I snuggled close to the warmth and familiar scent of him. Half of my body was on him while half was on the bed.
Sleeping together for me is the most intimate thing we do, more than s*x.
I stared at him, slightly up, leaning up on my elbows.
He was sprawled in bed, with his both arms around me, his one leg bent and fallen off to the side, he looked so relaxed.
I love waking up to this site.
My heart, my mind, my body, and my inner consciousness all gaped with the surprise when he confessed his love, his version of love.
I imagined every morning like this,
That would be a dream come true.
"Good morning." He said gruffly, the voice sounding so seductive.
I savored the moment, gazing into his 'just woke up' hot and beautiful eyes, his unruly-sexy hair.
"Good morning, sleep well?" I asked running my fingers through his hair.
"I always sleep well beside you." He smiled.
"When I am not beside you?"
"I get nightmares sometimes."
Yes, I have seen him in these nightmares two or three times.
"What do you see?"
"They are about my childhood, sometimes real incidents replaying again and some other times incidents of tangled with presents."
He frowned and his smile disappeared.
It's too early to spoil his mood by talking about the past and nightmares.
So I changed the topic.
I kissed his nose,
"Why did you wake up? I wanted to stare at you more. You look adorable and stunning while sleeping."
"You can stare at me now. And why so much तारीफ?"
"Might be because I have never seen you sleeping like this, you always wake up before me."
"Hmm."
He put his hand on my head and pushed me down for a sweet, hungry kiss.
Say fuck off to Morning breath.
He looked at the clock after the kiss.
"How long do we have?" I asked.
"Two hours." He said.
"We have plenty of time then."
My voice was low and husky.
I slid over him, running my hands, on his naked chest.
He must have removed his shirt after I slept as he was in his suit when I slept.
"Aarna--"
"It turns me on just thinking about it, make love to me."
I kissed him on his chest, his stomach, slowly, letting him feel my love for him.
His arms moved towards me, one hand pushing into my hair, the other settling at the small of my back.
"OH MY GOD, I CANT BELIEVE we are in Fiji."
I was mesmerized by seeing the blue water, around the small patch of land through the windows of Jay's plane.
We are right now traveling to our destination, in a private limousine after our plane landed at a private airport, on a private Island owned by none other than Mr. Rathod, in Fiji.
"What's the name of this Island?"
"Dracula."
I rolled my eyes,
"How original."
"What? It was named before I bought it."
Jay bought this at $15 million and he turned it into a rich traveling destination with 35 Private Villas and one big resort, now his resort comes into the top ten in the south pacific, the island's market value is $60 million.
This man's capabilities and mind when it comes to business amaze me.
We were welcomed with a vibrant Fijian folk song, a garland of frangipane flowers, and a cold fresh coconut drink.
A very pleased-looking man was waiting for us as we reached the entrance of the Villa, He looked Indian, I guess.
"Good evening sir, Ma'am."
I smiled at him before I could wish him back Jay introduced us,
"Aarna, he is the manager of this resort, Prince, she is my Girlfriend, Aarna Patel."
His contagious smile rubbed on me and I gave him the same big smile.
"You have kept this well."
I looked around the greenery, the furniture, style was pleasant and yet rich, carefree yet elegant with lush potted plants decorated in dark woods, and textiles that complimented tropical scenery.
"All thanks to sir, Ma'am, he has great vision."
I smiled at him.
I and Jayraj, followed him, hand in hand.
"This is the biggest Villa, Ma'am."
I looked at the massive living area, the lush pots were here as well,
We move forward,
He pointed at two sets of stairs.
"This one goes down under the caves, and that one towards the beach."
Can you imagine, a beach in the front, and caves on one side, this is Devine.
"Can we watch the caves now, Jay?"
"Laters baby, we need to freshen up."
He moved us to the back area where a 90-foot-long glass cube was set inside the main lagoon-style pool.
After touring the kitchen area and an open terrace with sofa and tables surrounded by coconut trees, we moved upstairs, with an open swimming pool on one side and three bedrooms on the other side,
"Now this I would personally say is the best place of this Villa."
He said as we moved to the next floor, the terrace, there was a giant size bed and the unending view from here of beaches and greenery.
The things we can do on this bed, the stars in the sky can be the voyeur and the cold breeze of the ocean will be the catalyst of us staying close.
Though we don't need a catalyst for that, do we?
"I guess this is going to be my favorite place as well," I said suggestively to Jay.
He got my hint and gave me a dark look while running his thumb over the back of my hand.
After a tour, we moved to the master bedroom, and I directly went inside the bathroom.
"Jayyyy... this is also going to be my favorite place." I looked at the bathtub overlooking the ocean.
" Do you like the place?"
"Oh, I love the place."
I beamed with excitement.
"Let's take shower."
"Here? Yesssss."
HE WAS SITTING WITH LOSE white drawstring pants and nothing else, while I wore a white shrug over the blue bikini.
After having our brunch, we talked, I wanted to go swimming in the infinity pool but according to Jay 'It's not healthy to swim after eating.' So we talked, about us, about his life and more importantly what we are going to do here, besides lots of sex.
That's all we did other than eating since we landed.
And after waiting for three hours I finally could swim.
Jay is a good swimmer, he can win the Olympic If he applies.
God can he hold his breath, for a moment I thought something happened to him when he didn't come out of the water.
"How can you be so good at everything? You clicked so well."
I asked looking at my pictures he clicked.
"Because I had a beautiful muse."
"I have never expected cheesy from you, Mr. Rathod.
But cheesy lines suit you."
He gave me a small shy smile,
OMG! shy smile? And Him,
I stood up from the chair and sit on his lap, straddling him, and he cupped my ass.
"You have your Instagram account?"
I asked, running my fingers over his face.
Why can't I get enough of this man?
"No, I don't have one."
"That's a crime, Jay. You had to have an Instagram account.
But on the other hand, It's good actually, girls will not drool over your pictures."
He chuckled at my comment.
"I am only yours." He removed the rubber from my ponytail and tossed it away.
"Say that to me every day, I like to hear that."
The wind picked up the strands of my hair and blew them around my face. Jayraj tried to tuck my hair behind my hair but every attempt was fruitless.
With irritation, he fisted my hair and hold them back together.
"How long are you going to hold them?"
He shrugged.
"They were ruining my view of your face."
I laughed and offered him another hairband, which was tucked at my wrist.
"Tell me why don't you have an Instagram account," I asked as he was tying my hair into a ponytail.
"I Don't need one." He replied while his utmost attention was on the work he was doing.
"We don't do everything out of need, sometimes we do things that make us happy."
He gave a triumphant smile at the success in tying my hair.
"I would rather want people to see the real me than reel me. People only put smiles and not grief on social media, it's a fake reality with filters and fakeness. It's a business and my company uses it as a business." He replied.
I wiggled my ponytail before replying.
"Well, I would be sad seeing some sad stuff and happy seeing some happy stuff, so I would rather see good happy stuff."
"Exactly my point, why do you give power to an app to make you sad or happy?
They earn billions by hooking innocent children, and adults to phones, they use psychologists to analyze the human mind, how to increase the dopamine level so that their users stay clung to the phone and then make their apps accordingly. People waste hours wasting their time on it and scrolling instead of making something out of their life."
Okay! I never thought like that.
"I agree with you on that but there are also good things too. We can stay connected to friends through social media, I have different groups with my school friends, and college friends I know groups can be annoying sometimes."
I mean those sappy good morning messages forwarded to every group are kind of irritating but once you stop replying they also stop sharing.
"but you also can talk with your friends, I, Ria and Divya have this group where we share random shit about each other and that helps us to make our bond stronger, we type each other messages, send pics, share ridiculous memes, and bottom line we stay connected."
"Typing is boring, I would rather call someone."
He replied after removing my shrug and throwing it on the table.
"But you do message me."
"Well, because it's you. I call or send voice notes to others."
He kissed a line from my shoulder down to my arm.
"Ahh... lucky me," I murmured huskily.
"I think this is the never-ending debate not for us but for the world and the world is not going to reach to conclusion anytime soon so how about we agree to disagree."
"Yup, let's agree to disagree, Mr. SMG."
"A What?"
His fingers ghost up my ribs on both sides as I look at his husky stare.
"A Social media ghost," I replied as I ran my thumb along his jaw, I smiled.
"I am not, I have a Twitter account but my IT guy handles that, It's all work-related."
My smile fell with concern.
"You can't let anyone handle your social media accounts."
"I trust him and social media accounts are nothing compared to the work he had done for me."
His mouth kissed slowly, along my ear lobe to my neck,
"Like, tracking my location?" I looked up at him with a brow raised in question,
I tilted my head to give him more access.
"When did I track yours?"
His teeth grazed along my skin.
"Remember when I was drunk, you track my phone."
"Well It was for your safety, you couldn't even walk properly. What did you say then, Mallord me, and do you want to--"
"Don't remind me." I cut him in between.
That night was very embarrassing and still special.
He let out a small chuckle.
"Well, you reminded me. I didn't. And you were cute and so f*cking hot, I still have the image implanted in my mind of you in that white dress, after years I have masturbated that day."
"I offered myself to you on the plate but you didn't touch me, if it was anyone instead of you then they would have taken the offer.
And that thought encouraged me to trust you with your arrangement despite you behaving like an a*s. I knew there is a caring, If not lovely, person behind that hard exterior."
One thing I knew after that night is that he would respect me and my choices.
The whole world may call him heartless or emotionless but I knew there was a heart inside that cared,
That same day, I hurt his ego and went against him and he still came to me, there was anger on his face, not because he had to spoil his plans for me but because he was worried for me.
"So did I stand up to your expectations?"
He asked.
"You are way way way more than my expectations."
He gave me a genuine big smile, only if the world could see this, they would know he is not an emotionless man.
"Why did you change the topic? Post my picture on your Twitter."
"Sorry?"
"Post this picture to your Twitter."
"Since when you started ordering."
"This is what couples do, they post each other's photos on social media."
"Now I understand the sudden change of place."
Well, that was the strategy.
"What? Do I need a reason to sit on my boyfriend's lap?"
I feigned hurt, his hand moved down from my ribs, and his fingers were grazing my pu*sy lips.
"No, you don't need a reason and I am not putting your bikini photo on my feed for others to gawk." He replied before putting his lips on my neck.
He sucked my skin and then pressed a soft skin.
"Please." I moaned.
Was I requesting to post a photo or requesting to keep doing what he was doing with his lips and fingers?
Both may be.
My body was about to combust. My bikini bottom was drenched,
I stood up from his lap suddenly.
I can not let my 'mission show off' down, because of his lips and fingers.
I wanted him to show me off, I wanted the world to know who he belongs to.
Am I the same woman who wanted to keep our relationship private?
"Please post my photo," I spoke after gathering all my strength.
He looked dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events, he looked up and stared at my standing figure.
"Pretty please." I gave him puppy eyes.
"My Twitter account is not open on my phone and I don't know the password."
Lame excuse, Mr. Rathod.
"Is it in your number and email?"
He nodded his head,
"Okay then we will do forgot the password or you can ask your man to send the password."
"I am not going to talk you out of this ridiculous thing, am I?"
"Nope."
"Fine, but not that one. I will choose."
"I love you. You are the best."
I said in a child-like voice and pecked his cheeks.
He caught my waist and made me sit on his lap again.
He went through the photos and stopped at one,
"This one." he showed me a picture, I was smiling while my eyes were closed and my head a little tinted. my face was only visible with the rest of my body dipped inside the water.
This man and his possessiveness
You are not different, Aarna.
But this one looks good though, kind of serene and seducing. Giving a glimpse of what is inside the water but not exposing completely.
I downloaded Twitter on his phone, and he asked for his Twitter password from his IT guy.
"What do you want me to tweet with this pic?" He asked.
"Whatever you feel looking at that."
"'My girlfriend is forcing me to post this.'
Is that okay?"
I glared at him,
"Okay, fine, umm..."He started typing something, and he leaned back so I could not see, I tried to see, but the brut stopped me with his one hand.
"Let me see." I shrieked.
"No." He replied with a calm smile.
He is loving this.
"I want to see it before you tweet, I don't trust you."
His attention moved to me from his phone,
"What did you say?"
He asked slowly, in a dangerous tone.
I gulped.
"I don't trust you with that tweet otherwise तो I trust you completely."
"Better." His attention went back to tweeting.
"Done."
"Can I see now?"
"No, later."
"Why? What If you have tweeted something horrible."
"Well deal with it then. You wanted me to tweet, I did."
Now stop behaving like a child."
I am behaving like a child?
Is he serious?
He is not letting me see the tweet and I am the child!
I stood up with force and spoke on my way to the pool.
"I am going inside the water."
What did he write in his tweet?
Why did you decide to leave your phone in the room?
You could have seen the tweet if you had your phone.
A hand came over my waist,
"What?" I asked with irritation.
"I was thinking to pose for a pic you know, for you to put on your social media, that would be only fair as I have posted yours."
"Really, you would do that?"
"I was thinking but now looking at you I think you are not interested. I understand you are angry at me and all so."
"Who says I am angry." I gave him a big smile, "See, I am so happy. Go stand there I will click your photos."
He smiled at me and went to where I pointed. He stood there like a statue with a straight face.
"I am not posting a photo of the mannequin."
He smiled a fake smile.
"Jay, give a real smile, please. It looks like you are smiling at gunpoint."
"Why did I agree to this?"
He murmured.
"You didn't agree. You offered yourself, now smile."
He smiled more,
"Wait... too much chest is visible."
"Aarna." He said with a warning.
"Patience is the virtue young man."
I forwarded a smile before looking around to find some props and found a champagne bottle,
"Here, keep it in your hands and pose."
"Look at my face Jay... forget you are being forced to smile."
I made some weird faces, with my tongue out and nose flared,
He laughed.
CLICK.
CLICK.
"You were looking like a horrible child."
He said at my expression.
"Well, you are looking hot."
I said looking at the pic
"See, I am such a good photographer, ain't I?" I added.
Who praises themselves all the time?
"Come on Jay let's go to the room, I want to post your photo."
I dragged him out of the pool, and he stopped us near the lounge chair and picked up two towels, after drying me up, he picked up my shrug from the floor and covered me with the shrug as we move to our room.
I took the phone and stood two feet away from Jayraj.
I opened my Instagram account on my phone and posted the photo,
"Let me see."
He glimpse but I locked the screen instantly.
"No.. why do you care even? You don't like social media remember."
"I will show you my tweet, you show me your phone."
"Mr. Rathod, I am on Twitter, so I can see your tweet now." I wiggled my phone at him.
I opened Twitter,
"Aww... my sweet."
I went to him and gave a pack, he took the phone from my hand and throw it on the sofa while capturing my lips in a hungry kiss.
......
Happy Uttarayan/Makara Sankranti/Pongal everyone. Wishing you love and joy from my family to yours.
Eats lots of chiki and fly colorful kites, while yelling કાય પો છે at top of your lungs.
If you have a different name for Sankranti in your state put it in the comment box.