Raavi - When The Crowned Princess meets The Mafia King.

Khyaal

Alexander POV

I woke up the next morning trying to hug her tighter as I realize I was alone on the king sized bed. I slowly open my eyes, as I look at the sunlight pouring in. I woke up late. Again.

I could feel my abs getting softer and the fat accumulate since I haven't been working out or waking up early.

Every night she cuddles me and I would get a boner but not a release causing blue balls, which feel like a permanent condition these days.

I can't get a release, not if I want things to heal quickly. When I'm around her, I feel like her mere touch to my hardness would cause my nuts to bust.

"Raavi?" I call out hoping she was in the shower as I get no answer. I look for my phone and see a text from her.

[Good morning Love. I'll be in my apartment tonight since I have to attend a wedding on video call in India. Don't exert yourself at work and have a good day. :) ]

I reply with a sweet 'Good morning princess' text and get out of bed.

She had told me that she wanted to go to India for her mom's friend's son's wedding who was like a cousin to her, but she couldn't because of a critical step in her research going on. A one week leave would put her back by a month. This meant her father was on leave and will call her during the day there, or night in this country. Her mother will call her for her opinion on jewelry and brother for just about anything mildly humorous.

A background of a light pastel golden shade on the room walls carved with art and modern designer curtains and imported bedsheets in place of her white walled apartment would have warranted an explanation.

I took a shower and left for office. The day was as busy as it could get with me barely getting time for lunch.

A complete absence of two and half months had caused this, but working from home meant pushing back important meetings that could only be done in person. Now those meetings needed scheduling.

I looked at the clock as it struck 6:30 PM. There were times I went home at 10 or 11 in the night, but Raavi was pretty pissed at me arriving after her that day so I wanted to make a habit of getting done early. I closed the file and kept it away.

That's when I remembered she wasn't home. I almost picked up the file again when an idea struck me.

I reached for my phone and called the caretaker incharge of our island.

"Good evening sir." He responded as I picked up my belongings packing to leave.

"Good evening Jack. I wanted to request some preparations for the next weekend the one after this, ten days from now." I say as I hear him grab a copy and a pen.

"A dining table near the beach under a white canopy in a square, with lots of fairylights and candles. Unscented. A bed on the roof of the mansion with scented rose candles, a canopy bed again, with fairylights, and a side of our finest Rosé with chocolate covered strawberries and a whipped cream can. Set a reminder for the chef and tell him to make the food... Let it be... Turkish he's getting really good at it, but spicier than I usually like. Make sure the infinity pool, indoor pool and jacuzzi are thoroughly cleaned." I say, walking out of the elevator as Richard stood with the car ready.