Samyukta's POV

London has been great to us—the weather, the food, the scenery. But my husband, his love, those cute moments, and of course, those steamy moments... everything feels like bliss.

I had imagined our time here would be perfect but it's even more than perfect. The way Abhimanyu has been treating me, it's as if I'm living in a dream. Every day, he surprises me with something new. Whether it's a romantic dinner by the Thames or a quiet walk through Hyde Park, he always finds a way to make me feel special.

The day after our first time, Abhimanyu surprised me with a hot oil massage. I had barely woken up, still groggy from the deep sleep we fell into after our love making, when he walked into the room carrying a small tray with a bottle of warm oil and a towel.

He looked at me with that tender smile that made my heart flutter. 

"I thought you might need a little pampering today." 

I was still a bit sore, but the idea of him taking care of me in such an intimate way sent a warm wave of comfort through me. Also my stomach did that thing. He had been so gentle and attentive, and now he was going the extra mile to ensure I was completely relaxed.

I watched as he poured the oil into his hands, rubbing them together to warm it further. The scent of lavender and sandalwood hit my nostrils, calming my senses. He motioned for me to lie down on my stomach, and I did so, feeling a mix of anticipation and excitement.

I closed my eyes, feeling the stress dissolve under his hands the moment they touched my back. I couldn't help but melt into the mattress as his thumbs pressing into knots I didn't even know I had.

"Does that feel good?" 

He whispered, his breath warm against my ear.

"It feels amazing." 

I murmured, barely able to form words as I lost myself in the sensation.

Soon, the massage took a sensual turn, and we ended up making love again. But this time, it wasn't just one round. After the massage, we did it right there on the massage table. he was worried about my soreness but I was way too much drowned in it that he had to finally give in. Then, with a playful grin, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the gazebo outside. The warm sun bathed us in its golden light as we made love again, the open air adding an exhilarating freedom to our passion.

But it didn't stop there. As the day wore on, our hunger for each other only grew. In the evening, we found ourselves in the kitchen, where we made love again on the the dinner slab.

The entire day was a blur of pleasure, laughter, and love. We ate when we were hungry, slept when we were tired, and in between, we found ourselves wrapped up in each other.

Today, we're attending a business party here in London. Mr. Arslan will also be joining us, and I'm excited to see him again. He's been such a wonderful host, and his support during our trying times has meant the world to us. I've picked out a few gifts for him and his son, and, of course, for Hayat.

Right now, I'm getting ready for the party at the villa. We're staying here because Abhimanyu owns this beautiful place, and it's become our little haven during this trip. The penthouse was just a front—he planned everything so perfectly, just so we could use the breathtaking scenery beside the villa for our most cherished moment: his proposal.

Every time I think about it, my heart flutters all over again. The way he planned everything, from the setting sun to the twinkling lights, was nothing short of magical.

"All done?" 

He asked, stepping closer.

I watched him approach me in the mirror, his reflection bringing a soft smile to my face. He gently fixed a stray strand of hair and placed a tender kiss on my temple, making my heart flutter. I leaned back, resting myself against his strong frame.

"You look way too hot, I think we can skip the party." 

He murmured, his voice filled with playful mischief.

"Maan! My body will give up at this rate!" 

I protested, half-laughing, half-serious, as I turned to face him.

He chuckled, pulling me closer.

"Who was asking for more last night, hmm?" 

He teased, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

I playfully swatted his chest, rolling my eyes. 

"That was last night! Now, I'm running on fumes." 

I replied, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably as a smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

He grinned, leaning in to whisper in my ear. 

"Guess I'll have to make it up to you later then."

His breath tickled my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

"No! Every time you try to make up we end up doing it again! This time no!"

He laughed softly, his chest rumbling against me. 

"Well, I can't help it if you make it impossible to resist." 

He teased, brushing his lips against my neck.

I tried to sound stern, but my resolve was already crumbling. 

"Abhimanyu, I'm serious! Tonight, we go to the party, come back, and sleep. That's it. No more distractions."

He sighed dramatically, pulling back to look at me with mock disappointment. 

"Fine, fine. But just know, Mrs. Rathore, I'm counting down the minutes until I can 'distract' you again."

I couldn't help but laugh, shaking my head. 

"You're impossible." 

I said, but the warmth in his eyes made it clear just how much I loved his playful nature.

He smiled, drawing me into his embrace, his cheek gently brushing against mine as he whispered.

"Let's go!"

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As soon as we arrived at the party, it became clear that it was going to be a long night. The elegant decor and well-dressed guests couldn't disguise the fact that the atmosphere was stiff and the conversations were shallow.

I tried to engage with a few people, but all I got in return were polite smiles and small talk about the weather. It was the kind of event where everyone was more interested in being seen than in actually connecting with anyone.

I caught Abhimanyu's eye across the room. He raised an eyebrow, clearly thinking the same thing as me. This party was boring AF.

I stifled a yawn and made my way to the corner, hoping to find some peace from the monotony. But just as I settled in, Abhimanyu appeared at my side, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Ready to ditch this snoozefest?" he whispered, his voice low and tempting.

"No way!"

I protested, wincing as I shifted to find a more comfortable position. My body was aching all over—lower back, limbs, shoulders, and my nape felt like it was on fire.

"I guess I'll just have to attend this boring party, then." 

He said, sounding resigned but amused.

"I guess I'll just have to attend this boring party, then."

"Boring party? I've come here all bedecked inspite of my aching body to be a good and supporting wife to you and here you are...!"

I retorted, though my tone was more playful than annoyed.

Abhimanyu chuckled, raising his hands in surrender.

"Alright, alright, I'll be the supportive husband and stick it out with you. But I'm holding you to that 'rest later' promise."

" I'm all yours... minus any strenuous activities." 

I replied with a stern tone.

"Deal!"

He said, winking an eye making me sigh at his gesture.

Then he left to meet some delegates, but before doing so, he made sure I was enjoying the food if not the atmosphere. Despite his focus on the business at hand, he kept stealing glances at me between conversations, which only made me more nervous.

His lingering looks and the way he kept checking on me made it clear he was up to something. Would I make it to India in one piece? 

To distract myself, I kept trying the various drinks available at the party along with some treats. 

After about an hour or so, I saw him coming towards me with Mr. Arslan by his side.

Abhimanyu's POV

This party is just dragging on. It's the kind of event where the conversation barely scratches the surface, and the atmosphere feels like it's stuck in a perpetual state of blandness. My only hope is that Yusuf will show up soon, so we can have a real conversation and break the monotony.

In the meantime, my attention is completely on Samyukta. I've been sneaking glances her way, and I'm thoroughly enjoying the way she's reacting. She looks like she's both nervous and intrigued, probably wondering if I'll whisk her away for a private moment. It's a bit of a game for me, watching her fidget and try to distract herself with the drinks.

But I'm not going to push it. Her body went through a lot yesterday, and she needs her rest. Even though I'm tempted to let my mind wander back to our intimate moments, I know I need to keep my focus here—at least for now.

After some time, Yusuf finally arrived at the party, and I was genuinely relieved. We exchanged a few words and then I led him over to Samyukta, who was engrossed in trying out the drinks. At this rate, it looks like she's going to end up tipsy by the end of the night.

"Babe, Yusuf is here for you," I said.

She turned around, raising an eyebrow with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Then she gave a sly smile, her eyes fluttering closed as if the alcohol had taken over. She was definitely tipsy.

"Hell-o, Mr. Arslan!"

She slurred, her words stretching out as she wobbled slightly on her feet. She grinned widely, her eyes half-closed and glazed with the effects of the alcohol. Her voice was exaggeratedly cheerful, a little louder than necessary, as she swayed a bit, trying to steady herself. Her smile was lopsided, and she giggled softly, clearly enjoying the lightheartedness of the moment despite her drunken state.

Yusuf looked at me with an amused smile before turning his attention to Samyukta.

"Hell-o, Mrs. Rathore! Seems like you're enjoying the party." 

He said, his tone light and teasing as he observed her tipsy state. 

"Oh no, Mr. Arslan! The party should be moved to a graveyard because it's dead boring! I was... I was just trying to escape your 'horny' friend's glare."

She exclaimed with a dramatic flair, her words slightly slurred.

Yusuf chuckled at her candidness, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment. How could she call me 'horny' in front of my friend? My cheeks burned with heat, and I tried to hide my reaction behind a forced smile with a  feeling of mortification.

It's clear that my wife had no filter when she'd had a few drinks, and while I found it endearing, but that the same time...ughhh!

She surely deserves some punishment for this! I'll make sure to punish her when she's in senses.

"Babe, I think it's time to leave. C'mon."

"Nah! Nah!"

"Babe, you're drunk."

"Babe's babe! I've ordered a lemonade. I'll be fine AF! Like fine. AF. Finest! You go and enjoy with Mr. Arslan."

I sighed, trying to keep a straight face as I gently tugged at her arm. Her determination to stay at the party was both amusing and worrying. Yusuf, still chuckling, gave me an understanding nod.

"Alright, if you're sure you'll be fine," I said, "but I'm checking in on you every few minutes. And if you need anything, just call me."

She gave me a thumbs-up and turned back to Yusuf, her attention already shifting. I couldn't help but smile despite the embarrassment, knowing that her spirited attitude was part of what made her so special.

But suddenly she said something that made me want to hide away from Yusuf!

"Mr. Arslan, take him away! Otherwise, his teenage hormones will peak! After all, I feel so sexy!"

I felt my face flush with a mix of embarrassment and amusement as Yusuf's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He looked between Samyukta and me, barely containing his laughter. I could see the corners of his mouth twitching as he tried to suppress a grin.

"Alright, alright. Let's get you home before you say anything else that'll make me wish for a time machine." 

I said, trying to salvage some dignity.

"No, no, no, no, no, no! Mr. Arslan, Maan is all yours now. Please take care of him!" she said to Yusuf, waving her hand dramatically.

"As you command, Mrs. Rathore. Come, 'Maan'. You're all mine now," Yusuf replied with a mischievous grin, grabbing my arm and giving it a playful tug.

I shot Yusuf a look of resigned amusement. "You heard her!"

Samyukta laughed, clearly enjoying the whole spectacle, as Yusuf led me away from the party with a chuckle.

I let her enjoy herself but made sure to tighten the security around her. I also advised the waiter to bring her lemonades to help reduce her tipsiness. While I conversed with the delegates, I kept checking on her every few minutes.

After some time, we wrapped up our meeting as it was nearing dinner time. I made my way back to my notorious wife, ready to see how she was faring after her spirited evening.

As I approached her, I noticed Samyukta watching me with a smile that was unlike any I'd seen before. It was a playful, almost mischievous grin along with slightly unpredictable in her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed from the drinks, giving her an even more radiant, flirtatious aura.

She waved me over, her movements slightly unsteady but her gaze unwavering. 

"Maan, finally!"

She called out, her voice a mix of relief and playful excitement.

Her smile widened as I reached her side, and she leaned in close, her breath warm and slightly tangy from the mix of drinks. I couldn't help but chuckle at her carefree demeanor, despite the hints of embarrassment I felt from her earlier comments.

"Having fun?" 

I asked, trying to keep my tone light, though I was fully aware of the added security and the careful watch I'd kept on her all evening.

"Yeah, fun. But how about we have some really fun?" 

She said with a wink. 

Before I could fully interpret her intentions, I felt her thigh brushing against my manhood. Her fingers traced a delicate path along the sideline of my face, sending shivers down my spine.

"Isn't this party just a bit too dull?" 

She purred, her voice laced with a seductive edge.

"Didn't you say your body is aching?" 

I asked, a hint of amusement in my voice as I tried to keep my composure.

She smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. 

"Oh, that was earlier. Now, I think I'm just aching for you."

"Dinner, first. Everyone's waiting."

I replied, trying to keep a straight face despite the heat rising within me.

She pouted playfully but nodded, her fingers lingering on my arm as we walked towards the dining area.

As we approached the dinner table, I couldn't help but glance over at her, a smirk tugging at my lips. I guided her to her seat, making sure she was comfortably settled before taking my place beside her. 

Businessmen and businesswomen from all over came and introduced their husbands and wives to us, but my wife seemed far more interested in me than in the formal exchanges. She kept casting me intense looks, her eyes darkening with desire. It was clear she was ready to pounce at any moment.

Despite her attempts to catch my attention, brushing her hand over her chest and subtly showcasing a hint of cleavage, I maintained my focus on the conversations at hand. Her persistence was both amusing and arousing. I could see the frustration mingled with longing in her eyes, and it was a challenge not to be completely distracted by her seductive antics.

Every so often, I would glance in her direction, enjoying the way she was trying so hard to get my attention. It was a game of patience and temptation, and I was thoroughly entertained by her efforts. 

Soon, the conversations came to a halt as we began plating ourselves dinner. This time, when I glanced at her, she was fuming. I couldn't help but chuckle internally at her expression—she looked like a cute angry bird. My cute angry bird.

I served dinner on her plate, trying to keep a straight face while savoring my own meal. When I turned to give her some attention, she turned straight and dramatically lifted the dinner knife and spoon.

As she tried to cut her steak, the spoon clattered to the ground. The way it fell seemed deliberate.

I watched her with amusement, barely containing my smile as she bent down gracefully to pick it up. But my smile was short-lived.

In the process of retrieving the spoon, she skillfully brushed her hand against my balls, making me jolt slightly. Her touch was both unexpected and electrifying, causing a rush of heat to course through me- making my already hard member harder. 

She returned to her seat with her eyes glinting and a triumphant smirk on her lips, as if she'd just won a private battle.

Thinking of a game, are we?

I set my cutlery aside and leaned in close, my voice low and sultry.

"You won't like it if I take you on this very table in front of all of them, would you?"

She gasped, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. Her eyes widened, caught between surprise and she bit her lip, struggling to maintain her composure.

But her reply caught me off guard.

She straightened in her seat, her expression shifting from shy to determined. With a sultry smile, she leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear. 

"If you're so eager, then why don't you prove it?" 

Her voice was low and daring.

"I dare you to get us a room right here." 

She whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Her boldness was turning me on. Just a little while earlier, she had been cute, shy and sweet. But now, her confident, daring challenge was a complete shift. The contrast between her earlier vulnerability and this provocative side of her made me more turned on.

The way she looked at me, with those dark, tempting eyes, made it clear she was ready to push the boundaries, and I was more than eager to meet her where she was.

"Finish your dinner as soon as possible. I can't wait to have mine." 

I countered.

Her eyes widened in surprise, but the smirk never left her lips. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear.

"Then, what are you waiting for? By now, you should be knowing what's my favourite meal?"

I didn't wait another minute. I turned to the table and cleared my throat to draw the attention of the attendees.

"I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but my wife and I need to leave right now. We have an urgent business matter to attend to."

The room buzzed with surprise and curiosity, but I barely noticed as I fixed my gaze on Samyukta. Her eyes sparkled, and I could hardly contain my own eagerness.

"Oh, yes! Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Rathore need to get down to an urgent business. Please bid them goodbye and, of course, wish them a 'safe' journey."

Yusuf chimed in, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm.

Yusuf's smirk widened, and I caught a glimpse of the mischievous glint in his eyes before turning back to Samyukta. Her face flushed.

Without another word, I took her hand, leading her swiftly out of the room. The crowd's murmurs faded behind us as we made our way to the exit, my mind already racing with thoughts of what I'll do to it. 

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NOTE: The massage, etc. will be published as a bonus chapter after the book ends. 

I'm so happy that my lovely readers have completed the target this time. Love yaa so so much! <3 <3 <3

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