Page 83 of Only With You

She cups my cheeks. “I don’t care where we go as long as you are with me.” She smiles as she leans over and her lips cover mine. I deepen the kiss, nibbling her soft lower lip. She throws her arms around my neck and kisses the worry from my face. I continue to dwell on her scent, the taste of her, the kiss. My apprehensions are now miles away from me. All that is running in my mind is that Alisha is with me in my arms. God, I can never get my fill of her. For a moment, we just cling to each other, our kiss evolving from tender to eager and on to passionate.

When we both run out of breath, I pull back. We are panting as we both try to catch our breath.

“Alisha, I fucking love you so much.”

“And I love you too.” She throws back my words with love sparkling in her eyes. “So, are we really going on a honeymoon?” she asks, her eyes searching my face. I grin at her excitement as I skim my thumb along the edge of her bottom lip.

“We definitely are,” I reply, letting her go as I pull out my mobile from my pants’ pocket and tap on the screen. I then turn it to her. She stares at it for a long minute and then starts laughing as she sees the e-ticket on the screen.

“You already booked the tickets?” She shakes her head with a playful smile on her lips. “I don’t know why you bothered to even ask when you already decided the destination.”

“You see, a little birdie told me that beaches are your favourite. And I thought Hawaii would be a romantic place.” I lift her hand and kiss her fingers. “I hope you are okay with the destination or we can change. I want it to be special for you.”

She wraps her arms around me. “It’s perfect. And you don’t need to go overboard to make me happy. You being yourself, your smile, and your sweet talks make my heart so full,” she says, moving her hands to the back of my head. “Trust me, Hubby, you make me so happy and make my life amazing in every way I can wish for. I will forever cherish the day you held my hands and made me yours. Since that day, you have never failed to put a smile on my face. I’m not bragging, but you make me the happiest person on earth.” Her eyes bore into mine as she adds, “But there is one thing that I want from you.”

“What is that?” I ask softly, cupping her face, knowing I will give her, no matter what it may be.

“Please stop troubling your mind with the past.” She leans in and touches her forehead to mine. “I know how hard it is for you, but please try for me, try for us. Please don’t give that incident the power to break you.”

Her request moves me. “I promise, Sweetheart,” I say truthfully. I will try to fight my inner demons. For her sake. I won’t let my fear taint our beautiful relationship.

“Thanks.” She smiles and rests her head on my chest. I wrap my arms around her, holding tight on the woman who makes all my worries go away and fills my heart with happiness and love.

“I love you, Alisha,” I whisper, my eyes brimming with love as I kiss her forehead. Just when I think that it is impossible to love her any more than I already do, she proves me wrong. Nothing in this world can replace her in my heart. Loving her is the only aspect that makes my life worth living.

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“Are you sure this is what you want to wear and don’t want to consider changing?” I ask Alisha for the twentieth time since we have walked out of our hotel room to the bar. My troubled gaze moves over her. She is wearing a black off-shoulder dress that reaches her knees, showing her long sexy legs. Fuck! She looks sexy as hell. What I wouldn’t give to be with her alone so that I can rip that dress off her body and let my tongue explore her. The growing desire is mixed with a tinge of annoyance, because every fucking man in the bar has his freaking lustful eyes on my wife, probably imagining the same things that I wish to do. My blood rages as I realise that.

“I am the one who bought the dress. And I definitely want to wear it.” she replies, lifting the glass of water to her lips. “For heaven’s sake, Ranveer, we are already at the bar!” She looks at me over the rim of her glass in exasperation.

I sigh. “What about the dress I bought you?” I ask hoping she will consider changing into that, being a gift from me.

Keeping the glass on the table, she gives me an apologetic look. “Well, I like that dress. But that’s exactly not a dress for the bar. Maybe I can wear that for breakfast tomorrow.”

I am about to throw my feet down and throw a tantrum like a two-year child who is not given his favourite candy to eat, when a waiter interrupts us.

“Good evening, Sir and Ma’am, what can I get you?” he asks as his eyes trail over her body.

She looks at me. “I was thinking of trying vodka shots.”

“Orange juice.” I cut in. Alisha frowns but I ignore her and keep my eyes on the waiter. “Get my wife a glass of orange juice,” I say, making it clear she is married while sending a deadly glare at him, forcing him to take his eyes off her. God, I am fuming in anger.

He nods, gulping down. “And how about you, Sir?”

“Get me whiskey on the rocks,” I say, continuing to glare at him.

“Okay, Sir, I will soon be back with your drinks,” he stammers before stepping away.

I look around the bar and can see quite a few idioticmen staring at her. Seriously, can’t they keep their eyes off my woman?

“Here’s your order, Sir,” the waiter says as he places our drinks on the table.

“Thank you,” she smiles at him while I let out a grumble.

“Why are you so cranky?” She looks at me confused, studying me, once the waiter is gone.

“Why can’t you just go and change? Better yet, why can’t we just leave this place?” I ask, unable to hide the annoyance in my tone.

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