This is for my Maniacs - and especially my Sexxayyhhh Sixxx 🤗
Much love, as always
Part 1:
Lord help him. Why had he sprouted all that nonsense about a honeymoon to the lawyer? Now he wanted to kick himself, because... his Ammi decided to take it all a little too seriously.
She'd surprised Aahil and Sanam with just that - a honeymoon.
"Ammi... yeh? You're not being serious!" he'd stuttered when she'd handed him an envelope and gleefully told the both of them that they would be leaving to a resort two hours away in just a few hours.
He could feel Sanam's eyes on him. He could feel her wanting him to refuse the ridiculous offer.
"No ifs or buts, Aahil please. I know... Well, I know this marriage is... y'know. But I thought, for the sake of getting the damn lawyer off our backs. Can't you tolerate each other lone for just a few days?" Tanveer had pleaded.
Sanam did want him to refuse... but how could she refuse the woman that had saved her Badi Ammi? Sure, it's not as though she hadn't already paid for it with her life, but damn. There was something about Begum Sahiba's demeanour that didn't allow one to outright refuse her anything.
"Ji Begum Sahiba" Sanam whispered, her eyes downcast as she did. She felt Aahil whip his head around to look at her and she raised her gaze to meet his shocked and quizzical one.
Tanveer stepped forward and cupped Sanam's cheek. "Thank you, Sanam. For everything"
Sanam could feel that Aahil was still staring at her. She stepped back. "I should go pack" she muttered, trying to walk away. "No need. I've asked Lateef to pack for you both" Tanveer said as she walked away, leaving Aahil and Sanam to stare at each other awkwardly.
She started walking away but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her so she landed on his chest. Sanam's eyes widened at their intimate position, but Aahil was glaring at her.
"Why did you agree to this?" he asked in a menacingly low voice. "I- I couldn't... say no" she whispered. "Why?" he asked, his eyes boring into hers.
"I couldn't say no to your Ammi, ok?" she snapped and struggled out of his embrace.
"You didn't either, ok?" she said once she was away from him. Being that close to him and staring into his eyes had completely disarmed her for a few seconds.
Aahil rolled his eyes. "I was going to. I just didn't get the chance because you were all Ji, Begum Sahiba" he muttered.
Sanam stared at him. Was he trying to be sarcastic? Or joking? She couldn't tell.
"Whatever" Sanam said as they stared each other down.
They both turned away from each other and walked away to only stop a few steps alter before turning around. They were going in the opposite direction of where they wanted to.
They glared at each other once more as they passed each other again.
"Arrogant ba*stard" she muttered.
"Stupid woman" he thought to himself.
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"Ammi, this is too much now!" Rehan said when he got a minute alone with Tanveer. "Rehan. Not again. What do you really think this is going to happen on this so-called honeymoon?" Tanveer snapped.
"I-I don't know... but how could you think of sending them away together?" Rehan asked again.
Tanveer smiled. "Rehan beta. They hate each other. This is just a step in cementing my plan. After three months... they will have tolerated each other to such a point that I'll literally have to do nothing to get them away from each other"
Rehan shook his head at his Ammi. "I don't know, Ammi. Did you hear Aahil Bhai the other night, talking to the lawyer? He... it didn't feel like he was acting. And a honeymoon? One room again? One bed...?"
"Oh Rehan. You worry too much. Believe me. Aahil is going to jump for joy when he finds out that this marriage will be over before it's even begun"
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Lateef couldn't believe what he'd heard. He could NOT believe what Tanveer and Rehan were up to. Rehan! Of all the people in the world, he hadn't expected this from him.
He side-eyed them as he walked past Begum Sahiba's room to pack for Aahil and Sanam. They had kept silent as soon as they'd seen him.
And Lateef had come to really like Sanam. Why was everyone toying with her feelings like this?
Except well...
He replayed his dearest Aahil's monologue for the lawyer again as he packed the last of Sanam's clothes. He wouldn't have believed what he'd heard if he hadn't seen Aahil's expressions with his own eyes.
The man was not acting for the lawyer... He was spilling out his true feelings for his "Begum Jaan"
When he was done packing the last of Sanam's things, he laid out clothes for her to change into to travel in and then he clapped his hands in delight.
"What fun this is going to be!"
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Aahil wanted to groan out loud when he'd opened the envelope Tanveer had given him and paced beside the car while the driver watched him amusedly.
"Great... just great. Wait. Maybe I could... we could go somewhere else...?" he thought to himself.
He couldn't stop thinking or pacing, trying to think of how he could get away from having to have a so-called honeymoon with his so-called loving wife at a five star luxury resort that he owned.
Not to mention... with a general manager that he had... Well, let's just say that it was more than her CV that had impressed him.
"Oh God..." he thought to himself as he held his head in his hands and banged it against the car door.
Sanam cleared her throat. She had been standing there for a while already but was much too amused at the pure look of horror on Aahil's face and his rampant pacing to call out and get anyone's attention.
Still, he looked kinda... gorgeous. That light blue shirt and jeans combo looked good on him, but a few more popped open buttons wouldn't hurt.
"What are you thinking, woman?!" Sanam chastised herself when she realised she was checking him out. Him! As if!
The driver had noticed her standing there and shared a small smile with Sanam.
The boss was not so easily flustered but suddenly seemed to be flailing at the thought of spending a few days away with his lovely wife.
Aahil turned immediately when he heard her and was momentarily dazed again. God, she was beautiful. And... he'd never seen her in Western attire before. She wore jeans that hugged her in all the right places and a bright pink top that seemed to bring out the rosiness of her cheeks even more.
He shamelessly eyed her up and down and stopped at her lips where he noticed a hint of the tiniest smile playing on her lips.
He blinked as the smile vanished... as if it wasn't there in the first place.
"Ready?" she asked. He nodded and moved to open the back door for her. She stopped just before she could get in. Aahil raised his eyebrow at her. It seemed like she wanted to say something.
"I, uhh... do I look alright?" she whispered nervously. She never wore jeans and tops but Lateef had laid them out for her to travel in. She had refused but he had insisted and eventually, she gave in.
She couldn't argue though. It was way more comfortable than her usual attire and for that, she was thankful. Still, she felt slightly out of place and a bit weird in these clothes.
She felt... not herself.
Aahil swallowed hard to get some kind of control over himself. If he didn't, who knows what he would blabber this time?
"Yes Sanam. You look alright. Better than alright. Beautiful... mesmerising... sexy. I don't want to stop looking at you, and the only problem I have with those jeans is that I want to see you wiggle out of them. Slowly..."
Sanam snapped a finger in front of his eyes. "Should I change?" she asked.
He shook his head at her. "You look... alright" he said in a raspy voice, his mind clouded with visions that his body wanted to experience right then and there.
Sanam got into the back seat and stared straight ahead. Aahil was acting more weird than usual. After he'd closed the door and said something to the driver, he got in next to her and after a quick glance her way, leaned back in his seat and put on his oversized headphones.
Sanam could barely sit still or keep quiet. How was she to spend two entire days and nights with this man when he wouldn't even talk to her? She wasn't used to that.
Maybe they should set some boundaries and rules right now so that they could rid themselves of the awkwardness later.
Hell, she just realised she didn't even know where they were headed.
She looked to her right and caught Aahil looking at her. But he looked down immediately. She tapped his shoulder and he looked up and glared at her. Sanam wasn't one to back down. She glared back. He took off his headphones and let them hang around his neck.
"Where are we going?" she asked once she got his full and completely attention. He rolled his eyes. "Honeymoon. Don't you remember? Ji, Begum Sahiba" he mimicked her earlier accession.
"I meant... exactly where are we going? I didn't ask what for!" she snapped. "Oh, so you know what honeymoons are for then?" he teased before he could stop himself.
Sanam's eyes widened and her cheeks reddened. "That's not what I meant. Again" she said slowly. Aahil thought to try teasing her more often - he loved that blush of hers.
"Where will we stay?" she found her voice after blinking away the intense look she was being faced with.
"Oh..." Aahil feigned ignorance. "Uhm... well, it's a resort. Five star. Very nice..." he babbled. "Two rooms?" she asked, crossing her fingers under her thigh.
He looked at her as if she'd suddenly grown two horns. "I own the resort, Sanam. There's no way we can sleep in separate rooms" he said in a low voice as he turned to stare out of his window.
"Oh... ok" she said. Aahil didn't put his headphones back on.
Sanam tapped his shoulder again. "Now what?" he snapped. She had just broken him out of a delicious daydream that involved him, her, the private honeymoon suite pool and not much else.
"Are you going to be grumpy for the next few days?" she snapped back at him. He didn't say anything so she continued, albeit in a much gentler tone. "Uhm... We have to spend the next few days together so..." she trailed off not knowing what she was really going to say.
Well, if there was one way he was going to manage to keep his hands off her, it would be for her to never shut up. Ten points, Sanam. Or... he could find some other, better way of shutting her up...
He looked at her. "Fine. I'll try to not be grumpy" he muttered. If only she knew why he was so bloody highly strung.
Sanam smiled a little and very quickly, then launched into a full blown tale of how much fun she was going to have and how she'd never been to any kind of place like this one before, and and and...
Then she looked horrified for a second.
"But... I can't swim. You remember what happened that day when you-" she cut off as she realised what she was going to say and also... the pained expression on Aahil's face had also made her stop.
She sat back in her seat and closed her eyes. She could do with a little nap. Aahil ignored whatever she'd said and put his headphones back on and closed his eyes too.
It hurt to remember how badly he'd treated her. And the next few days were going to very, very trying - for the both of them. Perhaps a small sleep would do him some good.
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The driver smiled as he glanced into his rear view mirror. The newly wedded couple were fast asleep; Sanam laying across the boss's chest, and his arms securely around her as his lips touched her forehead.
But... he was so busy smiling at them that he failed to see something run across the road until it was almost too late, and had to swerve the car violently to avoid hitting whatever it was.
Sanam landed with a thud on her back but felt a heavy weight on her; all around her. She opened her eyes and they widened upon seeing Aahil on top of her; his arms around her.
He was staring at her and she licked her lips in response to his proximity. She smiled a lazy smile at him.
Aahil almost sighed out loud. Sanam felt so good in his arms... so good. And did she just smile at him? He could so easily lean down just a few centimetres and kiss her. He wanted to really badly, too.
He had no clue why they'd woken up to being in this position but he didn't want to move. Some of her hair was flung across her eyes and he gingerly reached out to brush it off her face.
Before he had any time to make sense of what he was doing, he found himself running his hand over her jeans-clad thigh; all the while looking into her eyes.
His gentle touch made her shudder and her tummy did a flip of its own accord. Shamelessly, she found herself staring at his lips and squirmed a little under him.
Wait! Under him?!
Her dreamlike-trance broke and she looked around to realise they were still in the car. All her squirming was not making things very easy for him and so he reluctantly straightened up when he registered the sudden shock in her eyes.
Sanam straightened up too and stared ahead when the car started moving again but she couldn't deny herself a glance at him. And... he was looking at her again.
She felt the heat rise up to her face again as she remembered their intimate position and reactions to each other a few minutes ago.
"Sorry Sir. I had to do that to avoid hitting an animal that ran across the road" the driver apologised.
"It's ok. How much longer?" Aahil asked, stealing a quick look to his left. Sanam was fidgeting with her fingers in her lap.
"Just about thirty minutes, Sir"
"Good good" Aahil muttered.
Sanam rolled up her sleeves.
Aahil popped another button on his shirt open.
Why was it so hot in the car suddenly?
Sanam and Aahil shared a quick, awkward glance at each other.
"The next few days are going to be trouble..." they both thought to themselves as they turned away from each other to stare out of the window.
Anupamaa
