Aditya was rummaging through his camera bag, frustration mounting as he couldn't find the batteries he needed for his camera
They were in Italy for their second honeymoon, a trip they had planned for a month.
"Baby, do you know where my camera batteries could be?" he called out, his voice carrying a mix of urgency and mild exasperation.
Zoya was in the dressing room, slipping into a sundress that hugged her curves perfectly. "I don't know, Aditya. Check in my luggage, maybe? You have this irritating habit of keeping your stuff in my bags," she replied, a hint of annoyance in her tone.
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Aditya sighed and walked over to her duffle bag, unzipping it and beginning to search through her things.
As he moved aside clothes and toiletries, his hand brushed against a small box. Curiosity piqued, he pulled it out, and his eyes widened in surprise when he realized what it was—a Dildo-vibrator.
"Zoyaa!!?" he called, his voice a mix of shock and amusement.
Zoya emerged from the dressing room, her brow furrowed. "Did you find it?" she asked, adjusting the strap of her dress.
"Nope... But I did find something else. What's this?" Aditya held up the box, his eyes locking onto hers with a mixture of curiosity and something darker, more primal.
Her eyes widened, and a small flush crept up her cheeks. There was a fleeting look of guilt before she composed herself. "Aditya... baby... vo..." she stammered, searching for the right words.
"What, Zoya?" he asked.
Zoya took a deep breath, stepping closer to him. "Vo... I... I use it when you're busy flying. I miss you, and you've made me into this...Sex addict... I'm addicted.... I'm so addicted Baby.... I don't know what else to do when you're not around," she confessed, her voice was vulnerable but she knew her husband.
Aditya's eyes softened as he took in her confession. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and gently cupped her face in his hands. "Zoya, you don't have to be embarrassed. I miss you too, all the time....but why did you bring it here???"
She looked up at him, her eyes searching his. "I... Don't know.... I probably just kept it with the other stuff."
He nodded, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "I see.... knowing that you think of me even when I'm not there... it drives me wild." He leaned in, capturing her lips.
Zoya melted into his embrace, her hands gripping his shirt as she deepened the kiss. When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless.
"Baby.... I don't want to hide anything from you," she whispered, her eyes locked onto his.
"Nothing?" he replied, his voice husky with desire.
He set the box down and pulled her closer, his hands sliding down her back to rest on her hips.
