Say It Softly From The Lips |MehRya OS Completed| Mature Content +18. - Page 4

Genre: Humour, Romance, Drama
Rating: +18 future explicit content and for strong language.
Warning for this Part for some sexual reference and language.
Main Characters: Mehek and Shaurya.
Timeline: Last Scene continued.
Another disclaimer: This is my own fan-made fictional story and anything from this fan fiction if they happens in the future of ZKM then it's all purely coincidental. Characters are borrowed from ZA Productions. I don't own them sadly.

Author's note: This is a longer chapter then my previous post. There are three flashbacks showing the events happening in the previous and this part too. I have taken pains to see that the places (The hotel) are real too. I even had to change from Mehak to Mehek. I have edited this twice so if any remaining typos or grammatical mistakes they are all mine! So without any further adieu. Here's my story. Enjoy!


SCENE III - CONTINUED

That evening

Mehek managed to get herself on stage without, any tripping and embarrassing herself, to her utmost relief, by gripping her heavy Lehenga in her hands. She took a deep breath and stepped up near to, where her husband is standing, looking her up and down, giving her his nod of approval before sending her a naughty wink down her way, smirking to himself.

She flushed a beautiful shade of red, smiling back at him. "Alright everyone, settle down" said Kanta Chachi to everybody, as few family members of the both the parties clambered up on the stage while the rest stood down, closer by the mandap. "Now the Bride and the Groom will exchange the garlands", the priest instructed.

Mehek and Shaurya turned to retrieve the garlands from Karuna and Kanta Chachi when Mehek whispered to her, "Did you get to pull his nose?" gesturing towards Shaurya, implying about the ceremony that is done as in welcoming of the groom before marriage. Kanta smiled ,"He offered his nose after a few tries, I pulled it till it resembled a cherry tomato". Mehek giggled, nodding and clearing her throat, she turned towards a still smirking Shaurya. Let's see who is still smiling after this varmala happens she thought to herself, raising her chin towards her husband, challenge glinting in her eyes. Oh really? Shaurya raised an eyebrow in question. We will see about that baby,this time I'm not falling for your tricks again like I did last time, darling. He smiles at her in return.

Their telepathic conversation is broken when Vicky lets out a loud fake cough. "Yeah, that's actually disgustingly cute Bhaiyya, but we want to see you doing the ritual, you both can carry on this later in the privacy of your room". Everybody laughs, Shaurya sends a death glare towards Vicky, his ears turning pink while Mehek turned two shades of crimson. "Stop it Vicky!" Karuna came in to their rescue. "Shaurya go ahead, beta. We have marriage ceremony to do. You will have lots of time with Mehek later to continue your.. umm.. thing".

"Maa!!" Both of them exclaimed in unison.

Laughter ensues again. Mehek stood straight as Shaurya raised the garland, when suddenly Mohit and Jeevan Chachu pick up a squealing Mehek in their arms. "Work for her Handsome, you came till here for my Laddoo, now finish your job and make me proud." PD laughs. Shaurya looks up at a grinning Mehek. He took a deep breath and leapt upwards, putting the rose garland around her neck successfully in his first time.

Everyone cheered. Mehek is let down on her feet. Shaurya simpered at her, See? I did it. Now it's your turn. He was standing upright on his toes, almost out of her reach. Mehek pursed her lips thoughtfully. An idea came to her. Shaurya furrowed his brows in confusion when Mehek smiled sweetly at him, before turning to her right and pointing out at the sky. "Oh my God! Would you look at that?". Everybody craned their necks to see what was she pointing at, including Shaurya. "Where? What should I be looking at?" He squinted, leaning slightly forward for better look. A rookie's mistake. Mehek took this opportunity and slid the garland over his head, giggling at his stunned expression. Whose laughing now? she asked silently, raising an eyebrow. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, smilingly.

"Okay now that's done, we have a ceremony to finish. Mehak.. Shaurya, come on". Karuna said. Both of them sat down by the holy fire, for the rest of the rituals of the marriage. Rest of the family members got off and joined the others, taking their respective seats around the altar, watching the rituals happen.
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Svetlana Khanna scoffed loudly at the marrying couple sitting, with her husband Sanjay, by the mandap. "Only if that asshole, son of a bitch, no good hit man would have finished off Shaurya and even Mehek, on time then this wouldn't have happened at all!! I cannot tolerate this. I'm not going to let it all go so easily. He took my son away from me!! Now I will hit his weakness that's his downward fat middle class behenji whom he calls his wife!!". She muttered loud enough for a passing Nehal to overheard her, she frowns at both of them before making her way towards the altar. Sanjay Khanna sighed loudly at the same time. "Would you stop that?" He hissed at her. "You got what you wanted right? Property for your son? Now stop talking shit, crazy woman and enjoy the marriage!!". Svetlana remembers the event that lead to this question.

FLASHBACK

"I can't believe this, Sanjay! Why the heck are we here? To see that arrogant illegitimate son of your sister marry that low-lying middle class Delhi 6 sack of potatoes? I want to go back home!" Svetlana screeched at her husband. "Would you calm down please? I'm getting a headache from all your screaming!" Sanjay groaned from his seat at the mini-bar of their hotel room. Svetlana continued her rants, Sanjay finally whipped out his phone to text his son about his mother finally loosing her mind.

Few minutes later, Shaurya and Vicky waltz in their hotel room. "I heard the witch was called for the wedding, now that explains the banshee like screaming from this room! All you need is a hat and a broomstick!" Shaurya snorted. "Who're you calling a witch?" Svetlana seethed at him, baring her teeth, while glaring daggers at her so called adopted nephew.

He raised his finger to stop her from verbalizing anything further,"I'm not going to repeat myself so listen to this very carefully" Shaurya crossed his arms over his chest, regarding everyone in the room, now that he had their attention. "Lately, I have observed that Vicky has changed a lot since last couple of months and he has matured enough to handle himself; so I have decided to give him 45 percent of the property transferred to him. He can keep it, spend it, sell it, expand it. Its all on him. That will be Vicky's sole responsibility. I'm not going to involve in anyway. Paperwork is being done back at Delhi, as I'm speaking. Vicky can sign them ASAP when we get back home. And that's all, I hope that you would shut up for good now, dear Mamiji".

"How dare you telling me to shut up? Why I ought to.." "Before you complete that threatening sentence, I have some news for you, I know you sent that goon after me. Not once but thrice. So think about it Mamiji, if you would go to jail for attempting my murder, then how will you enjoy the new profound success of your son? Hmm?" Shaurya calmly stared down at Svetlana, "I'm getting married again, traditionally I mean, I already got legally, just an hour ago, now pretend to be a good Mamaji that you're and peacefully attend my wedding with the rest of the family, alright? Keep calm dear Mamiji, or else you will get wrinkles on your pretty face!".

Svetlana opened her mouth when Vicky and Sanjay simultaneously said "Mom! Stop this nonsense!", "Svetlana, That's enough, already!" She fumed silently at Shaurya's triumphant face. "Fine!" with that she stomped out the room. Sanjay shook his head at his wife's outburst, "Congrats Shaurya on your wedding, you played the cards like a pro, dear nephew. You did it well." He turned to Vicky, "And you made me proud my son. Congratulations." and follows his wife.

Vicky turned to Shaurya, "Thank you Bhaiyya!" "Arre, you deserve it Bro. Everything will be alright. So any news from Shruti?" Vicky nodded slowly. "What is it?" "She sent me the mutual agreement divorce papers last week, she's not coming back even if I'll do anything" Vicky felt upset at that thought. "I felt we had something you know, she even went out with me on Valentine's. I had no idea that it would come to this". Shaurya nodded "Everything will be okay Vicky. Good riddance, I would say, don't worry we will find someone for you. Unless you have someone in mind?" Vicky's mind flashed with the memory of her pretty face, those cat-like hazel eyes and that killer smile when he saw her first time at the Mahila Morcha in the Khanna Mansion. He knew was a goner, it was a love at first sight. Too bad she didn't see him that way. "Yeah, I guess I do actually, Bhaiyya". "Alright then after we are done here, we are getting you settled." He clapped the younger man's shoulder. "Come on now, we have tonnes of work to finish." And they both left the room.

END OF FLASHBACK

Nehal approached the altar where Sonal- Mohit sat behind Mehek and Shaurya. She planted herself by Sonal and rapidly told her what she heard Svetlana say when she was coming back. "I don't like that woman, she gives me the creeps", Nehal shuddered. Sonal nodded before shushing her. Mehek heard everything Nehal said but she remained silent. Why would she do that? Is that what she think of me? Both of them got up for the saat pheras, everyone started showering them with flower petals.

PD turns to Kanta, "Laddoo is looking so happy. I'm really proud of you. You did changed your mistake, by accepting their love.Chalo, der aaye, duroost aaye, Kanta." "Nahi Dadi, it wasn't just me, Meera Bhabhi showed me the right way." "Kya? Kaise?."

FLASHBACK

Earlier That Morning

Kanta walked into Mehek's room, Shaurya had sent them an A/C luxury bus early morning, to get the family, to Agra for the wedding. She didn't wanted to think about that matter anyway, everyone was going except for her. She rummaged in the old wooden wardrobe, searching for the gift to give Mehek, when something fell down in her hasty searching. She bent down to pick it up, it was a smiling photo of Mehek's parents holding a 7 year old laughing Mehek in between them. They were standing near the Red Fort. But actually, weren't so happy at that time like in the picture, Meera Bhabhi and Surendra Bhaiyya had a big argument that day, but one look on sad Mehek's face melted them and they took the family for the whole day outing. When she asked her about her changed mind, Meera Bhabhi told Kanta, "Sometimes letting go of one's ego and swallowing your pride, just for the peace and happiness for your family is enough to numb the pain of one's lost ego. It's a sacrifice every woman gives for her family. Seeing Mehek smile is my only way to know that I made my child happy, even if I have to break down my anger for her, I will gladly do it. Promise me you will look after her and do what I did today when the time comes." Kanta did promise her at that moment, never knowing whether that time would actually come. She silently put the picture back in the wardrobe, wiping her tears, she retrieves the small box she was looking for before walking back to her room.

Jeevan was silently packing his stuff in the suitcase. Kanta approached him,"Can you keep this in your bag? Its Meera Bhabhi's; thought Mehek would like it to wear for the wedding." He simply grunted in reply. She places that in the side of the half-full bag. "I see you have lots of room in the case. Can I pack my things too?" Jeevan looks up at his wife in surprise, "I'm sorry Mohit ke papa, I realised how I have been acting lately. I was scared for Mehek what if she broke down again? Right now she is starting a new phrase of life and here I am, even being her foster mother, I'm not doing my responsibility to support her decisions." She watched him with anguished eyes.

"Can you please let me try this again? Give me another chance?". Jeevan didn't say anything. He simply sighed and held up two sherwani in each of his hands. "Which one should I pick? This red one or this blue one?". Kanta removes another emerald green coloured sherwani for him, from the cupboard. "This is much better." He packs it in the suitcase. "Taking this picking as an example, see what you can do for Mehek. Only she can give you another chance. Comprising between two points is not a problem. Its all in the person's heart. She will be happy to see you there". He gave her a small smile. "Now hurry up and pack faster, we're leaving in an hour."

Everyone was happy to see Kanta join them. They reached Agra in 3 hours. Shaurya was waiting for them, with Vicky at the hotel lawn. They all got off one by one, "Welcome to Agra's Top Best - The Oberoi Amarvilas Hotel Sharma family!" He boomed. "I'm glad you accepted my apology and request for your attendance in the marriage." He took blessings from everyone. Kanta was last to alight. Shaurya even sought her blessings. "Just so you know Shaurya, I'm forgiving you but not forgetting anything. You break my child's heart and I'm hanging you upside down". Shaurya smiled sheepishly at her. "Never ever Chachi. Not even in my dreams. I can't thank you enough for giving me another chance". She nodded in response. "Alright everyone, I haven't told Mehek that you're all coming in. It's a surprise for her. You all can freshen up in your allotted rooms, I'll see you all later for the preparation." "Where's the venue?" Ravi Chacha inquired. "Near Taj Mahal, of course. Dinner back here at the banquet" Vicky said sharing a smile with Shaurya before adding, " Every room has the exquisite view of the Taj. You'll all will love it! And even from here you can turn around to see the Taj yourself". Everybody swerve to see the top of the monument looming from the green flora just a few hundreds of metres from the hotel. Everyone was in awe. "Okay! We have a lot to prepare. I will see you all later, I have something important to do." Shaurya said before taking their leave. Vicky leads them, with the assistance of the hotel staff, to the rooms for the Sharma family.

END OF FLASHBACK

Mehek was still deep in her thoughts, walking behind Shaurya. The priest asked Mehek to lead, when she didn't respond, Shaurya looked at her in concern. It was then she knew that he was addressing her about something.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I said, are you okay? You look a little pale" he asked.
"I'm fine." She smiled weakly.

"Now the bride will lead in the front". The priest called. The pheras were done. Shaurya put on the sindoor on Mehek's forehead following the final ritual of mangalsutra. "You're now husband and wife in front of the world and the Gods, may the Lord bless you both with longevity and profound happiness in your lives. You can seek your elders' blessings". The priest said. Mehek and Shaurya touched his feet, then going from PD to Dadaji then the rest of the members of both the families. "Mehek puttar, this was your mother's. I thought you would like to have it on your special day". Kanta Chachi gave her a small necklace with gold intricate designs studded with rubies and emeralds. Mehek wore it around her neck, hugging her aunt with tears sparkling eyes. "Thank you, Chachi. Feels like Mother is here with me".
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When Mehek came to Svetlana and Sanjay, she thinks back on Nehal's words.They both seek their blessings. Sanjay is led off by Vicky talking to him about the car going back to the hotel. Mehek hugs her, finally making up her mind. "Just so you know Mamiji, I have to thank you for your involvement in our life. If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have been married today. And FYI just between you and I, if I'm Shaurya's weakness then I'm also his stronghold. I'm his shield. Before you do anything to him, you have to go through me. I hope that you should know when to stop. I am maybe fat but I have my wits with me". Mehek spoke with ferocious eyes yet with a tantalising smile on her face. Shaurya watched her with admiration clear in his eyes. Svetlana look stunned at her words. She simply glares at them before walking away.

"You, my darling, never fail to amaze me." Shaurya said.
"So how did you know?" He queried.
"Later" she promised. They finished the bidaai of the bride and left for the hotel. In the car ride, she told him everything she heard from Nehal. And he filled her with what he did after their court marriage.
"I'm sorry about Vicky bhaiyya. He will be so lonely now." Shaurya nods.
"Yes, but he says he has someone in mind". "Really? Who?" He shrugs.
"No idea, he didn't say anything else".
"And thank you, Shaurya for getting my family here."
"Anything for your smile, my dear wife". He kissed the back of her hand.

SCENE IV

Later that evening

They all reached The Oberoi Amarvilas. "We will come back to the banquet hall in few minutes. Everyone can freshen up and meet us here." Karuna said, " Shaurya, beta go on and take Mehek to your room and be back soon." Jeevan-Kanta and Mohit-Sonal piled into the elevator with Vicky-Nehal and Shaurya-Mehek. Rest of them went to the other elevator. The metal box started moving slowly with 8 people packed in it. There was a small parping sound and a funny smell wafted in the enclosed area.
"What's that awful smell?" Vicky sniffed.
"That's my dad actually." Mohit deadpanned.
There was a round of loud "Ewws" from the girls, covering their noses. Shaurya tried not to breathe in the gastric fumes. Vicky was not so lucky. He made a small gagging noise from the back of his throat.
"Maaf kardo, oye baccho. I got constipated a bit. From all the travelling and the hectic work today."
"And windy too." Chachi grumbles waving a hand in front of her face.
"No worries Chachu, we are fine. It happens to everyone, it's a natural response of the body" Shaurya said breathing from his mouth.
"You should see and smell Mohit sometime, especially after he has Rajma Chawal. He is the Silent Master Blaster himself in the Sharma family. Silent and deadly. Can wake up a dead person from the nasty smell!!". Nehal snickers.
"Shut up idiot!" Mohit hissed.
"You shut up!"
"Both of you keep quiet!" Kanta scolded them.
The elevator dings, Chacha Chachi got off at 2nd floor with, Nehal following Mohit-Sonal and Vicky.
"Oh sweet God! Fresh air! I can breath again!" He gasped.
"Drama queen" Nehal mumbles under her breath, rolling her eyes at him.
"We will see you downstairs". Mehek calls after them.
"Yes, and don't do anything that I would do." Vicky chortles.
"Shut up!" Shaurya retorts and the elevator closes, ascending for the next floor.
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The elevator dings again opening its doors and Shaurya takes Mehek's hand before leading her towards their Luxury Suite. He knocked twice, a butler opened the door, welcoming the new married inside a stylish and spacious living room. He rapidly informed them about the living room, dining room, bathroom and master bedroom. At the mention of the bedroom, Shaurya sent a cute wink, when the guy wasn't looking, at Mehek. She flushed pink.

Ink sketches hung from the wall of Jama Masjid, Agra Fort and the famous Taj Mahal. The wall to wall window had the panoramic view of Taj Mahal with a private terrace. A 40" LCD was hanging from the wall. There was a walk in closet with the rest of their luggage.

"Shall I show you the bathroom, Mr and Mrs Khanna?" Indicating a closed door to their left.

"No need, we will explore it by ourselves". Shaurya said squeezing Mehek's free hand. She swatted his forearm giving him a keep-quiet look. The butler cleared his throat.

"That will be all now", Still looking at his bride, "I'll let you know if there's anything needed. You can go now". Shaurya dismissed the butler. He bowed his head and walked out the door, closing it behind him.

In simple words, their suite was beautiful and magnificent. Shaurya went to lock the door. Mehek walked in the master bedroom. The mattress was huge with pillows piling on them. She felt like jumping on it like a child.

Mehek quietly removed her garland and heavy ornaments, opting out with just her bridal ivory and red chuddas, the small necklace of her mother's, her nuptial necklace and her jhumkas, placing them into the safe hotel had provided. She could feel his stare boring down her back.

"You don't want to freshen up?" She asked without looking at him, he probably was smirking right now.
"No" he spoke lowly, "But you know what can freshen me up?" He came closer to the dresser she was standing by. He had already discarded his garland, the turban and the sword on a glass table. She glanced up at his reflection in the large mirror. He was looking at hers, over her shoulder, with intense dark eyes and that naughty smirk dancing on his lips. He leant right up to her left ear and whispered without breaking her eye contact.

"You", his warm breath hitting her neck. She let out an involuntary gasp, goosebumps erupting on her skin.
"Shaurya, we have to go". She whispered
He nodded. She didn't move. Neither did he. Still staring. She was the first to break off, shying away from their reflections. She turned towards the bathroom.
She was blocked by his broad frame.
"Please move".
"No"
"Shaurya!"
"Mehek!"
She glared. He smiled. She almost wanted to smack that stupid smile off his face.
Almost.
"Move" She repeated.
"On one condition, you have to kiss me. On the lips" he demanded.
"Not now Shaurya. Please. I have to go." She pleaded.
"No, you're not going anywhere unless you kiss me." He kept insisting.
"Shaurya! I have to go! like now!" She nodded urgently towards the bathroom.
"What do you mean by go?" He furrowed his brows, "Oh! Oooh! You mean that?" He cleared his throat awkwardly before moving aside.
She literally ran into the large bathroom.
"Do you need some help in there?" He asked mischievously. His answer was a loud slam of the bathroom door in his face. He rested his forehead on the cool wooden door. After doing her business, of eliminating her bodily fluids, she took sighed of relief. Mehek still heard Shaurya shuffling outside the door. The bathroom had an octagonal glass panelled rain shower in the middle with the toilet and wash basin on the either side. There was a standalone tub by the side. A door opened to a private roof terrace with the view of Taj from the bathroom.
She washed her hands with the toiletries hotel had provided, wiping her face with some wet tissues she stepped out. He was hopping from foot to foot.
"Finally! Now I have to go!"
"Why? Don't you want that kiss? Come here" she joked.
"Mehek! I have to go before it's too late!" He was almost cried. He managed pushed past her and closed the door behind him.
She chuckled to herself, walking out of the room. She was waiting for him by the main doorway. Shaurya emerged from the bedroom wiping his hands, glowering at her. She felt goosebumps erupt again over her skin. Wait till I get my hands on you, his eyes seem to say. Uh oh, she thought. He gave her a wide Cheshire grin. She lets out a panicky squeak, running for the elevator. Mehek could hear the door slam, Shaurya dashing after her. It was an impressive feat for her to run in the heavy Lehenga without tripping over, she mentally applauded herself. She quickly pushed the button and it pinged its arrival opening the doors. Mehek entered the lift but Shaurya swiftly came in, doors closing behind him. He pushed the ground level button, silently coming closer to her. She was cornered.
"Just one kiss, Mehek" he said huskily,"Please, Mehek"
She inclined her head.
He slid his hand over her exposed waist, pulling her closer to him, the other grasping her face, tilting her chin upwards, he took her plump lips in his warm ones. He sucked at her bottom lip before gently biting them. She gasped and he entered her mouth with his tongue. She kissed him back, her hands clutching his nape, tugging at his hair. He growled into her lips. The elevator dinged, announcing their floor arrival. They sprang apart as if electrocuted, breathing heavily. The door opened to the lobby, Sonal-Mohit and Nehal-Vicky were laughing and talking about something. Their heads turned simultaneously at the embarrassed couple, their eyes widening at their appearance.
"That's an interesting shade of lipstick you're sporting, Jiju!" Mohit snorted.
"Oh Di, your hair" Nehal gesturing towards her head, a smile baleful on her lips.
Shaurya and Mehek turned to the ornate mirror hanging on the lobby wall, looking at their dishevelled reflections. Mehek's red lipstick was smudged all over Shaurya's lips. Strands hair had escaped her tight bun. They frantically tried to compose them.
All four looked at each other before breaking down into raucous laughter at the poor condition of Mehek and Shaurya despite their failing attempts. Shaurya was wiping his lips on Mehek's chunari.
"Kya Bhaiyya, abhi se hi apni biwi ka pallu pakadd liya? Abhi to honeymoon pe bhi nahi gaye ho. Itni jaldi?" Vicky commented. More laughter.
"You! Get back here!" Shaurya started chasing Vicky around the spacious lobby, to others utter amusement. After calming down a bit, they all walked to the banquet where the rest of the families were waiting for them.

SCENE V

That night

Sounds of glass clinking, silverware hitting cutlery and small talks accompanied by occasional laughter, everybody indulged in the scrumptious dinner at The Oberoi Amarvilas banquet hall. Shaurya spoon-fed Mehek a Shahi Tukda from his dessert dish. She reciprocated back with her Badam Pista Kulfi.
"I think I would prefer tasting you in the dessert menu instead". He whispered in her ear. She blushed red at his dirty words.
"Oye!" They jumped at the intrusive voice. It was PD.
"Koi gaana shaana nahi hai kya? Aise hi thande thande? Yeh thodina party lag rahi hai"
"Parjaiji, yahan yeh sab thodi karenge. Delhi jaakar karenge, maine sahi kaha na?",Dadaji piped up.
"Actually PD-Dadaji, Bhaiyya and Bhabhi have been practising their couple dance" Vicky answered.
"Hai na, Bhaiyya?". They both nodded before sharing a secret smile with each other.

FLASHBACK

That noon.

Mehek opened Shaurya's laptop, browsing the net for some classic "ball room" dancing on his advice. Just so you know she was being sarcastic through the air quotes, "Why not Bollywood?" She suggested. "It's cliche, unimpressive" he simply stated. She didn't ask further.

So here she was surfing through tutorials and stuff. She already selected the song. Now only now good moves and they are all set. She yawned boringly, after watching a few dozens of videos, on Hotel's Wi-Fi, in her duplex room she was staying in. Shaurya still wasn't back yet. Should she call him? She was mulling in her thoughts when the door knocked.

She jumped out of her skin. Shaking her head at her silly reaction she opened the door. Shaurya strolls in. His Charcoal Black Jacket rested on his shoulders, he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolling his sleeves, exposing his sinewy forearms. She was gazing at them.
"Like what you see, baby?" He asked.
"No".
"Liar".
"Shut up"
He didn't tease her further. "So what did you find?" He asked going for his laptop. Surfing through the tabs she had opened in the browser. He nodded "Okay, let's get started".

An hour later she finally tiredly collapsed on the bed."Okay time, please. I'm done. I can't". He was a very strict teacher she had to tell, hands down. He didn't even look tired. "Fine, I think that'll do". He sat down beside her. "At least we won't get mocked or make an ass of ourselves in front of our families".

"You have worn me out from all the teaching and the stepping". Mehek barely raised an accusing finger at him. "You know, I can think of a better way to wear you out, it only needs three things. A bed, you and I. Actually any flat surface is fine". He smiled but his eyes were serious. She froze at his teasing words. "Uhm, What's for lunch? I'm starving!" She changed the topic. "I'm hungry too" he muttered loud enough for her to hear. She had an impression that he wasn't talking about food at all. Mehek felt heat creep up her cheeks. He traced a finger over her cheekbones, down her neck, stopping at her cleavage. "Breathe" he whispered. She didn't know she had stopped breathing, she let out a breath she was holding. He got up and winked at her. She felt blood rushing again to her cheeks. He called the room service for lunch.

They sat down at the small dining table. "Can we please add some Bollywood moves?" She asked. He chewed thoughtfully. "Okay, but not too much". They practised again after lunch for another hour. "We're done" he said before stealing a kiss from Mehek. She agreed wordlessly with him by blushing a pretty red.

END OF FLASHBACK.

Everybody except Svetlana started chattering loudly at that info.

"You both practised?" Nehal asked.
"Yup." Shaurya said, popping at p.

They both got up from their seats.He took her hand in his, heading towards the dance floor.

"Are you ready to show them what we got?" They stood in the middle of the large marble floor.
"Yes." she smiled. He nodded at Vicky.
Lights dimmed. And music flowed from the speakers.
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TO BE CONTINUED

And that's the end of part 2. Part three will be updated by next week. I had a major writer block at the first couple of days this week but I barely managed to dodge the bullet. The next update is the last part. So please bare with me and wait patiently. I have some work coming in so it will take me next weekend to update this sweet and spicy story. Thanks for your feedback. Love you all. But since I'm soo nice I decided to give you a sneak peek into the next part! Here!


Precap of Part 3:

He nearly dropped the wine bottle he was holding. She stood a few feet away from him wearing a Deep Maroon designed knee length nightie. The bodice was made with soft satin with spaghetti straps. Enhancing her bust area, the rest was a see through lace, hugging her curves at right places. It complimented with her fair skin.

His eyes raked over her. She stood nervously, wringing her hands.

"How do I look?" She finally asked after some time.
He didn't answer. He didn't move. He stood statuesquely. Ogling at her.

"Shaurya?" She called him.

His eyes snapped to hers, the intensity of emotions in his eyes made her breathless. Butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She didn't understand what was he thinking? He had been dropping hints all day. Why isn't he saying something? He turned and slowly walked back to the mini bar still saying nothing. Mehek felt like crying. She swallowed a lump that started forming in her throat.

He hates it! I knew it was a bad idea. I shouldn't have worn this! This is a mistake. Why would he notice me wear something like this? I look like a fat cow! she sniffled slightly at that thought. He stiffened, his back still facing her. Did she say it out loud?.

Dejectedly, Mehek headed for the bedroom door, feeling stupider by the minute for wearing such a thing, reaching for the handle, she felt a hand on her shoulder.When did he come over so quickly? Shaurya twisted her around to face him. She didn't want to so she tried to push him back but he was stronger. He caught both of her wrists in one of his large hand and pinned it above her head on the door causing her chest to thrust out almost touching his. Mehek was trapped between the door and the hard place that was her husband.

"You're not a fat cow", he whispered hoarsely, trailing his free hand down her side. She mewled when his thumb brushed the side of her breast continuing down her waist. "This is not a bad idea or a mistake, and I am very much f**king happy that you are wearing this for me and for my eyes only". With that, he crashed his lips with hers.
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And there we go! That should keep you guys hanging. Like I said. Warning of 18+ for the Part 3. Did you guys liked the precap??


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