Page 213 of One Hellish Wedlock
“Oh my God...” Navya blinked hard. “Are you guys on ayachtright now?”
Aanya bit her lip, caught.
“And is thatmycake in the background?” Navya added, pointing at the screen.
“Yes,” Aanya replied, smiling. “Thank you, Navya. I really wish you could’ve been here for the wedding.”
“I wish so too,” Navya sighed. “I had a shoot today I couldn’t reschedule. And your dear husband didn’t agree to postpone the wedding by just one day. If it had been tomorrow, I’d have flown in.”
Aanya turned her head toward Reyansh, who simply nodded. That was true. Navyahadasked him to postpone the wedding by one day. But their schedule was tight. Aanya had to return to California soon, and Reyansh didn’t want to take any chances with fate.
“It’s okay,” Aanya said softly. “I understand.”
“I wish you both the happiest life together,” Navya continued with a grin. “And for God’s sake, please make some babies! I’mdyingto be an aunt.”
Aanya laughed, hugging Reyansh tighter, her eyes gleaming with love.
“We’ll give you that honour soon,” Reyansh promised.
Navya grinned. “I won’t take more of your time. It’s yourfirst night. Go, enjoy.”
Aanya flushed crimson as they exchanged quick goodbyes and ended the call.
Reyansh pocketed the phone and turned back to her.
“Time for bed, Mrs. Chopra,” he whispered.
Aanya raised a brow, lips curving in mischief. “Hmm… before that, I want my dessert.”
He blinked. “Seriously? You want to eatthatcake now?”
She giggled, walking backward and grabbing his hand. “I meantyou, Mr. Chopra. But I’ll take the cake too…later.”
That was all the invitation he needed. He let out a low groan, as she pulled him toward the cozy bedroom of the yacht, his heart already racing faster than the waves beneath them.
Though they had been married legally for months, tonight felt like therealbeginning. Tonight, they weren’t bound by contract. They were bound by love and thick desire.
When they reached the bedroom of the yacht, Aanya didn’t hesitate. She pushed Reyansh gently, making him stumble back onto the bed with a surprised grunt. He landed on the edge, half-sitting, half-lying, as she leaned over him with a mischievous spark in her eyes.
“I’m not the typical shy bride… if you thought I would be,” she murmured, her voice sultry and teasing.
Reyansh grinned, his gaze darkening with hunger. “Can’t wait for you to take the lead then.”
“Watch me,” she whispered.
One by one, she began removing her small bridal jewelry...her bangles first, then the earrings, each piece hitting the side table with a soft clink. Every moment was made was done with her eyes locked on his, bold and unflinching.
While Reyansh was enjoying it all, she slowly reached up and opened her hair, letting the silky waves tumble down her back. With practiced grace, she slid the bridal veil from her shoulder and let it float down to the chair behind her.
Now standing before him in just her embroidered lehenga and choli, she turned, showing him her flawless back, and deliberately untied a single knot of her choli.
Reyansh swallowed hard as she turned to face him again, stepping closer. The fire in her eyes was unmistakable, as if saying ‘I’m in charge now.’
And Reyansh?
He was absolutely riveted.
She then leaned forward, unbuttoning his sherwani…one button at a time, her fingers brushing his warm chest beneath the fabric, testing her control... and his.
