Hello Shello, after complaints of the update being very short last time, I am giving you a loooooong one. If your patience runs out, i sure won't take the blame 😉😆. The HM winds up with this update and in the next one, Prachi chalegi sasural. Cheers 😃
Milind swam the whole length of the infinity pool. The view from there was magnificient. Their bungalow was perched on a hill, on the most picturesque Bora-Bora Island (one of the Tahiti islands). Perched high and nestled among the trees, the open terraced pool had the most arresting view. After a week in the over water bungalow, Milind had brought Prachi here. Prachi had just looked at him and her surroundings, wide-eyed. Milind smiled remembering the look on her face. "It's not over yet, Cherry", he said to himself. There was just three days left in their honeymoon. It had been an utterly romantic and magical time of his life. He couldn't explain it in words. It was everything he had dreamt and beyond. She was everything he had ever needed and more. He enjoyed stroking her passions and watched her slowly emerge from her shell. His patience was indeed reaping rewards. He just couldn't get enough of her. He wondered if he ever would. He grinned at his own thoughts.
But sometimes, she can push his patience to the limit. Like now…….It was time for that swimming lesson she had been successfully avoiding throughout their stay. Today, he was not hearing any of her excuses. He floated on his back, enjoying the view that spread before him. The sea was a magnificient blue and his eyes could see as far as where the bright blue sky almost touched the sea. The whole island was a hidden jewel. They trekked, cruised around in a boat, took long walks in the beach and made love. Life couldn't have been more beautiful.
He sighed and called again impatiently, "Prachiiiiiiiiiii, your time is up. Are you going to come out or not?" he shouted.
She had pleaded to him that she won't be able to wear a bikini. He had compromised to a one-piece swim suit and she was not even having that. In the end, completely fed up, he had asked her to wear whatever she was comfortable with. And of course, he was disappointed. In spite of packing all those sexy nightwears, she hadn't worn even one of them. The one time he had expressed his anger and irritation, her eyes had filled with hurt so quickly that horrified, he had backtracked immediately. The last thing he wanted to do was to upset her, especially on their honeymoon. Moreover, he wouldn't want her to do anything if she didn't wish it. At the same time, he also wished that she had respected his wishes too.
Sighing, he was about to call her name again, when his eyes narrowed in annoyance. She walked out wearing a ridiculously long tight swimming trunk that stopped above her knees and a long sleeveless swim top. Fantastic! Maximum coverage! Where does she find such stuff? He fumed silently. But he had been there when she bought it from the shops along the beach front and even wore it when they did watersports. He never thought that she would be saving it for their swimming lesson too. He took a deep breathe to compose himself. She was looking at him worriedly trying to gauge his reaction. Was she afraid of him? That was the last thing he wanted. He gave a small smile and extended his arm. The relief on her face was splendid. He felt his heart constrict with tenderness. Why was she still so shy around him? He knew that she wanted him as much as he wanted her but was too shy and nervous to let go of her inhibitions……..still.
Seeing her hesitate near the water, he extended both arms, gesturing her closer. His smile grew wider as she clung to him the minute her body touched the water, her eyes shut and body taut with fear. "Come on, Prachi, we are in the shallow end and the water is only up to your waist level. Open your eyes", he said teasingly.
Still clinging to him, Prachi opened her eyes slowly. She turned her eyes immediately away from the water and looked at him with scared eyes. He watched her intently as her expression changed from fear to awareness. Her eyes swept down his body and back up again and she slowly eased herself away from him.
He grinned with satisfaction and traced her pink cheeks, "Let's get down to business, Shall we?" he said softly.
The next fifteen minutes was hardwork but full of fun for Milind. He had to coax her even through the fundamentals and she jumped everytime he touched her. After much assurance and coaxing, he got her to try to float face down in the water. As he tried to support her, his hand closed against her breasts and gasping, Prachi lost control. Spluttering and coughing, she came up as Milind pulled her back on her feet. "Sweetheart, your constant awareness of me is making things harder for both of us. I am trying to be all decent and professional and you are just not helping me", he groaned in frustration.
Her face flaming, Prachi stepped back hurriedly and slipped. Her body hit Milind's as he pulled her close to him and she stared into his heated eyes. Her body had gone warm feeling every contour of his body against hers and she shifted slightly, brushing against him. Milind's fingers tightened in her hair and with a groan his mouth covered hers. Prachi's fingers raked over his wet back and she kissed him back equally passionately. They froze at the unmistakable sound of thunder. The weather had changed in minutes and the once blue sky had turned grey. They jumped apart as the heavens opened on them without warning. They looked at eachother as rain pelted around them.
Pulling herself together and slightly embarrassed at her own loss of control, Prachi climbed out of the pool. She blushed at Milind's unwavering gaze on her. She picked up a dry towel from under the sheltered sit out area and looked at him.
"Don't even think about it", Milind's voice was hoarse and he was still standing in the water, looking at her.
She gave a naughty look, "I changed my mind about your swimming lessons. You broke a rule in professionalism, Milind Mishra. You can't be trusted any more", she said tongue-in-cheek.
Eyes narrowing, Milind pulled himself out of the pool and walked towards her slowly. Prachi swallowed, her eyes taking every inch of his swimming trunk clad body. She shrieked as he pulled her closer. His hands held her closer as he whispered, "I am all set to teach you a lot of lessons, honey. Not just swimming. Now, let me teach you a trick or two. Let's find a bed, shall we?" he asked, his teeth nibbling at her ears.
Shocked at his outrageousness, she struggled in his hold, hitting his chest, trying in vain to get away. Milind hissed as her sharp nail scrached his neck. "You are such a wild cat, Prachi. First thing's first…….you have to be tamed", he said huskily and in a swift movement, lifted her up and swung her over his shoulder.
With her courage ebbing away completely, a shocked Prachi kicked her legs, "Mi……lind…put me down, you junglee…….caveman……let me go" she shrieked. She struggled vigorously as he walked purposefully to the near by lounger and shrieked as he threw her on the soft mattress. She gasped in shock as he pulled the straps of her wet top down her arms in one swift movement. Before she could even react, he pinned her hands above her head.
"You called me a caveman, right…..! This time, I will show you exactly what a caveman does to his woman", his eyes glinted with black fire and his mouth came crashing down on hers.
With one hand still holding her hands above her head, Milind drove her to the heights of passion. Prachi's mushy mind never knew when her body gave up struggling and became compliant in his passion. "Mi..li…..nd", his name was a plea on her lips and she longed to touch him. Atlast he let go of her hands and immediately, she hugged him and held him close, giving herself to him completely. The rain mellowed down to a drizzle after a long time and Prachi whispered against his ears, "I love you, my caveman".
Seated in the lounge, Inder was going through the expenses. Thanks to the long shopping list that Premlatha had, expenses had shot through the roof. It would be months before he steadied himself, financially. Agreed that the Mishras had taken over the whole wedding but Inder didn't want to leave anything to chance and went out of his way with the lavish gifts to relatives and close friends from both sides. Now the wedding reception was looming closer and he and Premlatha were flying to London in a week. He had strictly refused any offer of help from the Mishras for the visas and the tickets and paid everything himself. It bothered him that none of his relatives or even Pranay and his family would be accompanying him to London. The wedding itself had been very lavish and long and after spending almost two weeks joining the Shah's, none of them could afford another long break immediately, both time and money wise, especially outside the country. All the running around had seriously compromised Gayathri bua's health and she was advised complete rest. She had been his last hope and with her not joining them, her whole family pulled out too. Even his close friends had apologised. He wondered if the real reason was the Mishras.
In a way, he couldn't blame them. He himself was very nervous. He was going to have a first hand experience of their lifestyle and status. He had no doubt that the wedding reception would be completely different in style to the Indian wedding they had in Chennai. It would be too western and lavish for him to cope and the very thought of joining them filled him with nervousness. He knew Premlatha was equally worried. They didn't posess the class and poshness to mingle in such high society and wondered what the Mishra's guests would think of them. They were just simple people with simple needs and a much simpler lifestyle. He wondered for the umpteenth time how his daughter would cope in her new life. The fact that none of his family members or friends would be joining hadn't made much difference to the Mishras. It was a celebration thrown mostly for their business circle and close friends and family and as Prachi's parents, only Inder and Premlatha's presence were an absolute necessary. Anand had told him that invitation was very selective and about 300 guests were expected. Inder had been worried sick after hearing that. Exactly how influential and super rich would their selective guest list would be? He couldn't even blame Neev for not joining them. Without even his parents, he would definitely feel like a third wheel and staying with Milind and Prachi would indeed be very difficult for him. Inder understood and didn't force him any further.
With their relatives gone, a panic stricken Premlatha immersed herself in a shopping spree. Even Lisa and Pooja had helped her with it. She had already packed all their clothing, gifts for the Mishra's and Mehra's family, Prachi and Milind. With everything almost ready, she was still brooding over what else to take with them. To top it all, they were going to stay in their samdhi's house and that itself had pushed them to heights of nervousness.
Inder sighed and leaned back, closing his eyes. He smiled as he felt his wife's hand on his shoulder. "After three days, Prachi and Milind will be flying to London. It would be another long flight for our gudiya. Wonder what time they will be leaving Tahiti?" said Premlatha.
Inder looked at her, "How would I know, Premlatha? Ask Prachi when she calls you…I mean, if she calls you. Your daughter is way too busy to even think about her parents", he said in a complaining tone.
Premlatha smiled at her husband's tone. "Aap bhi na Inder. Your daughter is not on a school excursion trip to call and update you every hour. She is on her honeymoon and we should worry only if she called us every day. Did you not hear how happy she sounded when she called last week?" she chided softly.
Inder gave a snort. "I know she is happy, Premlatha. And I want nothing else but that. And I did hear how she sounded last week. Her every sentence started and ended with the name Milind", he said with a huff.
Premlatha laughed at the expression on her husband's face. "Stop it, Inder. They had been married for just two weeks now. What else do you expect? You should be glad that she called us. And you will not call Prachi unless she does", she said warningly.
Inder glared at her, "You seem to have forgotten what you did on our honeymoon, Premlatha. You were missing your parents badly and even cried a few times", he said.
Premlatha cocked her head to one side and smiled, "You took me from one temple to the other on our so called honeymoon, Inder. If you had taken me to Tahiti, I wouldn't have missed my parents and shed tears", she said naughtily.
Inder laughed and put his arm around his wife and hugged her, "That's why I am taking you to London now. Consider this as our second honeymoon. And what's more, we will be staying at the spectacular Mishra Mansion" he said and laughed again.
Premlatha hit him playfully. "Kuch toh sharam karo. Beti ki sasural hai. Aisi ulti seedhi baatein math karna wahan jaakar" she warned. Laughing again, Inder hugged her closer.
Prachi watched the shimmering lights on the dark sea water with dismay. After their morning rendervous by the swimming pool, followed by a long, relaxed lunch and a short nap, they hit the beach in the evening. The whole beach was beautifully lit with lanterns, the mood very romantic and alcohol flowed freely. The resort had organized a Tahitian dance show and it was absolutely brilliant. Most of the audience were young couples and seated on the soft sand, most of them seemed to be losing themselves in each other. Prachi shifted uncomfortably. That was not the only reason for her dismay. She watched Milind from the corner of her eyes as he drowned the last mouthful of his second beer. He was utterly enjoying himself and threw occasional very appreciative comments about the performance and the dancers. He clapped vigorously as the dance came to an end. It was a very sensual number and the dancers were clad as skimpily as possible. There was nothing much left to the imagination and Prachi heard a lot of appreciative comments from the men around her and to her fury, Milind was one of them.
Her eyes watched him sulkily as he went to grab another drink. A few of the dancers were posing for photos with a group of men and Prachi's eyes narrowed as Milind joined them too. Her eyes were blazing fire when he walked back laughing with a few other men. She gave a slight shiver when he handed her a chilled drink.
Milind's eyebrows rose, "You are clothed from shoulder to ankle, Prachi. Don't tell me you are cold", he said teasingly.
Prachi's face fell as she looked down at herself. She was wearing a long skirt up to her ankles and a short sleeved top. She turned to see him stretch out contently on the sand. She stretched out next to him and looked at the star lit sky. There was just two more nights left in Tahiti. She looked at him, "I didn't like the costumes of these dancers, Milind. Too much skin show", she said with distaste.
Milind turned to her, surprised, "I think it was perfect, Prachi. With the elaborate head dresses, the costume blended in too well. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, darling. I think you will appreciate skimpily clad men better", he said naughtily and Prachi hit him, annoyed.
Holding hands, they walked back to their bungalow. Prachi moved closer to him, "Don't you like what I am wearing, Milind", she asked softly.
Milind looked at her and frowned, "It is good but it is too much to wear in a beach, especially for a sultry warm Tahitian night. But then you always wear too much clothes, ……..even in our bedroom", he gave a shrug and continued walking.
Tears filled Prachi's eyes. He sounded so disapproving just then. She chewed on her lower lip worriedly at his mention of her choice of clothes in their bedroom. She knew that he was disappointed that she hadn't worn any of the nightdresses he had chosen for her. She just didn't understand the extent of his disappointment till then.
Having changed into nightclothes, Milind stretched out on the sofa in their bedroom with his eyes closed. It had been a beautiful night and he had made so many plans for the next day. After all, he wanted to wind up their honeymoon in style. He smiled imagining the look on Prachi's face when she would realise what he had been planning.
"Milind, I will change and come", said Prachi softly and he just grunted in response.
He opened his eyes and frowned at the sudden darkness in the room. Prachi had turned off the lights and the room was illuminated in a soft glow of the nightlamp. She looked at him from under her lashes and Milind sat up straight picking up the tension in the air. His eyes followed her when she hesitantly walked towards him. She sat perched on the arm of the sofa and leaned closer to him. Her finger traced his cheek and down his neck.
"My husband thinks that I don't dress appropriately in the bedroom. I am just about to change that notion", she said huskily.
Milind's eyes gleamed and lifting her finger to his lips, he bit it gently. "And how exactly are you planning to change that notion, Prachi?" he asked softly.
"Wait and Watch, Milind" she said and moved away swiftly when he reached for her. "And you can only watch, Milind. You can't touch me", she said in a husky whisper.
Milind leaned back with an arrogant look, "My hands have a mind of their own, my cherry girl. They don't obey me", he said.
Prachi looked at him shyly, "But they will obey me", she said. Swiftly removing the scarf holding up her hair, she tied it around his hands. She shook her head and Milind watched with heated eyes as her hair fell around her face in a soft wave. He looked at his handcuff and then looked at her. Prachi moved back, "Remember, Milind. No touching", she warned softly and disappeared into the shadows.
Milind closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His heart was thudding in his chest with excitement and he waited for the show to begin.
He thought he was prepared but…….. oh boy! Was he wrong? His breathing went completely haywire at the very sight of her. Clad in a baby pink dress that came only up to her mid thighs, the sphagetti straps and a deep neck line, giving him an eyeful of her creamy curves, he stared at her. The soft light only added to the tension and his eyes moved hungrily over her. She stood at a distance; eyes cast down shyly, her cheeks a bright pink. Her shyness only added to her beauty and she looked way too sexy. "Closer", he said hoarsely. He watched as she moved towards him slowly, the layers of her dress softly ruffling.
Prachi watched his hands clench into a fist with satisfaction and shyness. Her heart clenched with pride at the effect she could have on him. She longed to bury her face in his chest, away from his smouldering gaze but with an effort, she pulled herself together. She can't chicken out………not now. As he leaned forward, she moved back into the shadows swiftly.
He groaned aloud when she walked out again in a silver grey dress which was shorter than the pink one and with an even deeper cleavage. Milind's eyes stayed on her thighs and he was definitely having trouble breathing. "Prachi……" he said her name hoarsely and she disappeared again swiftly. A wave of heat pooled inside him. There was only one other left which was the skimpiest of all. It was what he had packed for her. A black sheer transparent lacy number and Oh man, he was sure that his poor heart would stop beating the minute she emerged wearing it.
She walked out again and his eyes narrowed at the soft black silk wrapped around her body. She walked closer to him and pulled the scarf and untied his hands. She moved back swiftly. "This time, you can't look, Milind" she said way too soflty.
Milind forgot to breathe as she quickly blindfolded him. His mouth had gone completely dry. So, she was wearing it! "Can I touch?" he asked with difficulty.
"Only if you want to", she said in the softest of whisper and Milind's body tensed as he heard a rustle as the wrap slid down her body. A shiver went through Prachi when she felt the faintest of caress of his fingers along her thigh. He pulled her down on his lap and Prachi moaned as his hands and mouth made up for the lack of his eyes.
She was trembling when he atlast whispered softly. "Undo the blindfold, Prachi", he ordered huskily and with trembling hands, Prachi obeyed. Eyes closed, she held her breath as Milind's eyes moved over her body slowly taking in every inch of her. She clung to him fiercely when he lifted her up in his arms and walked towards the bed, purposefully.
Prachi protested when Milind pulled the covers off her, the next morning and tried to snuggle closer to him. It was a long time before they went to sleep and she had trouble opening her eyes now. Her body ached pleasantly as she stretched.
"Wake up, Sleepyhead. I am taking you out today", he said soflty, placing a soft kiss on her pouting lips.
Giving up after her repeated attempts to know where they were going, Prachi was surprised when they reached the harbour. She stood stunned at the beautiful, gleaming white yacht that was moored there. A very eye-catching model, It was a small luxury yacht with a golden embossed sign of the Mishra's logo. It was a spectacular boat and Prachi stared at it in awe.
Quickly stepping on to the ladder, Milind held his hand out and winked at her, "Welcome aboard, Mrs. Mishra".
She stepped into the yacht, completely awed. They were pleasantly greated by a couple of men on board and Prachi looked around in a daze as Milind spoke to them. Prachi jumped feeling his arm around her waist.
Milind kissed her forehead, "Don't worry, sweetheart. They left and we are all alone", he said softly and smiled widely as she hugged him tightly.
"Oh my god! I am not dreaming. Am I, Milind? Someone pinch me, please" she said almost to herself and jumped as Milind pinched her.
Laughing, he held her flailing arms as she tried to hit him, "Let's take her out to the sea, shall we?" he asked softly.
As the boat sped through the waters, Prachi leaned back against him. The soft bouncing of the yacht over the waves was pleasantly soothing and she sighed. "So, we even have a yacht", she said wonderously.
Milind laughed, "A few, darling. This is just a small yacht I bought last year. Vicky and I did a bit of sailing before we came to India last year", he said.
Prachi sighed again, "Oh God! I am going to be so spoilt", she said and laughing, Milind kissed her head.
Prachi leaned against the rails on the deck and looked at the turquoise sea spread as far as her eyes could see. Milind had killed the engines along ago and the boat didn't sway much on the near still waters. They were going to spend the whole day at sea…..wow.
"You can look out as much as you want later, Prachi. Get dressed for the occasion and this one calls for a bikini", Milind winked at her. Blushing, she shook her head. "That is all I packed for you, darling and that is what you will wear. I have compromised on a kaftan. So, go and get dressed", he gently pushed a blushing Prachi towards the stairs.
He was pouring a chilled drink, when she walked back to the deck. The sleeveless kaftan came up just above her knees but was transparent in the sunlight, showing off her black and white bikini. He whistled soflty and Prachi's cheeks darkened. She pulled the edge of the kaftan down, selfconsciously and Milind grinned, handing her a drink. They lounged with their drink, enjoying the tranquillity of the place, when Milind stood up suddenly.
"It is quite warm, Prachi and the water looks so inviting. I am going to take a dip", he said and pulled off his t-shirt. "I fancy a swim with the sharks", he winked at her and dived neatly into the sea.
Shocked, Prachi rushed to look. Sharks!!! Was he being serious? Her eyes searched for him in the water and smiled as he came up with an exhilarated shout. Shaking her head as he waved at her, she moved back. By the time, he climbed back on to the boat; she had set up the table for lunch. Towelling his hair dry, she blushed as he placed a quick kiss on her lips. They had a light lunch and Prachi looked at him surprised when he handed a glass of chilled white wine. "Wanna try?" he asked her. Hesitating for a minute, she took the glass from him and took a tentative sip. She swallowed it quickly and screwing her face up in distaste, put the glass down. Laughing, Milind pulled her into his arms.
The boat swayed gently as the breeze picked up. The sun was getting warmer by the minute and Prachi stretched out on the lounger under the sun shade, her head resting on Milind's chest. Her eyelids felt heavy and she yawned, feeling completely relaxed. She whimpered when she felt the coldness of the sunscreen lotion on her arms and nestled in closer to Milind. She protested slightly when Milind pulled the kaftan off her. She moaned feeling his hands on her body. Relaxing soon as he gently massaged her, she fell asleep. Milind looked at his sleeping wife. Clad in a bikini and her curves in full display, she looked breath takingly beautiful. He traced his fingers down her midriff and stilled when she shifted. He leaned back and pulled her into his arms and waited for her to wake up.
Prachi frowned at the feel of his hard body against hers and opened her eyes slowly. Shock soon turned into horror to find her clad in near to nothing and lying half on him, her leg entwined with his. Milind's arms tightened around her when she tried to get up. Feeling his eyes on her, her whole body went bright red.
Unable to move away from him, she closed her eyes tightly. "Don't look at me like that", she whispered pleadingly.
Milind's hand ran down her body, "I can look however and howmuchever I want, sweetheart. I have every right in the world", he said hoarsely and his lips found hers.
Prachi looked at the gentle sway of the dark waters. The night sky was softly lit and the breeze was getting cooler. They had just had a romantic dinner. There was a soft music playing in the background. She sighed wrapping her arms around her body. It was the last night of their honeymoon. She was extremely and contently happy. Sometimes she wondered if she even deserved as much. Every day had been blissful and she only fell more in love with him with every passing minute. She smiled shyly as he pulled her into his arms and moved slowly to the music. He gently blew the tendrils off her face. Prachi's hands moved up his chest and entwined behind his neck. She pulled his face down to her and kissed him.
The sound of rain was slightly stronger and Milind stirred in his sleep. Holding Prachi close, he looked at the clock. It was 5 am. They have to get back to the harbour atleast by mid morning and were leaving Tahiti in the afternoon. They would be home the next day. He smiled and kissed Prachi's head resting against his chest. She was wearing the short pink nightdress. His fingers traced the soft skin of her arm. She had given in to his every whim and fantasy but fantasies were never ending things, weren't they? What she loved most about her was the underlying shyness in everything she did…..when she put on that seductive show and even when she wore that bikini. There was such innocence in her every move and he treasured it. He wanted her to be her ownself but just ease her inhibitions just like she did in the last few days. He smoothed her hair gently. Oh how he loved her! He kissed her head as she snuggled closer to him. Her leg traced his in a soft erotic caress and he tensed. Her dress rode higher and his hand caressed her thigh and moved higher. Prachi moaned in her sleep and giving up, Milind pulled her on top of him. Before, Prachi could even open her sleepy eyes, Milind's mouth covered hers.
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