Blended by Love | completed on Scrollstack (#2)

19. Honeymooning.

"Advik!" I reprimand, hitting his chest.

"Go put on those sexy dresses Suhana must have bought for you." He lifts away himself from over me, making space for me to get up.

"Suhana? No. Aha-"

"Don't test me." He warns, pointing a finger towards me, I chuckle; lowering my legs to the floor from around him.

"You will take them off, no sense putting them on for a few minutes." I give him a pouty face.

His eyes moving towards our luggage and to me, "Falak. Dress for me."

"But I'm dressed." I gesture to my outfit.

"Falak Advik Mehrotra." Gone. I'm gone. He sounds so fucking delicious, that tinge of irritation and anger evident in his tone. And the way that he calls my name with... heavenly. He sounds heavenly!

"You will take it off the second you see it on me; it makes no sense na Baba." I try again, not wanting to open the luggage, find the babydolls and wear them just to take them off the next moment.

"Falak. I need to see you wearing that while you have your heena, bangles, sindoor and nuptial chain on." The slight desperation in his voice does all the convincing, I shake head with a smile stretched over my lips and walk over to the luggage.

"Wait." He follows me, I step aside as he kneels down and opens the trolley bag. Leaning down, I take out the bag which has all the nightwear and undergarments and take it to the washroom with the toiletries kit.

While my face continues heating up with each passing second, I look for the one nightwear I got for myself. Not Suhana, not Ahaana. The one I saw many years ago and bought for tonight-- my first night with him. My Advik.

I'm extremely uncomfortable of showing my skin, but with him, all the insecurities fly away. My mind taking me back to our first morning as married couple. I was getting ready with Ahaana and Suhana in the room all six of us spent the night in. It was right before our flight and we all were hurriedly packing up and I decided to wear a saree.

"Bu-Birdie yaar..." Advik tsks, almost whining as I continue messing the saree pleats for the third time. Ahaana swats my hand away from the saree fabric.

"What the fluff is wrong with you?"

"Falak! Stop fucking messing around." Both Suhana and Ahaana bellows at me in unison. I curl out my lower lip. Sahil and Yug sprawled out on the bed watching the four of us go through this choas.

"Whose idea was it for you to wear a saree?" Sahil asks taking a huge bite of the apple.

"Her own. But now she won't stop trying to hide her sexy as fuck stomach," Suhana grunts agitated, a safety pin held between her teeth.

"And why do you want to hide it? Respectfully Falku, it's sexy as fu--" The bathroom slipper lands on Yug's face before he can complete the sentence.

"Main jaan le lunga teri." My husband —haayeee— threatens him, making my already heated cheeks turn up another notch.

"Main toh kabse bol raha hoon, mila le mujhse haath. I'll get you out of jail, Shea ki kasam." Shea snaps her gaze at her husband quicker than my eyes could blink.