Serendipity- Anthology of Arranged Marriages- 10|8-pg 10 -Completed - Page 6

Chapter 9

( Shivaay )

Oh, she was a player. My doubts got clearer. The way she initiated the touch game. The way she responded to the kiss. The absence of any resistance or hesitancy. It only turned me on further. Not to count out the way she looked at my lips. I swear no woman had ever looked at me like that.

Her mouth tasted absolutely delicious to me. It was an insane mixture of hot and cold. With a strawberry tinge to the flavor. I had never thought my first kiss would turn out so sexy and out of box. We were sharing our first kiss, in between the waves of a beach on a pleasant breezy morn. I craved for more intimacy. She was a woman I wished to know every bit of, both inside and out.

I was in for a surprise when she pressed her lips against mine once again. Oh, the bold beauty in my arms would prove to be end of my patience. I parted my lips and allowed her assault.

She possessed magic, for my senses were seduced and my hands moved over her waist as she kissed me passionately. Like we had dine it million times before. Oh, my anticipation grew. My patience was dwindling, my spirit wanting for more. I needed her.

She broke apart, breathing heavily. Her eyes closed and lips fanning my nose. Her mouth was a furnace that blew hot breaths. I couldn't take my eyes of her serene face. Our eyes met when she opened hers. Slowly a blush colored her cheeks. Temptation to touch her cheeks sprang up within me. I didn't know whether she had already give me the right to. But, for once I wanted to do what I urged for. I did just that. Slowly my finger grazed her cheek. She gasped and drew her face backwards. Slowly her arms left my shoulder. She looked away. Was she still not ready to take our marriage to the next level? But she had been hinting at it, hadn't she? Maybe she needed more time? As long as the wait did not kill me, I was willing to wait.

"We should head back. Its getting colder." I suggested. Of course it would be cold, we were more than seven inches far already.

"Yeah." She said in a small voice.

Holding hands we walked out of the water. Slipping on our slippers we walked back in silence. Our hands intertwined. None of us wanted to leave.

With every breath I took, I relished what we shared. How could it be possible? For someone to become such an essential part of me so fast? I was aware of my slowly growing possessiveness towards this stranger. I liked to spend time with her. I loved to share everything with her. Things I wouldn't tell my brothers also. I was okay with her pin pointing my flaws or shortcomings.

I was okay with her thinking I am stupid. I was okay with being myself inclusive of all the stupidity, around her. I felt something different that I had never before.

She was silent all along. For once I did not want to think about what she could be thinking. I was lost in that world we had been to minutes before. I was so lost in that newly explored feeling, that I hadn't realised we reached the cottage. Only when she asked for the keys, I did.

In utter silence I entered after her, finally aware of the world around. I made it a point to shut the door. I had barely turned after shutting the door than she offered me a towel. "Thank you." I smiled. I liked the way she cared for me. I started wiping my hair looking at her. She was engrossed drying her neck, then arms, finally hair. Her eyes met mine. This silence was complicated. It was churned with serenity and anticipation. But, all I wanted to make sure was, she was okay with what happened. I did not want to freak her out with the intimacy.

I was flabbergasted on the fact that she had left everything, her home, her parents, her life to settle into mine. Yet she had no complaints and was settling like water in our lives. The least I could do was make sure she was happy and in no way uncomfortable.

"Anika." I began in a soft voice.

"Hmm." Her response was so musical to my ears. Was I beginning to fall for her or something? Everything about her suddenly seemed to grow enchanting. Her voice was enthralling, her look mesmerizing, her eyes captivating and her presence spellbinding.

I walked over to her. "I...I..mean... What happened... I .." Oh. Where were the words lost? They did not seem to be found.

She smiled, and pressed her lips against mine in a kiss. I blinked. Questions felw out. Desires came flying in. "You are okay, right?"

She giggled. "I am your wife."

I was blown over with that confidence. The trust that she had on me. The way she associated herself with me. My overwhelming senses couldn't hold on. I pulled her slightly into myself. I let the towel slip off my hand and cupping her face kissed her. She moaned at the sudden act. I chuckled mentally. My tongue found the way to hers. Oh, this was beautiful. Very beautiful.

I needed more the more I kissed. She was responding crazily well. Her hand around my neck. Her head tilted. Her chest heaving against mine. More, pray more, my body craved.

I pushed her slightly to the couch. Her eyes were blazing. She would kill me soon. I slowly leaned over her. Gazing at her. Were we possessed or something ? I never thought I could be so desperate. I looked into her eyes. What power did she had into those? What was she doing to me? What drew me to her?

My questions didn't last, for she impatiently pulled my face down, to make our lips meet.

Things became hotter. I kissed her wildly. We were moaning. I had not the slightest clue that our voices together could sound so luring. Curse that loud ring of the phone that mad EU's realise we were two different people, and not one body. She blushed to a crimson red as though sinking in what we had been doing. The strap of her dress, hung loose around her shoulder. She corrected it, looking embarrassed. I turned to answer the call, did I do that? A pride and a certain embarrassment grew together. She would throw out of the window all the tameness, I had nurtured for years.

It was Omkara. There you go, he had called to check on if we weren't involved in scandalous activity around the cottage. God, this man! I had clearly told him that me and Anika weren't intimate. But he was bent upon the fact that I was lying. I cursed him in a hushed voice while in a louder voice I told him we were getting ready for the function. Once we get back home, I m so dealing with him for this nonsense. He laughed at the other end, "Okay me and Gauri are just coming!"

Let him get married, I will see to it how he is not disturbed or kept away from his wife. Serves him well for annoying me.

I turned back to realize she had slipped into the washroom. I smiled widely throwing myslef on the bed. When would this function get over and when would we get back home!

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She snuggled into me as we lay on our bed, this time under a single duvet. I kissed her forehead slightly, she smiled in almost sleep. The morning's function and the drive back home had left us exhausted. Then there was this new found feeling that was growing on me. While she had excitement of the new job on her mind. Sighing I slept. Life was changing color and I was loving every not of it. Which idiot had once told me marriage was a curse and end to life? Whoever, stupid man!

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Happy Friendship Day!

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It is so terrible to sign off.

Anyways as all good things come to an end, this has to as well. Last update next.

Looking forward to thoughts on this part. I know there would be a certain question lingering in your head about the last installment. Let it be! ;)

[ Shivaay's POV ]

I slowly sipped the black coffee as I sat reading the Wall Street Journal. She would be down any minute. The kiss had left me wanting for more. It had created the sparks to intimacy. She was a sinful tease. How I wished it was her mouth, I was relishing and not the black coffee I had loved for years now.

Her voice fell into my ears as she greeted each of the family members. I looked up to find her hugging my mom. She never hugged me like that!

The next important thing was she was dressed in that gracious formal sarree. Minimal make up and her straight hair left open. I smiled at her as she settled in the chair beside mine.

I looked towards Omkara, as we spoke about the Goa trip. Mom asked him to show pictures. At once he unlocked his phone, extending his phone when he suddenly pulled back. I chuckled silently looking down, Anika caught that and looked bewildered. I made a straight face and focused on the food in my plate. Mom was questioning Om, while Om's hand vibrated as he hid the screen. "I need to make an urgent...call...I forgot...I will be back. " he said hurriedly getting up. He left after giving me a glare. I had a little while back asked for his phone to check the market. Well I hadn't exactly done that, but had taken revenge instead.

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(Anika's POV)

I wondered whether Is should ask him. I was sure he had laughed when poor Om, looked terrified. I had caught a glimpse of his wallpaper. It was of him and Gauri kissing. Though I had remained silent about it, but now I really wanted to know.

"You did that?" I asked him, as he steered the wheel to take the left.

"What?"

"The prank on Om?"

"You, you came to know."

"Caught a glimpse of his screen and your mirth!" Said I amused. He played pranks as well. The gentleman had an amusing side to him as well.

"Yeah!" He laughed. "Serves him well."

"What did he do?" I asked out of curiosity.

"He.." He started, then said abruptly, "Let it be between brothers." He winked. Haww! He winked too! This man was a surprise. One by one his new colors were emerging.

The car had reached our favorite signal. But I was so lost in my head's musings that I did not realise. I was knocked out of my thoughts with the knock on the window. There she stood the sleek shy girl with her evergreen smile. "Good day!" She said handing me the bouquet of flowers. I smiled. From a bunch to a bouquet. I looked at him, he was smiling widely. My own lips curved up. There was a note. Interesting.

"Have an amazing first day! Good luck with the new job!" It read.

I looked at him. "You could say that to me also."

He smiled looking aside and then focussed back on the road.

Once the car came to a hault, he looked at me. "Excited or nervous?"

"Both." I said taking a deep breath. Accounts manager at the Oberoi Industries. That was big.

"You look very pretty!"

"You noticed?" I was so happy, he did. I had considered his opinion over mine.

"Of course."

I blushed despite not wanting to. "Then.."

"Hmm." He sighed.

"Okay then meet you at lunch?"

"Sounds good."

"Have a nice day, I said turning to the door.

" you too." I looked back and smiled. He made no move to get out of the vehicle. Even I didn't want to.

"Shivaay?"

"Huh"

"Bye." Can we kiss? A small good bye kiss? We would be three buildings away! Plus, it was my first day!

"Hmm." Wow, what a reply to my bye.

"Anika!" His voice made me still. I shut the car door, that I had opened slightly.

"Hmm..?"

"Is this where we kiss?" He asked looking at me. Kill me already couldn't he make this less awkward by just pulling me and slamming his lips on mine?

"Is that the way, you ask for one?"

"I...don't... Know?"

"I am your wife. Claim it, of you want it." I tur ed to leave. As my heart wished, he pulled me back and more to his side. Cupping my face from both his hands he hungrily guzzled my lips. The bouquet fell on my lap as I held his hands kissing him back.

I pulled back to breathe, he looked at me. Before I could even blink, his one hand traveled to the back of my neck and other to my cheek, leaning more to my side, he tilted my face and captured my lip again. I was startled. His fingertips on my neck. This moment was intensifying. Oh, dear!

He bit my lips when I did not open them to him. O loved the feeling of his lips on mine. "Aah!" I yelped and he entered his tongue into my mouth. This man was a fireball. I was melting. I was almost close to breathless, tugging at his hand to let him know. He broke apart inhaling loudly. Leaning back on his seat,he exhaled. I looked away at the rearview mirror. I rubbed, the side of my lips, my lipstick was smeared. I looked at him. I loved how he was still in a little daze. I leaned over to his side, and rubbed the lipstick of his lips. "Anika!" His voice seemed drugged and desperate. I pulled my hand away. Oh this new intimacy.

He took the tissue and helped himself. He looked at me in a way I couldn't even describe. I quickly got out before the awkwardness went off and we were turned on to our desires again.

"Call me if you any problem!" He said and I smiled. "Thank You!" I started walking in the opposite direction. Towards the building that housed the Accounts Department. Oh. The new job could got to hell. I wanted to stay with him!

As I took a few steps ahead. Nervousness grew over. What if I did not perform well? What if the seniors hated me? What if the coworkers were arrogant people? Would I fit well? Mom and dad had been on group chat throughout the drive back he previous day to tell me to fretting. I just gave into over thinking at times. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath turning and marched to him. He was baffled to see me obstruct his path. "All okay?"/he asked concerned and confused.

" I ...am unsure.. I need a hug!"

No sooner than I had said it then he wrapped his arms around me. I took deep breaths. I missed dad. He would always give me that reassuring hug.

He slowly ran his hand up and down my back. "Relax. Walk in like you own the place. Because, Mrs Shivaay Singh Oberoi. You do!" He whispered into my ears.

A wide smile made it's way up my face. "Thanks."

"You are crying?" He asked. Shit, ddi he see those tears in my eyes.

"No now I am okay.Thanks, bye!" I hurried away. Submitting to my temptation I turned behind. He stood there still smiling, and waved his hand.

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It had been three days. Work was excellent, tiring though. The company had too many rules and procedures. Nevertheless, I was slowly beginning to settle. Juniors were nice. There was this senior lady, I swear she hated me. She never smiled. No one really knew in the department that I was Mrs. Shivaay Singh Oberoi. I liked that. Well, one day obviously they would know. But, until the day I would enjoy this later I could enjoy the title of his Mrs. Things were slowly falling into place.

We had come home early today and had an early dinner. He entered when I was setting the bed. I smiled at him picking up the novel and keeping it back in the small cupboard. The last thing I wanted was to him to casually pick it up and red through it.

"That's a nice book, isn't it?" I heard him say as he sat on the couch. I looked at him from the across the room. Did he read it? Of course not! Maybe he was just playing.

"Yeah." I said quietly moving to the cupboard.

"Which is your favorite scene?" My eyes shot open and I gulped. Well the book was an intimte romance between two childhood friends who lived together and were to get married.

"None. " I said simply, hurriedly keeping the clothes and preparing for the night shower.

He chuckled.

"What?" I frowned.

"Nothing."

Blinking, I walked hurriedly to the washroom. Was he playing along or had he really red the book? He had seen me a couple of times with the book. Oh, my complicated gentleman husband!

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This part got little longer than usual, so epilogue next.

-Anami!