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Sahil's pov

It was our last day of the honeymoon, and somehow... we hadn't really spent that kind of time together yet. The kind that makes you forget the world exists. We had explored, shopped, and eaten our hearts out-but we hadn't slowed down. We hadn't felt the moment. And now, as I watched her sitting on the bed, completely immersed in her phone, I knew-I had to make today count.

I walked over to her and softly called, "Sweetheart."

She only hummed, not even looking up.

I smirked. She had no idea what was coming. I gently grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the bed. She gasped, her hands landing flat against my chest.

"What!!??" she asked, her wide eyes locking onto mine.

"It's our last day of the honeymoon," I said, pulling her closer, her body almost against mine. "Don't you think... we're missing something really, really important?"

"Wh-what?" she asked, clearly confused-and nervous. Her eyes flicked away from mine, her lashes fluttering.

"You really don't know, sweetheart?" I asked, teasing, brushing a thumb across her cheek.

She shook her head slowly, her breath shallow. I leaned in, close enough to feel her warm breath against my lips. Our faces were inches apart.

"Let me remind you," I whispered, and pressed a soft kiss just below her ear. Her body tensed, a shiver ran through her, and I smiled against her skin.

I held her by the chin and made her look up. Her eyes fluttered shut again.

"Open your eyes, sweetheart," I whispered gently.

She obeyed, and when our eyes met, there was something raw and unspoken between us. I leaned in again-our noses brushing-and kissed her. Softly at first. Tender, gentle. But then, the moment deepened. Her breath hitched, and I took it as an invitation.

My hand moved to the back of her neck as I kissed her deeper-longer. She responded, her lips melting into mine, her hands clutching the front of my shirt like I was her only anchor. We pulled back only when air became a necessity.

I didn't say anything. I didn't need to.

I began trailing kisses down her neck, her shoulder. Her breath turned shaky, her grip on me tightening. I kissed the spot just beneath her ear, then lower-slowly, deliberately. I left soft marks there. Love bites, they call them. But for me, it was more. They were silent promises. That she was mine. That no one else would ever get to see this side of her.

She looked at me, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed. Nervous. Breathless. Beautiful.

"So scared and nervous, biwi sahiba?" I teased with a slow smirk.

That got her. Her expression shifted-gone was the hesitation. She glared at me with that spark I adored.

"I am not scared," she said defiantly, hands on her waist, trying to seem intimidating.

"Oh really, love?" I stepped closer.

She backed away slightly.

"I haven't even done anything yet, sweetheart..." I added, voice low.

Suddenly-she pushed me down onto the bed. My back hit the mattress, and before I could react, she hovered over me, her hands braced on my chest, her eyes burning into mine.