Dilwale 2: RE[AL]INCARNATION (✔)

CHAPTER 36 ― Imerovigli (1)

Once they arrived in Greece, frankly in Imerovigli, one of the villages there, which is mostly famous for its beautiful sunset, they went to the reserved hotel as their haven for the next 7 days. Kajol hold Shahrukh's arm and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Are you tired?" suddenly, his voice cracked the silence.

Instead of answering his question, she chose to nod.

"We will arrive in a few minutes," he said whilst stroking her cheeks tenderly.

Right, no needed a long time, they arrived in their destination. They checked in and took the key before they went to their room.

Room 1907

"Haaaah, finally~" Kajol shouted, throw herself on the big bed in the room. Shahrukh smiled and shook his head, "Like a kid," he murmured.

"Let me be," she replied.

Shahrukh was shocked, "Did you hear me?"

"Of course. It's only you and me in this room. I didn't say anything, so―"

Before she was done, he came closer, overbeared her till her breath was caught.

"You were right, baby. It's just you and me here," he whispered.

She shuddered and stayed silent in few seconds.

"W-what will you do?" she asked, choked up.

"What will I do? Having fun with you, my wife, obviously," he teased her, smirked and winked.

"I-I―"

Shahrukh giggled, "Hey, are you okay? We are here for having fun, right?" he said, dabbed her nose. She felt played. She opened her eyes widely without any words.

"Still tired? Go sleep for a while, then we will stroll in the village," he continued before kissed her forehead and got up from her body. Kajol looked at him with mixed feeling, happy, shocked, a bit annoyed.

Kajol's POV

He is a crazy. He loves to make my heart almost come off and my breath almost stop. But, I think, I have to adjust oneself. His whispers sounded different. Softer and sexier. "Hey, Kadz, what do you think about? Better you sleep now. That journey was tiring enough and you don't know what will happen next." Right... You don't know what will happen next.

Shahrukh's POV

She was taciturn, now she can reply my words whenever she wants, even when I just murmured. Hmm, it wouldn't hurt, right, if I tease her once? Hahaha her shocking face was so funny! She remains pretty. Yes, Kajol, my wife, the most beautiful woman in the world. Sorry for putting you in shocked or even scared? "But, really. Kajol, be ready, because we will have fun here. Just you and me."

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Shahrukh was silent, busy with his phone while waiting for Kajol. He wore a white plain shirt with navy semiformal tuxedo seemed typing on his phone. Maybe some messages for Preity or Hrithik, or for business affair.

Klik!

The bathroom door opened and in a second, Kajol came out in a long floral dress and thin white outer. She let her hair hung loose.

"Ready?" he asked, kept staring on his phone.

"One minute," she replied whilst pulling up a pouch which contained her makeup kit. She put a natural one and orange nude lip colour. Shahrukh stole a glance to her in several times.

"Don't dress up too pretty. Everyone could fall in love with you," he said.

Kajol replied with her sharp glance. Then, with her smile appeared, she said, "At least, I know where my home is and whose I belong to."

Shahrukh locked his phone, stood up, and took some steps closer to her, "Alright, darling, up to you." He kissed her cheeks slightly, then ran away. Kind of little things that made Kajol immediately blushed.

"Done."

"Okay, let's go."

They left their room, holding each other's hand, walking on the street in Imerovigli. The white buildings and a huge blue sea was the beautiful view around them. Few times they seemed click some pictures of them as the momento. Enjoying a sunset on the western horizon. The sun rays in the evening was changed to the darkness of the night. They decided to go to restaurant which decorated by yellow little lamps and Greece music was heard.

Before sat on his chair, "I'll be back," he said and got Kajol's nod. While waiting for him back, she took a look to the pictures they clicked on her phone.

Few minutes later, a person touched her shoulder.

"Hi," she greeted Kajol with her beautiful smile on her pretty face.

Kajol turned and lifted her head up to see who it is. A woman, a slim body and quite higher than her. Gorgeous, her smile was also beautiful, and her hair was little curl.

"Eh? Hi," Kajol replied with her confused-wondered face.

"May I sit here?"

"Eh-hmm, but it's―"

"Your husband's, right? I know. Usually, what is his, also becomes mine, except you," she said whilst sat on the chair, opposite each other with Kajol.

"What the hell is this? She suddenly came, sat on Shahrukh's chair and talked to me like that? She didn't even introduce herself," Kajol thought. She didn't know what happened.

"I think, Shahrukh is not wrong to choose you to be his wife," she continued, staring at Kajol.

Still in her wondering glance, Kajol asked, "Sorry, but who are you? Why do you sit there as one wishes and talked about things that it's not supposed to be talked by strangers?"

Before she responded to Kajol's questions, another voice―Shahrukh, interrupted, "She is my ex."

"What?!"