Love Me

31

AFTER THEIR MARRIAGE...

I was silently driving while Roshni had no idea where they were heading. Her face was turned toward the window.

I put my hand on her thighs squeezing it a little.

"Daksh, don't irritate me. I'm already very irritated because of this lehenga," she muttered, her voice edged with frustration.

"Everyone has their mom and dad present at their daughter's vidaai... and here I am. And where the hell are you taking me?" Her words cracked slightly, though she tried to mask it by fixing her gaze outside.

"Roshni.. Why do you think we choose open sky for our wedding ritual? So your mumma papa can see us getting married. I'm telling you your parents must be hugging each other and crying in happiness. "

I reached across and pulled her gently toward me. "Baccha, you yourself told me you already live with me. So what fun would there be in returning to that house after marriage? There would be nothing new. That's why I made some changes. We’ll go back home after some days. For now, stop thinking about other things."

Her body softened, her head lowering onto my shoulder.

"I want my mom and dad back," she whispered, her voice heavy with unshed tears. The last thing I want right now is seeing her in tears.

I stroked her hair, wiping at the tears that slipped past her lashes. Slowly, her breathing steadied, and her eyes fluttered shut as sleep claimed her.

We arrived at our destination. I leaned over and shook her lightly. "Roshni, wake up."

Her lashes flickered as she stirred, her voice still heavy with sleep. "What happened? Why did you wake me up?"

"We’ve reached. Let’s get down," I said, stepping out and opening the door for her.

She struggled with her lehenga as she climbed out It looks like the lengha has eaten her. I couldn’t help but smile at her annoyed expression.

"This is our hotel," I told her as we walked toward the entrance. "And yes... we’re in Goa. I know we shouldn’t have come just after marriage, but it’s okay. I planned it the very day you told me you didn’t want to go to the same house after marriage."

Her eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across her face.

As we entered the room, she turned to me suddenly. "I hope you packed some beach dresses and not... something else?"

I smirked. "But you only brought sarees, baby. We don’t have to leave the room, so don’t worry."

She blinked at me, not catching the implication.

"Are you mad? I will leave this room. And if you actually brought only sarees, then let’s go shopping right now!" She tossed her dupatta aside, her eyes flashing with determination.

"Roshni, I was joking," I murmured, leaning close until my breath brushed her ear. "Why don’t we do something else more important?"

Her cheeks flamed instantly, and she pushed me away with a flustered glare.

"Wait. Let me brush my teeth and take a shower. I must be sweating." She stalked off toward the bathroom, her lehenga swishing behind her.

"I was joking,"

She shot me a deadly glare before disappearing into the bathroom.

When she emerged, I nearly forgot to breathe. She wasn’t in a lehenga anymore. She had slipped into nightwear if one could even call it that. Sexy, delicate fabric clung to her form, hinting at every curve.