke cheerfully to Vidhi, making sure she was well and was taking care of herself and their baby. She even made Viren talk to her, which resulted in a rather awkward conversation that was soon thankfully taken over by Vanshika.
A knock came at the door and Jeevika took the tray of food from the hotel staff person, before sitting back on the bed. "Virenji, you ordered this?"
"Mmhmn," he motioned to her to remove the top cover and her eyes widened in delight, as she saw the food. He'd carefully ordered everything they had eaten last time they were in Goa; all of Jeevika's favourite dishes: the spicy prawn curry with rice, the deliciously-smelling pork vindaloo with pao and the small dishes of lentils, gourd and guava fruit. She closed her eyes taking a deep breath and he smiled as he watched her.
She turned to him, "You remembered everything?"
"Of course, I did," he grinned, taking some of the rice and curry with his fingers and holding it to her lips, abandoning the spoon, "Now, you've got to make sure it tastes just as good as it did the last time we were here."
She took a bite and closed her eyes in satisfaction, "Even better."
"What about the vindaloo?" he suggested and she sampled some of that as well, looking so radiant that he was enthralled with simply watching her and feeding her some more.
"You haven't eaten yet, have you?" she asked, once she realized he wasn't bothering to taste any himself.
"I had breakfast and coffee," he shrugged, trying to feed her once more, but she surprised him by taking the little ball of rice and curry from him and bringing it to his mouth. He was barely focused on the food, all he could think about was the way she looked and the touch of her fingers at his mouth as she fed him so sweetly. "Ouch!" she pulled her fingers back after he'd managed to graze them with his teeth.
"I'm sorry," he apologized immediately, but she was laughing at him and his absent-mindedness and he could do nothing but sheepishly run his clean hand through his hair as he did when he was embarassed.
Once they'd finished eating, she went to take a shower, as they were to go out to the beaches and he waited for her, sighing as he knew he wouldn't be able to get her alone until later when they returned. Still, the Goan beaches were quite romantic, he thought to himself, reminiscing from the last time they were there. Soon his thoughts went to pulling her into the shower with him and the exquisite magic of her in his arms. How he wished they could merely kiss the day away.
Jeevika changed into a pink salwar and found a towel to dry her hair with, standing in front of the mirror. Viren simply watched her, smiling as the water droplets hit his face. She hadn't really even noticed him sitting there and all at once, thoughts of Goan beaches disappeared from his mind and he got up, sneaking an arm around her waist.
She abruptly stopped drying her hair with the towel at his touch, unconsciously leaning backwards into him. He pushed her wet hair to one side and pressed his nose into her cheek, breathing in the light fruity undertones of her shampoo. She closed her eyes, relaxed, but when she felt the whisper of his breath move along to her neck, she squirmed slightly.
"Virenji?"
"Hmmn?"he tightened his hold on her arms, smiling at the shyness in her tone that had never quite left her after two years of marriage.
"Chodiye naa. We have to go out, don't we?"
He spun her around so she was facing him, with that towel pressed between them, as it had been on their first honeymoon. "Nahi," he replied, "We're not going out." His arms encircled her waist and he told her quietly, "What did I tell you? In this room, what you and I will do?"
She smiled more confidently now, "Virenji?"
"Hmm?"
"We're not staying in this room," she tossed him the towel impudently, "We're going out. I told you, didn't I?" and she moved out of his arms.
She turned back to the mirror and he sighed in reluctance, but in a sudden flash of lighting and a burst of thunder, she shrieked his name and found her way back into his arms, face hidden at his collarbone. He grinned at this newfound twist in events and at the rushing sound of rain as it fell in sheets outside, "Arrey, wah. Kya baat hai, bai?" he pressed her even closer. She shifted slightly so she was looking up at him, the shyness of before evident in her large eyes.
"Dekho, tumhaare paas 2 choices hai. We can do this outside in the rain...or here, in this room. Hmm?" he smiled, tilting his head towards her.
She nodded, an almost imperceptible motion, heat rising to her cheeks, smiling bashfully.
"Hmmn?" he queried again, grinning widely now.
She moved out of his grasp, but he swiftly picked her up in his arms. They looked at each other, unmovingly for a moment; Viren's smirk had faltered at the look in Jeevika's eyes, full of love and trust. He placed her gently down on the bed, strands of his hair clinging to hers and both their gazes dropped downwards at each other's lips.
Jeevika closed her eyes, feeling him drift closer, his warm breath a caress against her lips, but at another loud crash of thunder, she flinched to her side. Her eyes still closed, she felt his fingers push back her hair from the side of her face and his lips dipped down to kiss that exposed area of skin just under her ear that he had been about to before. He scattered light, teasing kisses along her neck that made her shiver and made her move almost unconsciously back to him so that those feather-soft, barely-there kisses could make their way to her lips.
But, he did not kiss her at once, instead, slowly trailing his lips upwards from her neck in such a way that made her toes curl and her fingers clutch onto his sweater-polo. She felt his smile at her jawbone, "Slowly, Mrs. Vadhera."
She felt rather indignant at that, "Virenji?"
"Hmmn..." his lips teased her ear.
"I think the rain has stopped, we can go out now," she challenged him.
Except he didn't have quite the reaction she'd hoped for, "Has it, now?" he pulled away, leaving her feeling bereft. "Well, let's go see, shall we?"
He didn't give her time to say anything more, pulling her by her hand out of the bed and to the glass doors leading to the balcony. She suddenly realized precisely what his intents were, as the rain was still pouring outside and she protested, trying to escape, "Virenji, no, I just took a shower."
"Well, you can always take another one," and with that he pushed the doors open and pulled her into the balcony, laughing. She gasped at the sudden fall of cold water that hit her, after the warmth of the suite, attempting to run back, but he caught her in his arms and spun her about off her feet, her back pressed against his chest. His laughter was infectious and soon, she was laughing as well, tilting her face upwards and catching the drops on her face, cupping water in her hands and throwing it at him.
When she looked at him a few moments later, he was looking at her intently, raindrops sparkling on his eyelashes like tiny diamonds, running down his face and neck in thin rivulets. He pulled a few wet strands of hair out of her face and caught the back of her head in his hand, bring her forward. Her hand rested on the polo that was now fully drenched, outlining his angles, her salwar hugging her curves, both their eyes drawn to each other and then their lips. And finally with a sudden rush, as the rain hit them harder, he kissed her. Not gently, but with unrepressed ardor and he tasted like rain and fruit, earthy and sweet.
When it became too cold and both began to shiver, he picked her up in his arms and carried her back into the room, which had now fallen dark with no light from the stormy sky, other than brief strikes of lightning. Instead of taking her back to their bed, however, he carried her into the bathroom to the shower. She flicked the handle and now instead of cold, there was heat and with heat, there was mist on the glass, clouded air and clouded minds.
Clouded, so she barely registered when the water turned off and her salwar became uncomfortably clingy.
Clouded, so she did not feel fear when the power in the building turned off and they were engulfed in total darkness, so she could not see him and he could not see her, but it didn't matter because they didn't need to see to know where the other was.
He towel-dried her hair and arms and wrapped it around her without doing so for himself, untying the knot of her dori and then removing her salwar, barely touching her. And she hardly registered the loss of clothing until she felt the slip of silk falling against her skin and he was tying the belt of her dressing gown closed, rubbing her arms for warmth. Her fingers found his chest and the cold metal of the zipper and she pulled it down in one motion, allowing him to pull it off. It was at that instant when there was a single strike of lightning, illuminating the room in blinding white light for less than a second, but that second was enough to discern the smooth, lean muscle of him, water running between the angular v of his chest and it was enough for him to catch her looking at him, with a velvety darkness in his eyes.
And it was pitch dark again, but in a few strides, he had picked her up into his arms and carried her back to the bed, his back slippery under her hands.
"Aren't you cold?" she whispered.
He almost smiled, remembering how she'd been similarly concerned on their first honeymoon, "Not with you."
Still, she tugged the covers over them to keep out the cold and pressed herself close as he kissed her in the dark and in the muted sound of rainfall and he smiled against her lips because he'd gotten what he wanted and they kissed the day away and more.