Pihu's pov:

Venice is one of the world's great sights, an impossibly romantic, must-see-before-you-die destination," says Joan Roca of The Essentialist.

Mom dad and grandma were deciding places for our honeymoon, My eyes were stuck on Venice, I always wished to be here, all thanks to Shakespeare that he made me want to visit this place at least once, Mom saw me looking at Venice on the projector, she told us Venice is where we are going I was happy to hear this. But I don't know about him. And as per mom's request, we'll send our photos to them.

So I'm here in Venice for my honeymoon, I took the shower and came out of the bathroom he was sitting on the couch with his phone. I didn't know he could speak Italian. I was impressed. All the dresses were selected by grandma and my lovely friend, Tanvi, this girl does not have time from work but she has time to select my dress, idiot.

Pihu's outfit👇

We are staying in the gritti palace, a fucking beautiful place, never have I ever seen something like this. Overlooking the Grand Canal in the heart of Venice. A historical treasure where heritage and culture blend with renewed Venetian style, the hotel is a refined version of its iconic self.

"so.." I asked him. Like now what are we going to do? Are we going to sit here in the room for the next six days? I want to go out though we arrived yesterday, at night and both of us were tired so we slept, maybe I'm too excited.

"So... Let's go out to eat something," he said in low voice. I smiled at him and we went out. When we were walking on the streets of Venice, a little Italian music could be heard, couples were holding hands and going here and there and I was holding my camera to capture all my beautiful moments cause this husband of mine is behaving weirdly, I also want to hold his hand while walking, huff, let it be, me, my camera and Venice a perfect love triangle is here.

We stopped at a restaurant, and he ordered spaghetti for himself, and for me, I told him I want pizza, my love for pizza is a never-ending saga.

He was drinking red wine, he was looking handsome I was adoring his beautiful face and tried controlling my heartbeat.

"Do you want to drink," he asked sipping his wine with a smirk on his face, I nodded, what!! He forwards his glass towards me, I smiled hesitantly and took the glass from him and had a sip it tastes sweet but had ample tannin to balance this sweetness. He smiled at me when I drank the wine.

"It's good I liked it," I smiled lightly.

A pigeon came near our table through many pigeons were roaming around.

Then we went to Piazza San Marco (St. Mark's Square) Architecture buffs appreciate the majestic beauty of Saint Mark's Basilica. We were watching the pigeons and people and listened to live music where ever we were going.

(Piazza San Marco👇)

The next destination was Doge's Palace

This classic Venetian Gothic building is lavishly decorated. Like I was adoring the beauty of the place and we were talking a little.

As the day was coming to an end we went to Ponte di Rialto, At sunset, we walk over this bridge on the Grand Canal in the San Polo district. it offers beautiful views, plus ample shopping.

At this stage, I hold his hand and he let me hold his we were looking at the sunset.

(Ponte di Rialto bridge👇)

"Let's go back I feel tired," I said and squeezed his hand a little. We did shop too much I bought gifts for our family.

"I thought you never get tired, the way you were jumping here and there," he chuckled.

"Heyy... I was excited it was the first time I came out of India," I said grumpily and crossed my arms to look at the sunset.

"Okay okay I understood, let's go back before your mood changes again," he laughed and hugged me from behind.

My heart was beating too fast.

We came back and looked at the night view of Venice with sipping some red wine, yes... yes.. I'm having that, in the morning I liked it.. So I wanted again.

"You are so beautiful…wife." He said and kissed me making the glass fall from my hands he runs his hands down my legs, then grasps my left foot.

“You have such lovely legs. I want to kiss every inch of them, wearing this short dress you are making my breath hitched," Starting here he presses his lips against my toe and then grazes the pad with his teeth. Everything south of my waistline convulses.

His tongue glides up my instep and his teeth skim my heel and up to my ankle. He trails kisses up the inside of my calf; soft wet kisses. I wriggle beneath him.

“you are too good for me,” he growls, his voice low and husky. He runs his teeth along my jaw, nipping and sucking, and then he’s kissing me again, hard. I wrap my legs and arms around him, cradling and holding him hard against me, and he starts to move towards the bed.

I lose myself in the insane rhythm, Listening to his harsh breathing, labored and fierce at my ear.

"Still, Mrs. Kapoor," he warns, and brings both of us on the bed, suddenly he flips me onto my stomach and continues his leisurely journey with his mouth up the backs of my legs, to my thighs, my behind, and then he stops. I groan.

"Please..." I uttered.

"I want to make love," he murmurs and I nod my head and he slowly unhooks my dress. When it’s flat on the bed beneath me, he runs his tongue up the length of my spine.

"Eeshan...."

"What do you want, Mrs. Kapoor?" His words are soft and close to my ear. He’s almost lying on top of me … I can feel him hard against my behind.

"You."

He groans loudly and flip me making me see his face he removes his dress and he kiss me and thrusts deep in me, again and again, over and over, and I am lost, trying to absorb the pleasure. It’s mind-blowing…body blowing…I long to straighten my legs, to control my imminent orgasm, but I can’t…I’m helpless.

"ee..sha..an.. I'm about to.."

"Wait a bit baby," he groans and thrust deep. This is too intense.I don’t want to stop him…I want…I want…oh no, oh no…this is too…Knowing that he’s lost in me…I groan loudly, panting.

"That’s it," Eeshan growls. "Feel it, baby!"

I explode around him, again and again, round and round, screaming loudly as my orgasm rips me apart, scorching through me like a wildfire, consuming everything. I am wrung ragged, tears streaming down my face my body left pulsing and shaking.

The whole night we did.. and slept almost at 3 in eachothers arms.

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