Smriti's POV-
The honeymoon in Athens was magical for me. The best relaxing phase I have had in a long long time and now it was time to go back to New York.
" Smriti, where are you zoned out?" Christian asked in the flight.
" Nowhere. Just thinking about how good Athens was." I replied, dreamily.
" We can come back whenever you want." He said.
I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder.
" You can go to sleep. It'll take us another hour to land." He chuckled.
" I love you." I muttered while letting sleep engulfing me.
" I love you too." He said, surprising me.
This was the first time he said those words to me and now I was wide awake.
Unable to utter words, I just looked at him wide eyed.
" What love?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
" Nothing." I replied, looking away.
" Yes Smriti, I love you and I am sorry that I never confessed it earlier." He said.
" You don't have to apologize. I love you too." I said and pecked his cheek.
" I see, still not bold enough." He said, capturing my lips with his.
We soon landed in NYC and were on our way to home.
" Mrs Grey, wake up. We're home." I heard my husband say while shaking me.
" Just two minutes." I said while grabbing the helm of his T-shirt to which he just chuckled. Then i guess he picked me up and carried me to our bedroom bedside that was the only way I could explain my presence on our bed.
" Finally up Mrs Grey, I see?" I heard that deep baritone which I could recognise anywhere anyhow.
" What time is it Christian?" I questioned.
" 9." He replied.
" No work?" I asked, getting up.
He nodded negatively.
" What do you want to have for breakfast?" I asked, attempting to get out of bed but he pulled me back in his arms.
" It has been taken care of. You don't have to worry." Mr. husband said.
" I'll turn lazy this way Mr. Grey." I taunted him.
" You do this on purpose. Don't you Smriti?" He asked, both annoyed and amused.
" This is not fair. You call me Mrs Grey ans that's okay but when I call you Mr. Grey, you get annoyed!" I exclaimed to which he just smirked.
" Now why are you smirking?" I asked, exasperated.
" Because an annoyed Smriti looks hot." He said, attempting to rile me up and he was successful. Heat rushed up to my cheeks. To hide this stupid blush of mine, I snugged into his shoulder.
" Tsk Tsk Mrs Grey, so so shy!!" He said, genuinely laughing.
" Don't laugh!" I exclaimed but all he did was disobey me.
" Now Mrs Grey, we are expected to attend a charity gala tonight for fundraising for the underprivileged. Be my date?" He asked.
" That'd be an absolute pleasure Mr. Grey." I replied as formally as he had asked.
He kissed the top of my head and about to get up when his phone rang.
His conversation went on for about 5 minutes.
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Ms Sharma And Mr Grey.✅
Misterio / SuspensoThis amazing cover of the book is done by @TrendCazie. Thank you so much!!❤️❤️ Smriti Sharma- She is a 25 year old agent in Research and Analysis Wing (RAW) India. She is assigned a covert operation in New York to neutralise the terrorists attack i...