Part 2: Just You...
Shivaay's POV.
It's been two days since I realized that she loves me, everything feels like a dream. I can't believe she loves me after everything I have been doing to her.
From my previous experiences with women, I had understood that they like to be priority number 1. They love it when they have attention and comfort. But I had provided none to Anika. I never made her feel important, though I kept saying that she is. Nearly lost her to death more than once, almost never bothered to ask her opinion regarding the matters of our family. Never asked her if she was comfortable with my family, especially since it was me who forced her to marry me.
I just continued to assume things.
But this wasn't an assumption. This was surety. This was finality.
I loved her.
I love her.
And I will always love, only her.
Tonight she would know about my feelings. I will tell her about how deeply I feel about her. How she isn't just my wife, she is my soul mate and better half by all means.
All I can think while writing notes for her is her beautiful smile while she will try to absorb my words when I will finally say those words to her. Every time I think about her, my heart skips a beat and then beats faster than it ever has.
I place a gift wrapped box with a single red rose along with a note that says:
______________________________
Romance is the glamour,
which turns the dust of everyday life
into a golden haze.
Dinner tonight at 8 PM.
Please wear this.
-SSO.
_____________________________
Satisfied with my words, leave to place the next note near the dressing table drawer, where her accessories were kept. I place another box carrying earrings with another rose and a note.
_____________________________
There is no charm equal to
tenderness of heart.
I assume these would go
along with your outfit.
-SSO.
_____________________________
She will see it when she returns from work. I have 3 more hours before we leave for our dinner, so I will call up the manager to find out about the preparations.
****3 hrs. later****
She is back, I can say without even looking for her. The laughter and joyous sound of family says it all for her, she brings that along with her. God! How did I turn out to be such a lucky f*cker!?
I rush towards the hall only to hear her conversation with OmRu in Om's studio.
"Romance isn't his cup of tea, Rudra! Marriage with The Shivaay Singh Oberoi has shattered all my dreams of romance. I hadn't dreamt of marrying a multi-billionaire, I had dreamt of marrying a guy who would have enough free time to spend with me."
"He does care for you. He looks forward to spend time with you." Om tried to convince her.
"Arrey! Care karne se kya hota hai? Care hum dostoon ki bhi karte hai, paltu kutte ki bhi karte hai aur bhai behenoon ki bhi karte hai!! Rahi baat time spend karne ki, toh tumhare Bhaiya ek baar bhi mujhe picture dikhane ya long drive pe nahi legaya. Date toh chodo chaat tak nahi khilayi mujhe! I want to be his wife not his friend. There is a difference in calling and accepting me as his wife." She huffs and puffs.
"But Bhabhi, you are his wife. Not his friend. And he cares for you as his wife, he doesn't treat you like his other friends and associates. You know that."
"That he does. I love it when he cooks for me! I have hardly heard from my friends that their husband would cook for them. I thinks he is sweet. A sweet taadibaaz..."
"Bhabhi you are whipped!" chirps Saumya.
"Kya? Whipped? What's that??"
"Nothing, you should be bothered about. Back to the topic, I say that Shivaay can do romance. Right, Shivaay?"
Anika spins around, a horrified expression on her face.
"Shivaay? When did you come here?"
"When you were criticizing my romancing skills. Do you really think that I can't do romance? Huh?"
"I don't think so... I know so."
"Hey, Paanika! Are you challenging me? You know I love challenges."
"Firstly, don't spoil my name. Secondly, you are so loosing this challenge."
"We'll see. Now go to the room, and get dressed, there is somewhere we need to be."
"Somewhere to be? Where?"
"That is for me to know, and you to find out."
"Arrgh... Fine, don't tell me."
"I'm not. Go. Now." I say sternly as she stomps off. Smiling inwardly and feeling giddy.
"Has the day finally come then? Hmm?" Om asks mischievously. That devil!
"That's for me to know, and you to find out."
"Mr. Tadibaaz, don't forget we play equal role in completing your love story... So you better give us some credits." Rudra says with fake seriousness.
"Of course. You guys are the heroes, while I play the villain who ruins the story. Am I right?"
"Yes! Absolutely!" Both snicker and eventually burst out laughing.
I roll my eyes and turn around to leave when I hear loud cheers of 'All the best' from Om, Ru and Saumya.
I smile as I reach the main door, to see the car ready to depart as soon as Anika gets in. Perfect. Everything is in place.
As of now.
"Shivaay." I hear soft whisper from the angle dressed in black. My taste suits her.
I'm stunned. Too lost to reciprocate her words.
Beautiful. Gorgeous. Perfection.
All the words describe her beauty. The dress hugging her curves, even the ones that weren't noticeable before.
I mentally groan when I visualize myself undressing her out of it.
Down boy! Calm down! Now isn't the time.
"Shivaay? When did you buy this? How do I look?"
"Beautiful!" I say as if in a daze, while she smiles and blushes deep scarlet.
"Shall we leave then? We are late already..."
"Okay? But where are we off to?"
"You'll see. Come.."
She keeps questioning me during the entire drive about the occasion. Or if is it a social event, or a ball, or award function, how to behave, what to say, who all are to be present and what not. While I answer none of her questions.
Finally reaching the destination, I open the door for her while she gapes at the whole set up.
At a beach side. A beautiful set up for a dinner for two with soft music playing, soothing the restless soul inside me. Soft curtains against the poles and a path enlightened by the lamps leading to the table.
She looks at me, still in shock and I lift her chip up.
"I'm sure you wouldn't want to eat up flies instead of warm dinner. Huh?"
"Did you... you... Did you do this for me? Me? No! Are you sure we are at the right place? I think we are going to gate crash someone's date! Let us leave!" She says so and turns around to leave when I hold her elbow and let out a chuckle, she is definitely in for a huge surprise.
"No, Anika. This for you. For us. I did this for us and this is our first official date." I say as I smile widely at her reaction.
"No."
"Not no! It's a yes! I won't take no for an answer tonight, do you get it?"
She nods nervously and I nod displaying my own. I lead her to the dinner table, and pull out a chair for her. A certain nervousness and awkwardness takes seat between us.
"Wow! Such a gentleman, Billu ji." She attempts to ease the air.
"For you. Always."
And there is the same blush that turns me on every f*cking time.
Deep breaths Shivaay. Deep breaths.
"So..." She trails off.
"So...?"
"Why are we here?"
"Because... Because we are on a date. We have been married for almost for 6-7 months, but we still have to know a lot about each other. So we are here to spend some time."
She has a bright smile on her face as she lets go off of the nervousness. The air becomes lighter to breathe as she begins to ramble about anything and everything she did today while out for work.
The dinner is over in a blur and now it's time to do what we are here for.
"Anika, I brought you here for a reason. This whole set up is for a reason."
"For what? Are you going to kill me and bury me here, under the sand?" she jokes and I snort.
"No. We are here because I have something to say. Something we should have probably said long back."
And saying so I move towards her and I take her hand in mine, pulling her for a dance.
"I haven't done this before. I might mess this up, but I know you will understand whatever I'm trying to say. And I know you feel the same, don't ask how but I do know. And I expect you to let go not hold back anymore."
She looks into my eyes, confused and lost. We are slowly swaying to the slow music, with my arms around her touching her bare back and her arms around my nape. Her finger running soothingly through my hair at my nape, easing my stress.
"Go ahead. I'm listening to you. Only you."
Me. Only me.
"Anika, I know when we met for the first time, I wasn't really the best person for you, I was mean and humiliated you. I robbed you off your dignity, I made you cry on countless occasions. Drove you away when you tried to help me, and then made you cry even more. I do know that you are the best thing that ever happened to me. You mean a lot to me. I keep saying so, but I never answered why. I want you to know why. Tonight.
This wasn't for the challenge, this was because I wanted this to be done sooner than later. Because I know I won't be able to wait longer to say this..."
I look into her eyes the whole time and watch as her breathe hitches midway in anticipation. She has an idea about what is coming next. She knows what I feel for her. What I am about to say.
"All I want to say is, you are a breathe of fresh air in my life and... " taking a deep breathe I blurt out.
"I Love You!"
Tears stream down her face. And she breaks into hysteric sobs.
"You do? You... You aren't joking? Do you really love me?"
"Yes. I do. I love you. I think I always did. And I know that I always will. Nothing can change my mind. Not even you. I want be with you, Anika. I want to spend the rest of my life with a crazy Paanika, who has captured my heart, my mind and my senses. Naam, Khoon and Khaandaan. I don't want any of them. All I want is you. Only you."
"Me too." She whispers softly and flungs herself into my arms.
"I love you too, Shivaay. I want to be with you too. I want to spend the rest of my my life throwing water at your face." I roll my eyes and she giggles in between sniffing.
I hold her tight as she buries into the crook of my neck and snuggles deeper.
Heavenly.
Her smell and the feel of her arms around me.
I pull away to go down on my knees, pulling out a box I show her the ring and she gasps.
"You are the only woman who has got Shivaay Singh Oberoi on his knees, bowing for acceptance. And it will be only you."
"Huh? Only me? Promise?"
"Wait... NO! Not only you. There is another girl.
For whom I would do anything for. Probably more than what I do for you..." I trail off.
"Who?" She asks confused.
"Our daughter. 'Mere saamne chhote-chhote Shivika ghum rahi hai.' Remember?"
She blushes again. F*ck.
Don't blush.
"Be mine, Anika. Spend your life with me."
"Yes!" She smiles widely and keeps her hand forward.
Standing up I slip the ring onto her finger and stare into her eyes. Pulling her head forward and dipping my head I slowly place my lips onto hers immediately deepening it and pushing my tongue into her mouth.
But she doesn't do the same. Instead she just moves her lips against mine.
Involuntarily I snicker at her poor make out skills and immediately she does a sneak attack entwines her tongue with mine.
F*ck!
Such a tease!
We kiss aggressively. Letting go off of the control.
"We can do this... Here." she says breaking apart. Shy and blushing.
That's right.
I smile and pull her towards the car and she giggles as I shove her into the car seat. Driving off but glancing at her again and again as she does the same.
She is blushing again.
God! Have mercy on a man, why the hell is it such a turn on?
Is it because she does so for me? Because of me?
Maybe.
Right now it's not my concern. This painful arousal is.
Thankfully its late night and the lights in the mansion are closed.
Holding her hand with mine, I take her to the room. Closing the door with another, I suddenly push her against the door and slam my lips on hers,taking and giving at the same time.
Unlike the first time, she responds with equal passion. Her fingers tugging at the coat and pulling it off me. While my fingers open her long wavy hair.
"Are you sure you want to do this right away? You know you don't have to do this if you don't want to..." I ask despite my own desperation to take to our bed. I hope she says she is.
She doesn't say a single word but softly pecks on my lips and buries her face into my neck, slightly rubbing her nose against my neck.
Groaning loudly I tug at her hand and lift her in my arms. Placing her on the bed I bend down to take off her heels and my shoes.
Joining her on the bed, I hover over her and pull down the zip of her dress.
She shyly tugs at the buttons of my shirt and says, "I haven't done this. Ever."
"I know. Don't fret, we will take it slow. I might have been with other women, but I have never made love to any of them. It's my first time attempt at love. And it will be the last. No woman will ever touch me like you can."
She blushes again and I don't wait any longer to christen our marital bed.
Our bodies moving together as one as we unite in every manner.
Mind. Body. Soul.
Bringing her to the climax, I let go after one final and hard trust as she clutches on to my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin.
This was better than what I dreamt of. This was real and emotional. Because here she loves me back. Never in my life I thought I would hold a woman like I hold my life in my arms.
And here she is all shying and blushing as we try to calm our breathing and heartbeats.
Hugging her naked body closer to mine, I breath in her scent, sighing in content as I pull the sheets over our bodies.
"You won." She says, confusing me.
"What?"
"You can do romance. And you are the most romantic man I've ever come across."
"Yeah? So what's my reward? For winning this challenge?"
"Anything you want?"
"Anything?" I ask in a husky voice, attempting to seduce her.
"Anything." She says seductively.
I groan and move to hold myself over her, making her aware of my arousal.
She moans loudly pulling me in and taking initiative to lead through our love making.
The rest is forgotten as we continue to pleasure each other throughout the night, filling the room with sound of our moans, groans and sweet whispers.
I knew the second I met you that there was something about you that I needed.
It turns out it wasn't something about you at all.
It was just you.
__The End__
Edited by Akshata2010 - 8 years ago
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