When Abhishek Mehra was a child he had deciphered the best gifts came in glossy red flawless packaging with a bow on top. Apparently not very much changed in the last fifteen years he mused as he stared appreciatively at the sight in front of his eyes. She stood in front of the mirror wearing a red negligee that left little to imagination. Good Lord he had always wondered what lay below those dowdy umbrella type clothes she preferred to wear. If a honeymoon trip to Goa was all that would make her shed the professor look he would have sweet talked his dadi into this much earlier.
Once the festivities had come to an end on Aliya s big day they had been gifted a long overdue honeymoon package by Dadi s friends. Oh the Irony he gloated asking the to be groom s ex girl friend to accompany his best friend for a weekend of sin. That s quiet a mouthful Abhi he chided himself and the closest you will be getting to sin would be gulping down Sex on the beach till the throbbing inside would be a dull ache. That was the same night his drunken wife had blurted out her innocence. He had casually brushed it off as another of her schemes to hypnotize him but two days later he had overheard the sisters arguing and he knew all that alcohol was Pragya s personal brand of veritaserum.
Abhi cleared his throat to get her attention and he couldn't help but smirk when she jolted at his voice. It was definitely his sexy drawl rather than the element of surprise. She turned around her eyes rolling in innocence 'This is the most decent outfit in my entire suitcase' she huffed and then accusations dint stop. The bag was not hers. She had not packed these scraps of silk.It was all his fault. He mentally patted his back he was a master in the art of selective listening, this would give him enough time to appreciate her curves, the way her brown curls cascaded down kissing the creamy skin of her neck, the red dress moulded to her body like second skin, the slim velvet ribbons tied in a bow highlighting the way her waist clinched in and her breasts curved out.
By the time he had come out of his reverie she was sitting on the bed, covers drawn up to her neck holding a book which she had found placed on the side stand next to the bed. She definitely had dadi wrapped around her little finger, Pragya had the habit of reading before going to bed and looked like the woman who raised him had given clear instructions to the hotel staff. The candles, Chardonnay in the mini refrigerator, the chocolate dipped strawberries, the four poster bed. Hell there was no balcony or even a couch so they had agreed to share the bed for the duration of the vacation. He came out of his train of thoughts when he heard her snort; she banged the book on the table. The cover page was a silver colored tie on a black background, Abhi couldn't help grinning cheekily 'I have those in different shades' as he traced the triangular knot 'and I would have no problems if you use them on me' his voice almost like a caress. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as she lay down and muttered 'Cocky much' before turning to her side leaving Abhi stumped.
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