What If..

Italy.. Beach.. Or Somewhere

"I can't express in words how tremendous I feel being like this with you, in our favorite holiday spot, no one to monitor us, no clock to chase, no cameras around," she deeply inhaled the sea-scent as if she was breathing in an entirety of the whole happening.

Prabhas only smiled tugging her into his arms as they settled on the ground. "What do you want for your birthday, bangaram?"

"This is already more than anything I need. I don't remember the last time we spent exclusively together on our birthdays," she pressed her lips on his for a while and drew back staring into his eyes that carried so much affection and care.

His nose rubbed against her supple cheeks as he smothered feathery kisses on her jaw. She smacked his hand which cheekily fondled her feminine assets while trying to shed the garment on her shoulder.

"Enti? Do you think I rented a secluded beach to build sandcastles?"

She giggled allowing him to have it his way. "At this rate, we will have children of our own building sandcastles before we leave."

"Hmm, if only.."

The ocean waves that lapped against their feet soon reached their knees soaking the woolen cloth underneath them. But who paid heed? The lovers were lost in a world of passion, kissing their stress away. She ardently caressed his chiseled, bare back that shielded her eyes from the sun now shining brightly. After what seemed like an eternity Prabhas dropped his head on her bosom, the external heat adding to his fatigue, as she ran her fingers between his sweaty, touseled hair strands.

"It's getting too hot, Pupsu."

"Tell me about it," his voice hinted at sarcasm earning yet another whack on his shoulder. He laughed heartily winding his arms around her. The duo basked in the shore yapping away endlessly. Their conversations were always so.

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Sweety was occupied with instructing the housekeeping personnel after a delicious Italian meal early that evening. Her beau was fortunate enough to catch some rest in the meantime. She shook her head seeing him sprawled over his stomach covering the entire king-size bed while wrapped in a wet towel post-shower, steam still escaping from the powder room.

"Put some clothes on. Lazy bum!" she chided spanking him.

"Come on, I wasn't that bad. Had to carry you inside myself after everything," he naughtily smirked with one eye open.

"You're all ears now? I heard snores just a couple of minutes ago," she scooted beside him drawing the comforter up her legs.

He distracted her while scrolling through the phone until she came across a video that churned her insides. A small byte of Prabhas cutting his birthday cake amidst his film crew and producers which had practically become viral on social media. One reason being the global star's presence in it, but their mutual fans circulated the bit where a woman's giggles were heard from the background labelling it as Anushka Shetty's voice. She glanced through the comments section where the internet was going gaga over the rumour of Sweety spending her holidays with Prabhas in Italy on his birthday.

"Pupsu!" she pushed the device in front of him, visibly alarmed. "Who posted this?"

"This probably must be a new team member," he shot up adjusting his towel. "Don't worry, I'll make sure nothing else reaches the internet."

He immediately rang up Pramod asking him to pass a strict warning to the staff.

"Relax Sweetu. It's only your voice. Pramod will take care of this," he consoled placing the electronic item on the nightstand. "Let's hit the sack for a few hours."