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“Mom...”
“Meher.” Someone shakes me hard, calling my name repeatedly. “Meher, please wake up,” the voice says, and I slowly open my eyes to find Ayaan’s concerned face. He is sitting on the bed, his warm hand gently cupping my cheek.
Without a word, I sit up and pull him into a tight hug. Ayaan responds instantly, his arms encircling my shivering body. He strokes my hair and back, comforting me while I hug him tightly. Realisation dawns that I’m in the Shergill Mansion, in mine and Ayaan’s bedroom. We got married yesterday.
“It’s okay,” he whispers, kissing my hair in between. “It was just a nightmare. It’s okay. I’m here.”
It takes a moment, but eventually, I realise it was not just a nightmare but a distant memory that had resurfaced. I never had such nightmares before, until today.
Ayaan pulls away and wipes the tears that I didn’t even know were streaming down my cheeks. “Are you okay?” he asks, his eyes etched with worry and understanding.
“You were probably missing your mom,” he says. “You were calling out for her.” Ayaan keeps staring at my face as if wanting reassurance from me that I am alright.
I nod slowly, unwilling to reveal the details of the haunting nightmare. It’s a part of my past that I’ve kept deeply buried, but since yesterday evening, it has threatened to resurface. However, I’m not yet sure if I should tell Ayaan about it. We have promised to be transparent with each other, but I’m not ready to share this truth yet, not until I have concrete answers to my questions.
His fingers thread in my hair again as he pulls my face closer, his eyes shining with mischief as he whispers.
“Actually, it’s all my fault,” he says, his gaze shifting between my eyes and lips. “From now on, I’ll make sure that every morning, you wake up screaming only my name.”
My cheeks flush, realising the meaning behind those words. I get the visuals of Ayaan waking me up with his naughty ministrations, burning me with need and desire. My mood instantly shifts, but I’m also reminded of his late arrival last night.On our wedding night!
Curiosity gets the better of me, and I ask, “Where were you last night?”
His expression changes noticeably, as if he wants to tell me something but also doesn’t want to burden me with the details.
“Something needed my urgent attention.” His answer leaves me somewhat puzzled. I open my mouth to ask him what was more important than returning to his wife on his wedding night when Ayaan cups my face.
“I’m sorry to keep my Queen waiting.” He presses a kiss on my forehead. “This will never happen again.”
His kiss soothes every tension in my body, which I have been sensing ever since I received the gift box from that stranger last evening. I haven’t been able to think straight ever since. Doubts have crept into my head, and I can’t wait to confront the man responsible for all of this.My father!!Now, I recollect that my mom’s demise wasn’t a result of an illness or a fall down the stairs but rather was a consequence of the fight between her and Dad and the trauma stemming from their dispute.
Before I can dwell on it more, my gaze falls on the bedside table where two freshly brewed mugs of coffee are placed. I smile at the sight. It’s our first day together after our wedding, and here Ayaan is making coffee for me when I should have been the one making it for him.
My mood lifts, and I take a look at my handsome husband again, who is bare-bodied, wearing nothing but his loose jogger pants over his waist. I can’t believe this sexy specimen, groomed to perfection, is mine.All mine!
Out of nowhere, Ayaan pulls out a rose from behind him and gives it to me. My jaw drops. He’s truly gone above and beyond to make our first morning together memorable.
“Is this your way of making up for your late arrival last night?” I joke, accepting the rose and smelling its sweet fragrance.
“This is just a teaser until you’re ready for the main event,” he replies with a wink.
I giggle at his playful remark and push him away to reach for the coffee mug on the bedside table. I can’t wait to taste the coffee he’s made. I take a sip, and my senses kick in. This is hands down the best coffee I have ever had.
“Mmm,” I moan, taking another sip. “Where’s my breakfast?” I ask.
Ayaan cocks his brows, his gaze never leaving mine. He is right to think I’m expecting a lot from him. But I play along.
“What?” I take another sip of my coffee. “Didn’t we decide? Breakfast duty is yours as you are quitegoodat it?”
Ayaan grins as he takes the mug from me and puts it away without breaking our eye lock.
“You know what else I am exceptionallygoodat?” He leans over me, and I know how this is going to end now.
Not that I mind. It already feels like ages since he touched me. So what if we couldn’t do this on our wedding night? Our morning can be better. We’ll begin the first day of our marriage with even more passion and desperation.
Ayaan’s fingers ride up my satin gown, his grip tight on my thighs. He pushes me back on the bed and quickly settles himself over me. My body tenses, but I can’t help giggling as his lips attack my neck and he nibbles my flesh there. After the nightmare I woke up with, Ayaan’s naughty promises and greedy touches make me feel so much better. My head falls back on the pillow as he ravages every inch of my upper body with his lips and tongue. Caught in the heat of the moment, I tug at his jogger pants to touch his morning wood, and that’s it. The moment I touch him, I don’t recognise my own voice as I plead for him to take me right now.
“I want you,” I say, letting out a strangled cry of pleasure.
