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The next morning, Ishika came to pick up Somya. Sanyukta had packed Somya's stuff as well, so she could stay with Ishika for a few days.
"I'm so happy with your decision," Ishika told Randhir quietly as Sanyukta was helping Somya put on her jacket.
"You don't know why I'm doing what I'm doing," Randhir replied to her stubbornly.
"Don't make a mess again," Ishika told him, sounding concerned. "She doesn't deserve any of this. Just forget everything and move on."
"I can't," Randhir told her, watching as Sanyukta caressed Somya's hair on the other side of the room, spending a few moments with her daughter. "I can't just forget that I doubted her."
"Then go and tell her what you feel at least," Ishika said impatiently, "Randhir, by thinking you know what the right thing to do is, you aren't really showing me that you learned from your mistake. Instead, you're about to go and make another big mistake that you'll end up regretting more than anything."
"You're right, maybe I haven't learned," Randhir told her, his tone still hushed. "But I can't play around with her life like this."
Sanyukta finally stood up and took Somya's hand in hers before approaching Randhir and Ishika.
"Ready?" Randhir asked her and she nodded. "Somya don't trouble Ishika."
"Oh she's no trouble," Ishika said happily. "We're going to have lots of fun, right Somya?"
"Yes!" Somya squealed excitedly.
"Bye Somya," Sanyukta told her daughter lovingly.
"Bye mommy," Somya said with a grin and then hugged Sanyukta, "Bye daddy!"
After letting go of Sanyukta, she hugged Randhir tightly. Randhir fell to his knees and cupped his daughter's face affectionately.
"I'll call you," he told her. "Don't miss us too much. We'll be back soon."
Somya pecked her father on the cheek and he smiled at her.
"Don't worry about me! I will be fine," Somya said and then ran to hold Ishika's hand. "Ishika mom, can we watch movies?"
"Not too much -" Sanyukta started, but Randhir grabbed hold of her wrist to stop her from interfering.
"Stop," he said to her, causing her to feel hurt.
Why was he stopping her?
"It's okay Randhir," Ishika intervened, "Don't worry Sanyukta. I'll take good care of her."
"Thanks," Sanyukta said appreciatively, still feeling uneasy by Randhir's words.
Then Somya and Ishika walked out of the house with Somya's luggage, leaving Randhir and Sanyukta alone.
"I'll get the suitcases put in the trunk. Make sure you haven't forgotten anything," he told her.
"Okay," she told him quietly, and then went upstairs to check.
She didn't know how to tell him how hurt she felt when he stopped her from telling Somya she couldn't watch too many movies.
Was it wrong of her to impose that on her daughter? He hadn't stopped her all these weeks, why was he stopping her now?
She sighed and tried to brush the thought aside, deciding that he was very hard to understand sometimes.
Right now, it would be best to enjoy the next couple of days she was going to spend with him.
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They had spent a long time in the flight, and it was just after dawn when they finally got to Paris and checked into their hotel.
"I'm so tired," Sanyukta groaned. "I just want to sleep."
"Then sleep," Randhir told her, rubbing his eyes. "Anyways, I'm tired too."
"I don't want to waste time though," Sanyukta sighed. "But I guess we can't even really enjoy if we don't sleep."
Sanyukta opened her suitcase and started to shuffle through her clothes, looking for her pyjamas.
"Oh - I forgot to pack pyjamas," she told him with a pout.
"On purpose?" Randhir asked her, raising his eyebrows.
Sanyukta sighed loudly and pulled out a nightgown.
"You're so boring. I was just joking to see if you'd say something flirty," she retorted and then locked herself in the bathroom to go and shower because she felt sweaty from being in the cramped up airplane for ten long hours.
Once she came out of the bathroom in her nightgown, she saw that Randhir had already fallen asleep on the bed, in sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. Smiling to herself, she got in bed next to him and kissed his cheek softly.
"Good night," she whispered and then closed her eyes next to him, really exhausted from the long flight.
She fell asleep right away and Randhir opened his eyes, listening to her steady breaths. He looked at her and a small smile formed on his lips.
"Good night," he whispered, and then pressed his lips on her cheek softly.
Then he lay back down and relaxed, finally falling asleep. As much as he hated to admit it, spending time with Sanyukta like this was going to be something he would remember for the rest of his life.
He would make sure they would make enough memories here in Paris, not only for her to move on with, but for him to cherish for the rest of his life... even if that meant he had to remember them without her.
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When Randhir woke up that afternoon, he saw that Sanyukta wasn't in bed.
"Sanyukta?" he called out, but there was no response.
He got off the bed and checked the whole suite. He even checked the bathroom. She was nowhere to be found.
Panicking, he ran downstairs to the reception.
"Has my wife Sanyukta Shekhawat left any message for me?" Randhir asked anxiously.
"Sorry sir. We don't have a message for you," the receptionist said politely.
"Any idea where she went?" Randhir asked nervously.
"No idea sir," the receptionist replied.
"Okay thanks," he responded and then turned around only to face Sanyukta who was wearing a red summer dress and sandals.
She had shopping bags in her hand.
"Where did you go?" he asked angrily.
"Were you worried?" she replied, a glint in her eyes.
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Randhir just ignored her, grabbed her wrist and started to pull her towards the elevator so he could give her a piece of mind in their room.
Sanyukta struggled against him, but his grip on her tightened.
"At least carry the bags!" she complained.
Randhir released her hand and grabbed the bags from her as they entered the lift. The elevator was filled with many couples and there was one who was quite blatantly making out on the side.
Sanyukta wrapped her hand around his elbow and stood on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear.
"I think we should do that too," she whispered, and Randhir nearly dropped the shopping bags.
"Shh," he told her, "People can listen."
"Let people hear, let them see... I don't care if the world knows that I love you," she told him.
"Sanyukta," Randhir warned.
"I'm just trying to be romantic," she responded, and then let go of his arm with a pout. "My husband is so grumpy he won't even romance his wife!"
"He won't?" one lady said with a thick French accent, sounding disturbed. "This is Paris! This is the ultimate place to romance!"
Randhir glared at Sanyukta for getting him into this mess as Sanyukta laughed awkwardly.
"Actually uh... he's very romantic... he just won't - won't show -" she started, but Randhir had grabbed her arm and pulled her into him with so much strength that her chest bumped into his.
Then before she could even understand what he was doing, Randhir placed a hand on her cheek and closed the gap between their lips, kissing her with so much passion that she even forgot who she was for a moment.
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If she was on fire right now, even water wouldn't be able to wash away the heat. Her whole body was burning in all ways possible. He was kissing her so deeply that it caused her to feel certain sensations that she shouldn't be feeling in an elevator full of people.
Randhir finally broke the kiss and let go of her when the elevator door opened and their floor appeared.
She was breathless, too surprised to say anything... she didn't even think she could move without her legs giving away, so Randhir had to pull her out of the elevator onto their floor.
"W - wow," she commented as he continued to pull her until they got to their room.
Once inside, Randhir locked the door behind them and dropped the shopping bags on the ground.
"Why the hell did you leave without telling me?" he asked her angrily. "This is a new place, you've never been here before... anything could have happened!"
"You're worried about me?" Sanyukta asked with a small smile. "If something happened to me, you would be upset?"
"Just think about Somya," Randhir continued, ignoring her question, "What would happen?"
Sanyukta sighed loudly and placed her hands on his waist.
"Randhir, my dear husband, you were sleeping and I needed to go shopping. I didn't want to wake you up so I went by myself. I thought I would be back before you woke up, so I didn't even think to leave a note," she responded honestly, "Now please don't be mad at me. I am sorry."
Randhir cupped her face in his hands gently, looking into her eyes. If she was able to put aside her ego and apologize to him, she clearly did not want to spoil their vacation. How could he ruin it for her?
"What did you get?" he asked her softly.
"That is a surprise for tonight," she told him with a wink. "First, let's go out! There's so much to see here."
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They had visited the Eiffel tower and had even seen the Louvre museum which had the original Mona Lisa. Now, they were sitting in a very classy and expensive restaurant in the heart of Paris.
"Is it good?" Randhir asked her, indicating to the dish she had ordered.
Sanyukta picked up her fork and picked up some pasta before holding it out to him to eat from. As Randhir took a bite out of her fork, he smiled.
"It's good," he told her.
There was red wine in both of their glasses and Sanyukta couldn't help but smile. The atmosphere in this place was not just romantic and classy, but it was something that she would always only dream of.
"I never thought I'd come here with you one day," she admitted honestly. "That too as our honeymoon."
"Me neither," he admitted, "I guess life itself is unexpected."
Sanyukta took a sip of wine and then reached out to touch his hand. She stroked his skin with her thumb.
"I think there might be one thing we're forgetting," she told him softly. "I think we might be forgetting how much we love each other."
"Forgetting?" Randhir asked her, surprised, "What are you talking about?"
"I love you but maybe I don't say it enough," she told him innocently.
"Are you drunk already? You barely had one glass of wine," Randhir asked, confused.
"No I'm not... I just love you," she told him.
Randhir took her hand off his and placed it on the table.
"Why don't you finish eating?" he asked her.
"Why don't you just tell me you love me?" she asked him, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Oh come on Sanyukta. Not here," he told her, lowering his voice to a whisper, "Don't cry."
"Tell me you love me then," she replied, her voice getting hoarse.
"I can't tell if you're being serious right now or if you're acting," he shot at her. "Just stop crying and finish your food."
"Fine," she told him, hiccuping through her tears.
Then she stood up and nearly ran out of the restaurant, leaving Randhir shocked. Randhir took cash out of his wallet and put at least double the cost on the table before running out after her.
What was wrong with her?
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Randhir ran out into the night - the whole of Paris was lit up and it was beautiful, but the most beautiful part was not here. His Sanyukta was nowhere to be seen.
"Sanyukta!" he called out.
No answer.
This was not done. Just because he told her to eat and didn't tell her he loved her, she would go out into the night and get herself lost? He did love her a lot, but the reason he hadn't said it was because he was having conflicted emotions... at the end of all this, he would have to push her away. If he told her he loved her, then she would never leave him. Rather than that, he should be pretending that he didn't love her.
He hated seeing her cry, and he did want to give her a fun vacation, but that didn't mean she had to hold onto her ego.
If she trusted him so much, didn't she already know that he loved her?
"Sanyukta!" he yelled again.
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He decided that he would start to walk towards the hotel.
Randhir knew that once she got over it, she would show up herself in their hotel... she may be able to leave him for a few minutes, but in the end, it was always she that came running back to him.
Once he got to their room, he saw that Sanyukta was already there, sitting on the bed, sobbing.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked her as he locked the door. "Do you know how worried I was?"
She stood up and wiped her tears fiercely with the back of her hand.
"Why are you so worried about me? You don't love me right?" she argued. "It's okay, you don't have to love me! I will leave."
"Why are you being so stubborn?" he retorted, "Sit down."
She sniffled and shook her head.
"I don't want to!" she argued. "I hate you Randhir Singh Shekhawat!"
"Really?" he asked her coolly and took a step towards her.
She walked backwards slowly until she hit the wall.
"I - I hate you so much!" she replied, tears filling her eyes again. "Leave me alone!"
He walked towards her until there was no more room between them. He let his hands fall to her waist and leaned forward to whisper in her ear.
"Are you sure?" he whispered.
"Y - y - yes," she breathed out, her lips trembling with how close he was.
"Then why won't you push me away?" he asked softly, his lips brushing over her earlobe.
"Yes! Get off!" she told him authoritatively.
"If I say no?" he whispered, allowing his lips to brush over her jawline.
"Okay," she said, sighing peacefully.
"Okay?" he asked, burying his face in her neck.
"I - I mean," she stammered, "I hate you."
He pressed his lips against the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her perfume.
"Did you wear this perfume to seduce me?" he asked her huskily.
Her hands reached up his back and clutched his shirt tightly.
"I - I don't know what you're talking about," she replied innocently.
He started to suck on the skin at the base of her neck and she moaned softly.
"Say you hate me again," he told her, his words muffling into her neck.
"I - I hate you," she replied, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Do you want me to punish you?" he asked her slowly, "You were such a bad girl today. You disappeared on me twice and now you're saying you hate me."
"P - punish?" she asked him, her heart hammering.
"Yes, a punishment is in order I think," he told her, and finally let go of her before smirking.
"What?" she gasped as he turned around, her whole body aching with desire.
"I think we should go to sleep," he told her.
"What? No! Punish me!" she told him, and walked up to him before wrapping her arms around him from behind.
"That is your punishment," he told her seriously.
"I want a better punishment," she complained, "I hate you! I'll disappear again!"
"Okay," he told her, before taking her hands off his body. "Get dressed up for me then."
"D - dressed up?" she asked him, her eyes wide.
"Don't think that I don't know that you bought lingerie this morning," he told her, looking at her with a neutral expression, but in reality his heart was beating loudly.
Her eyes widened as a tinge of red took over her cheeks.
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Sanyukta locked herself in the bathroom with the shopping bags from that morning. It was true that she had bought lingerie and had plans to seduce Randhir, but it was meant to be a surprise. It seemed like he knew her much better than she expected.
As Sanyukta pulled out one outfit from the bag, she blushed deeply just by looking at it. She had worn lingerie for him before, but it had been so long that she had forgotten exactly how the butterflies flew in her stomach when she thought about appearing in front of him like that.
Sanyukta took out the black bustier from the bag and started to dress herself up. Once she was done, she looked at the mirror.
The spaghetti strapped bustier was see through below her breasts until her waist, under which she was wearing a thong. She was also wearing black stockings that were thigh-high, which were connected with the top through a garter belt.
She then slipped on some closed-toe black heels and put on a satin black robe to cover herself.
After doing her makeup, she took a deep breath to try and calm her pounding heart. The most essential accessory when wearing lingerie was confidence.
Finally, she opened the door and stepped out.
Randhir was sitting on their bed, flipping through TV channels, but at the sound of the bathroom door opening, he looked up eagerly. A ravishing looking Sanyukta was in a satin black robe, under which he knew that his outfit was. He saw her stockings and the heels, and just the thought of how provocative the outfit must be, made him nearly shudder with excitement.
Randhir stood up and walked up to her, already getting turned on by the thought of what was under the robe.
"Take it off," he commanded.
"Now?" she squeaked.
He grabbed her waist and pulled her close, his lips landing on her ear.
"Now," he whispered huskily.
Then he pressed himself against her so she could feel how turned on he already was.
As soon as he let go of her, Sanyukta gulped and untied her robe, before letting it fall to the ground behind her, as she revealed her outfit to her husband.
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His eyes moved down her body as she exposed the outfit she was wearing underneath, and Randhir felt himself slowly losing control. A burning desire to have her filled him up inside.
"Wow," he breathed out, as he stared at her, causing her to look down and blush.
He wanted to touch her, to kiss her, to feel her with every part of his body, but first he had something else he needed to do.
"Dance for me," he commanded, causing her eyes to widen.
"D - dance?" she asked, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red.
"You heard me," he told her.
Only he knew how much strength it took to keep his hands off her body right now.
Sanyukta gulped and took a deep breath before placing her hands on his shoulders.
"Sit down and enjoy," she told him, mustering up the confidence she was missing. "But there is one rule - no touching!"
She pushed his shoulders down, seating him on the edge of the bed before she turned around and started to shake her hips.
"Damn," Randhir muttered, as she moved her body in a sexy way.
Sanyukta turned around and walked over to him, before leaning over him so her breasts were close to his mouth. As she danced in that position, Randhir was left breathless.
He couldn't help himself anymore, he reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her down on his lap.
"Hey! I said no -" she started, but he had pressed his lips against hers hungrily, leaving her with no more words to say.
He sucked on her lips with so much raw passion that it was leaving her breathless. She thought that she would faint in his arms with the amount of passion he was kissing her with right now.
Randhir finally released his tongue into her mouth and Sanyukta buried a hand in his hair, the other one resting on the nape of his neck.
They kissed and kissed, their kisses leaving each other breathless and wanting more. Finally, he broke the kiss and looked deeply into her eyes, and in his eyes Sanyukta saw the love that he was trying to hide.
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Sanyukta smiled, feeling touched more deeply than his body could ever touch her. It was like her soul was touched today, when she saw the love in his eyes. She knew that her Randhir loved her a lot, and today that fact was confirmed without him having to even tell her.
Randhir took her hand and planted a wet kiss on her knuckles.
"You look so sexy," he told her, making her insides fill up with happiness. "Dress up like this for me once in a while, okay?"
Still sitting on his lap, she clutched his shirt tightly, wrapping her fingers around it.
"Once in a while?" she asked him excitedly.
That meant that the divorce was not happening.
"Yeah I mean... wait..." he stammered, finally realizing what he had just said. "I meant that - that-"
"It's okay Randhir. You don't need to hide it," she told him with a smirk. "We're going to stay together, and I'll dress up for you everyday if you want me to."
"Don't misunderstand!" he replied, sounding guilty for not filtering his sentences.
"Shhh," Sanyukta told him, placing her fingers over his lips to silence him. "We'll talk about that later... right now your sexy wife is waiting for her punishment."
"Oh yeah?" Randhir replied, raising his eyebrows.
Then he pushed her back on the bed in one quick movement, and started to attack her neck with kisses, his fingers already clawing at the lingerie, trying to get it off.
"Hey be gentle! It's pretty. I want to save it!" she scolded.
Randhir sighed loudly and rolled off her.
"You take it off then... this is a mission," he told her, "Sometimes I wonder what the point is if we're going to be naked anyways."
Sanyukta giggled and sat up on the bed before beginning to detach her top from her stockings.
"Why don't we keep it on then?" she asked him innocently.
"Just hurry up and take it off," he replied, lying with his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "I'm going crazy here."
"You could save time if you took off your clothes too," she told him, rolling her eyes.
"Oh... right," Randhir replied and started to unbutton his shirt.
Finally, they finished removing their clothing and Randhir didn't waste even a second to pounce on Sanyukta,
"Randhir!" she giggled as he placed wet kisses everywhere - from her forehead, to her lip, down her neck, her breasts, and down the rest of her body, he showered her with his kisses.
Sanyukta was taken by surprise when he entered her much more quickly than she had anticipated. She supposed it was the effect of the lingerie. His tolerance level was decreasing to the point where he wasn't able to tolerate it any longer.
Once they had finished their love making and were lying down on the bed, with Sanyukta in his arms, she finally spoke.
"You love me," she breathed out with a content sigh.
Randhir was breathing deeply, seemingly asleep, but him and Sanyukta both knew that he was really awake.
It didn't phase Sanyukta though, because she just smiled more widely and easily fell asleep.
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Warning: It isn't very graphic, but there is a love-making scene in this chapter.
As usual, it was Sanyukta who woke up first the next morning. With a smile on her face, like that of a newlywed bride, she kissed Randhir's cheek and then got off the bed.
After picking up all of their clothes from the ground, she placed them on top of their suitcase and then went to the bathroom to take a shower, purposefully leaving the door unlocked.
What she was hoping for happened when Randhir entered the bathroom and joined her in the shower, without saying a word. Instead, he just captured her lips in a deep kiss as the water poured on them.
Picking up the bar of soap with one hand, his other hand on the small of her back, he started to massage her back with the bar. His whole body was pressed against her as he did this.
As her hands ran through his hair, she sucked the water droplets from his lips, causing him to involuntarily press against her even harder. She could feel his hardness against her navel and it was causing her whole body to feel jittery.
"Randhir," she whispered, breaking the kiss and looking at her husband who was covered with water.
She could just devour him right now.
He had already pressed his lips against her neck, tasting the water droplets on the side of her neck. Her head rolled back as she moaned.
"You look so sexy when you're wet," he groaned against the crook of her neck.
"Then what are you waiting for?" she replied, running her hands down his back.
He let go of the bar of soap and it fell down on the bathtub. She took a step back, but nearly fell against the slippery tub. Randhir caught her and turned her around so that she was facing the faucet.
Randhir pulled her backwards just a bit so that the shower head was at the perfect angle, and the water was all directed to her sensitive area.
"Randhir," she moaned, as her inner thighs got hit with the water. "The pressure is so good."
"I'm jealous. Something else is making you feel good right now," he whispered into her ear from behind, causing her to shiver with pleasure.
Then he grabbed her hips, and swiftly pulled himself inside her, causing her to gasp.
She bent forward a little bit as he started to thrust harder, so it would be easier for him, but he pulled her back against him so he could hold her from behind.
His lips found her shoulder as he continued to thrust deeper, and the combination of Randhir's thrusts and the pressure from the water was enough to send her in a frenzy. His hands pressed against her navel as he continued to pleasure her.
"I think I'm going to die," she gasped, her whole body trembling. "You're going to kill me."
He bit down on her shoulder lightly, forcing her heart to beat more loudly.
His nose pressed down against her shoulder and she could feel his thrusts getting faster and faster. This was a sign that he was about to lose control.
As he thrust against her harder and harder, she finally felt her muscles tense up and her toes curl against the bathtub.
"Randhir!" she moaned loudly as she climaxed.
Hearing his name come out of her mouth like that, Randhir climaxed too, releasing himself into her after getting what he waited for.
After taking steady breaths, he pulled himself out and she turned around, wrapping her hands around his wet body.
"That was so hot," she murmured against his chest.
He kissed her temple before bending down and picking up the bar of soap again, this time seriously starting to rub her whole body with it.
She smiled as he washed her body, so lovingly and so considerately. After he was done washing hers, she took the soap from him and started to wash his body.
After she was done, she turned off the water and then smiled at him with a glint in her eye.
They hadn't said many words to each other while making love in the shower, but she heard so much from him through his loving eyes and his gentle touches, that no amount of words could ever express.
It had been a sincere confession of attraction, love, and consideration... of the genuine desire to make the other one feel loved, and that was what she loved about Randhir. His words could tell an entirely different story, but the way he cared for her was always much greater... in fact, it was so great that it couldn't even be compared to anything else.
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