As soon as they entered the bedroom, Vidyut wrapped his arms around Mandira's waist and began peppering soft kisses on her neck.
“Vidyut... at least, let me shower,” Mandira tried to free herself from his arms but he only tightened his hold on her body.
“How about we shower together?” He suggested with a smirk.
“Vidyut, let me shower. I swear I won't take that long,” Mandira pouted.
“Alright, I'm giving you only fifteen minutes,” He let her go.
Mandira quickly ran to the bathroom and shut the door immediately.
“So we will do it tonight, ” She smiled shyly.
And with the same shy smile, she undressed and stepped into the shower panel. Cold water hit her body, cooling down her heated skin. As she lathered some body wash on her skin, Mandira imagined the ways in which Vidyut would touch her. Just the thought of it was driving her insane.
“Mandira, fifteen minutes are over. Come out or I'll call you Mandy all our lives,” she heard his impatient voice.
She didn't realise that fifteen minutes passed. She turned off the shower and stepped out of the panel, wearing a fluffy white bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her hair. When she went outside, Vidyut was sitting on the couch with a glass of whiskey in one hand and a book in the other.
Mandira ambled to his direction and sat down in his lap. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he put the book down.
“What are you drinking?” she asked.
“Whiskey, ” he replied while taking a sip of the drink.
“Can I have a sip?” Mandira asked excitedly.
“You drink?” Vidyut asked in a surprised tone.
“No, but I want to try,” She smiled.
“Have it then,” He handed her the glass.
Mandira, with a grin full of excitement, took a sip of the drink and immediately began coughing.
“What the hell! This is awful. Take it back,” and she handed him the glass.
Vidyut chuckled at her reaction. He put the glass down on the coffee table and rubbed her back.
“It's alright. You got to know that alcohol is not for you,” He kept rubbing her back.
“But it ruined my mouth's taste. I need to eat something sweet.”
“I can get rid of the bad taste for you,” He smirked and pulled her in for a kiss.
He removed the towel from her wet hair and caressed her wet hair strands. While his other hand reached for the knot that kept the bathrobe on her body.
“May I, Wifey?” He mumbled against her lips.
Mandira nodded and closed her eyes. He opened the knot of her bathrobe and slid his hands around her waist.
“Mandira, I'm asking you one last time. Are you sure you are ready?” He asked her again.
Mandira opened her eyes and frowned at him, “Vidyut...”
“Okay, let's do this.”
In one swing he gathered her in his arms and headed to the bedroom. Her body hit the mattress and the opened bathrobe wasn't doing it's job anymore. He could see every inch of her body. Mandira didn't close her eyes this time. She observed his expressions as he looked up and down her body.
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Scandalous
Romance"If we were supposed to marry each other then why the fuck it wasn't you on the Mandap?" He shouted at her. "I... I... ran way," She dared to say the truth while struggling under his grip on her throat.
