WIFE : BOUGHT AND PAID FOR

SHOT 44

Two days later

Bhumi's pov!

I opened my eyes when the sun rays lit my face. We got back to Mumbai late last night. I don't even remember getting to the bed.

I tried to get up, but a pair of arms were keeping me locked. I looked up to see Aryamann sleeping peacefully.

Everything that happened last week came rushing to my mind. Heat crept up my cheeks thinking about those sensuous and intimate moments we spend together.

Where was your brain Bhumi?

Oh god!

My eyes widened when Aryamann moved.

I quickly sat up on the bed.

"Bhumi," Aryamann called me in his husky voice.

No! No!

This is going to be the 'last week was a mistake' conversation.

I have read too many books to know how this is going to end and I am not ready for this yet.

"I will go take a shower," I said, trying to get up from the bed only to be pulled back by Aryamann.

"Bhumi, last week-" he started saying.

"Don't!" I said in a warning tone .

"What?" He asked and his brows were furrowed in confusion.

"I don't want to talk about last week, Aryamann." I said and his jaws clenched tight.

"Why?" He gritted out.

"I just don't want to!" I said not to make eye contact.

"Do you regret it, Bhumi??" He asked.

What? Why would he ask me that!

"Bhumi?" He asked again.

"Do you?" I asked, without looking at him.

"Do I what?" He asked.

"Do you regret it?" I asked, and I could hear my heart thudding against my ribcage in anticipation.

"I don't," he said and I looked at him and saw in his eyes that he didn't regret it at all.

I felt like a huge weight had been removed from my heart.

Maybe, maybe there is hope for us.

"I thought- " I trailed off not knowing what to say.

"You thought what?" He asked curiously.

"I thought you would say last week was a mistake," I said softly.

"Why would you think so, Bhumi?" He asked in confusion.

"That always happens in all those books I read." I said, and he looked at me in disbelief.

"Seriously, Bhumi?? Books? Now?" He asked and I gave a sheepish smile.

"So you don't regret it?" He asked and I shook my head in a no.

"So, you won't mind if I do this, would you?" He asked, tugging me towards him. I ended up on his chest.

"Or this," he said, slipping his hands inside my top and running his hands through my bare back. My breath hitched at the skin to skin contact.

"Or this," he said, kissing my neck along with flipping our position so that he is now on top of me.

"Or maybe this," he said, trailing his lips along my jaw and stopping at the corner of my lips.

"Or this," he said, slamming his lips on mine.