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40. Shivani

“It's okay!” I heard him conversing with the tour guide we recently met at the airport.

He only booked one room, that is we’ll have to sleep in one room and on one bed. As much as I am terrified, I would love to kick him off the bed at night.
No, but on a serious note, how are we supposed to sleep in the same bed? It's embarrassing, asking the tour guide to book a separate room for your wife ON YOUR HONEYMOON.

Upon saying thank you for the last time he closed the door, ”what did he say?” I asked him.
“Regardless of what he said we are not booking another room” he crossed his arms over his chest and started looking at me with pleading eyes, a titillating smirk visible on his face.
It was the face he made when he wanted to fool someone and succeeded in it. 
“What do you mean?” I said tapping my feet on the ground continuously, hoping I’d get a reply but I knew him too well to understand he wasn't going to tell it out loud.

That conniving little bitch

“I mean do you want me to book a room for you when we won't be staying in it for more than a……few hours.” his eyes widened and his pupils started shining, giving away that decoy manipulative look.

I knew I knew him too well. He won't let me sleep away from now that he has a chance.

“Why don't you just stay with me….instead”, he spoke, his voice low, almost seductive.
He stepped forward and held both of my hands, “won't be that bad, I promise”.

I stepped closer this time, “Why don't I show you what bad really…is”.
My voice was low, almost a whisper. I tried my best to mimic him and give him a taste of his own medicine.
Past few days all he has been trying to do is seduce me.

“What do you mean?....darling,” he said, coming closer.
Our bodies lightly brush each other. Crimson coated my cheeks at the speed of light. “I love……” the back of his hands slightly brushed my cheeks, I closed my eyes the moment I felt his breath on the nape of my neck, “Really love…..when” his voice went low again, that duskiness in it, the one that sent shivers down my spine remained.

“When…..you argue”. His other hand slightly lifted the fabric of my shirt. “When you smile, when you scrunch your nose in disgust when you look at me when you do anything……..loving you is as easy as breathing.” something in my stomach twisted after hearing his words.

No matter how charming he was, I wasn't going to forgive him this easily. These tricks do not…… okay fine, they do kind of work but I deserve an apology much bigger than that.

I pushed him away, “Just go sleep and don't kick me in the middle of the night.” I ran into the walk-in closet where my luggage was, half unpacked.
“I promise, I won't move from where I am”, he yelled as I closed the curtain to the closet.

Won’t move? IDEA!!

I sat down, digging into my luggage and I found the package my mother had sent me.
It was our honeymoon and given that my mother was more excited than I was, she took my joke seriously. Yesterday I received a package from her, labelled ‘only open alone’.

I was flabbergasted when I opened it up.
She had sent me a LINGERIE! LINGERIE!

My freaky mind came up with another freaky idea. ‘Taste of one's own medicine’ is the best kind of revenge and I intend on giving my dearest husband that exactly.

He thinks he's the only one with seductive skills.

I dug even deeper in the suitcase to find that black bodycon dress I bought when he was choosing a camera for me. The dress was a plain black skin-tight dress that hugged me in all the right places. It had a zipper on both sides, my legs shined through the slit it had, made out of a leathery material. It was perfect for a harmless revenge.

The ultimate Shivani revenge dress, I'll name it.

I almost went to hell putting it on. The only thing worth the struggle would be his face, his face upon seeing what I was about to do to him.

…….

“Did you say you won't move from where you are?” a sarcastic smile played on my face as I yelled from the closet.
“Won’t move a finger” his voice pierced through

“Really” I glided the beautifully draped curtain in on go, standing behind the curtain bar I looked directly into his eyes.

“you ..y…” words barely coming out of his mouth, I stepped closer and closer.
He was sitting on the wooden chair beside the big window, a French window.
“you said you won’t move a finger!” I said as I pulled out the belt I carried from the closet. I kept my foot on the little space in between his thighs on my chair resulting in the dress sliding up. I was showing more skin than I intended to. The slit of the dress ended on my knee normally but to him my whole thigh was visible.

His eyes stayed glued to mine the entire time, “are…..You trying to seduce me?” He raised his hand to touch my thigh. I flicked his hand away, “won’t move a finger!” I whispered, leaning down.

Both of my hands hugged the chair with the belt still in my hand. I grabbed both his hands, tying them with a belt behind the chair. I lightly brushed my fingers on his wrist. The effect this had on him was…..I was pretty sure he was fighting the urge to touch me with his life, “kill me please!” he begged as his eyes moved lower, from my cleavage to the tip of my toe on the chair, he admired every single inch of my body. His naturally black eyes darkened and something in me shifted, glaring lust in his eyes was visible as his gaze pierced through my soul.

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I realized I write so much From shivani ki pov.
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