Pihu's pov:

"I loved October, had always loved it, there is something sad and beautiful about it, its ending and new beginnings of things, life starts all over again when it crip in the fall, I have fallen for you, Mr. Eeshaan Kapoor," I said looking at the beautiful night our last night in Venice, tomorrow we will leave this beautiful place, he was hugging me from, behind but when I told all this he loosened his grip, I felt terrified.

"Hmm," he hummed and went to bed.

"So, do you like me,... Eeshaan," I asked him terrified in brittle.

"hmm.. I.. Do.. Like.. You..," he said softly making me at peace.

I confessed my love for him and I'm delighted that he didn't reject me.

"let's sleep, we have a flight, tomorrow," he said and slept showing his back to me, earlier, a few days ago we use to cuddle and then sleep but today I feel like we are close to each other but are very far, I love him, but he.. He doesn't.. He likes me, and I'm getting insecure about this. A lone tear escaped from my eyes.

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We came back to India I missed our family, We all sat in the living room after taking some rest.

"so...how was your honeymoon," mom asked us. We smiled at her and looked at each other's faces. A smirk was on eeshan face when I looked at him.

"it was... exciting mom," I softly said.

"yeah.. We both loved it.. especially the nights," he smirked and caressed my hand.

"We brought gifts for you all," I excitedly said. Apart from offering beautiful attractions, Venice let us buy souvenirs that we took back home and added to our memories. From glass works to wooden sculptures, it offers a variety of things to buy.

We gave their gifts, everyone was looking happy, Rehaan was not with us he was in the office, because of us going out he had to work day and night, and Anika also left back for her studies.

"Okay, .. So show us your photos," grandma said. I smiled and started showing our photos on the projector. Eeshan was also sitting next to me.

"aww!! you both are looking so cute," mom said delightedly.

"khoteya! Tu apni ice-cream kyu nhi kha rha usko bhi khane de, ab pata chala pihu itni patli kyu dikh rhi thi bechari meri bachi," grandma said making us laugh.

"arey dadi, voh flavor zada tasty tha," he said and smirked.

"iske aage ke scene ka photo khichna tha na," grandma said making me choke and everyone was laughing at her.

"dadi ye water boat taxi hai," I said excitedly.

"ye toh badi badiya cheez hai, hye kitne pyare lg the ho tum dono," grandma said.

"Ma, aap sahi keh rhi hai kahin kissi ki nazar na lg jaye, aaj tum dono ki nzr utarungi meh," mom said in aww.

We smiled at her and then went to our bedroom after dinner, I was waiting to meet Rehan I actually miss him he has become my close friend.

As I enter in our room, he grins as he leans back to gaze down at me. "Lift up your arms." I do, and Eeshaan grasps the hem of my dress, lifts it over my head, and tosses it on the floor. And yanks the quilt off the bed, letting it fall to the floor. he undoes my bikini so that it falls to the floor.

"oh pihu, you are really something," he mutters and tugs on my hair tie,

freeing my hair. He gathers it into one hand and yanks gently so I step back

against him. Against his chest. Against his erection. I gasp as he pulls my head to one side and kisses my neck and then licks my ear, sending delicious shivers through me.

His soft kisses are driving me wild.

He grins against my neck.

"Ah, Mrs. Eeshan Kapoor You are very delicious," he murmurs.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" He trails his fingertips up my thigh so that I tingle everywhere.

He reaches down, lifts my chin, plants a soft wet kiss on my lips and grasps both of my heels, and tips me back so that I fall backward onto the

bed.

He kisses my inner thigh, and I squirm beneath him.

"You're going to have to absorb all the pleasure, wifey,!"

he crawls up my body, kissing me.

He kisses my belly, nipping my navel with his teeth.

"Ah," I sigh. He traces soft kisses

and little bites up to my breasts.

"Shhh..." he soothes.

I groan, grinding my hips, responding to his touch with a rhythm of my own. I moan.

"You drive me crazy," he whispers. "So I am going to drive you crazy." He's

resting on me now, his weight on his elbows, and he turns his attention to my breasts. Biting, sucking, rolling my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, driving me wild. He doesn't stop. It's maddening. Oh. Please. His erection pushes against me.

"Eeshaan," I beg and saw him smiling against my skin.

"Shall I make you come this way?" He murmurs against my nipple, causing it to harden some more.

"You know I can," He suckles me hard and I cry out, pleasure piercing from my chest.

"Yes," I whimper.

"Oh, baby, that would be too easy,"

"Oh... please,"

"Shh..." His teeth squeeze my chin as he trails his lips to my mouth, and I gasp. He kisses me. His skilled tongue invades my mouth, tasting, exploring,

dominating, but my tongue meets his challenge, writhing against his. He tastes so good. He grasps my chin, holding my head in place.

And agonizingly slowly he flexes

his hips and pushes partway into me. I tilt my pelvis up to meet him.

His fingers tugging at my nipple. It's pleasure overload.

"Do you want me, pihu?"

"Yes," I beg.

He brings up and slams into me. I scream, tilting my head back, he hits my sweet spot, and I am all sensation, everywhere a sweet, sweet agony. He stills then circles his hips, and the motion radiates deep inside me.

He circles deep inside me again, ignoring my plea, easing out slowly and then slamming into me again.

I cry out. He slams into me again, thrusting so deep, and I'm building the feeling is so intense it swamps me, spiralling out from deep within my belly, to each limb.

He thrusts deep, again and again, over and over, and I am lost, trying to absorb the pleasure.

I detonate around him, again and again, screaming loudly as

my orgasm rips me apart, tears streaming down my face my body left

pulsing and shaking.

Eeshaan kneels, still inside me, pulling me upright onto his lap. He clutches my head with one hand and my back with another, and he comes violently inside me while my insides continue to tremble with aftershocks.

It's draining, it's exhausting, it's hell... it's heaven. It's wild. Eeshaan kisses me. He kisses my eyes, my nose,

my cheeks. He kisses away the tears, clutching my face in between his hands.

"I love you, Eeshaan," I breathe.

I don't have the energy to open either my eyes or my mouth now. Very gently, he lays me back on the bed and eases out of me.

He then lies down beside me again, pulling me into his arms. I stretch out my legs. I feel good. That was, without doubt, the most intense climax I have ever endured.

When I open my eyes, I'm saw the morning sun rays coming in our bedroom through the windows.

Eeshaan is beside me, working on his laptop, casually dressed in a white

shirt and trousers, his feet bare. His hair is still wet, and I can smell his

body wash fresh from the shower.

"Morning," he murmurs, gazing down at me, his eyes warm.

"morning," I smile, feeling suddenly shy. I rise gingerly, needing the bathroom. Grabbing my silk robe, I hastily put it on. Why am I so shy? I feel Eeshaan's eyes on me. When I glance at him, he returns to his laptop, his brow furrowed.

As I absentmindedly wash my hands, recalling last night, my robe falls open. I stare at myself in the mirror, shocked.

Holy fuck! What has he done to me?

I gaze in horror at the red marks all over my breasts. Hickeys! I have hickeys! I am married to one of the most respected businessmen and he's given me goddamn hickeys. I flush.

My body is so different these days. It's changed subtly since I've umm.mm.. We..did..it.

Slipping out of my robe, I pull on my office clothes. I brush my hair.

"Pihu," Eeshaan calls, "hmm.. I'm coming," I answered him.

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