[ K A B I R ' S P O V ]
Moans.
Small moans of protest jerked me out of my daze.
Blinking my eyes to the sudden flood of light in the room, I swirled my head to see her moaning slowly, her fingers fisting the bedsheet, her soft pant my breaths. Alert, I stretched to her side, parted her hair from her sweaty face.
"No. . . no. . . stop. . .please," And then she was crying.
"Bookworm, it's okay." I nestled her face in my hands, my forehead against her. "It's a nightmare. It's me. Kabir. Calm down."
She moaned further.
Her legs flew at the bottom.
"Alina, stop," I breathed. "Alina. Alina. Wake up if you want but calm down." I rubbed my thumb on her bare shoulder. "It's just a nightmare, just a nightmare."
Slowly by slowly, her ragged breathing calmed down, her leg movement stopped, her hands left the bedsheet and she was back on sleeping.
Sighing deeply, I clutched the white blanket and laid it over her bare body. Not right now.
As I stared at her sleeping figure, my gaze diverted to her hands, darkened so deep it became difficult to see any other part of her body without not noticing that.
I leaned back on the bed and my eyes found the red lingerie on the floor. Soon, last night events rushed back in my head and I started laughing under my breath, remembering her undecided face, her innocent look, her defiant behavior.
Coming into the room, I kissed her again, and again, and again until she pushed my hands off her body, laughing.
"Alina!" I whined.
"I need to change." Sitting on the sofa, she unbuckled her heels as I stared at the expanse of her exposed thigh. Picking Milan at the end of our trip would work. I could get her as many clothes as I desired, taking she forgot to buy new clothes except for our honeymoon. "How about you make that hot tub ready? You got us that suite."
The room opened to a living room, then dragged into a bedroom at one side and bathroom on the other with historic paintings in our bedroom.
"Save it for tomorrow. We had one night in Rome. Leave Venice for wild." I moved to remove my shoes. "You'll be naked by the night. Why need to change? Just strip down."
"Very funny." Standing, her feet strode to her bags and shut the door of the bathroom not before winking at me. Tease. What a wife I had. Laughing under my breath, I removed my watch, placed it on the side table and halted for a second to look at the blackness of it.
It's yours, Kabir. Take care of this watch. It belonged to your grandfather.
Running a hand through my hair, I poured a glass of water for myself. Hearing my name from the back, I turned around.
And spit out the water on the floor.
"What are you wearing?"
She bit her lower lip, fudging on her feet. "Don't look at me like that."
"I-" I tried to form words.
That was Alina.
She was standing in front of in a lingerie.
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Always Is Not Forever (Breaking Myself - Part II)
RomansaFor Alina, the worse has already happened and no longer she closed herself in the chains of the past. She got everything a girl could ask for. A boy who loved her, parents back to normal and the new start. For Kabir, the worse he could see had happe...
