Chapter 37 :

Anika's POV

I wriggled in my sleep when I felt something wet and tingly on my neck. I tried to move but a heavy weight on my waist and legs stopped my movements. I was still in half sleep and as because it was disturbed, I frustratingly tried to push away whatever was on me only to get a stinging sensation on my neck.

I shot open my eyes to find Arnav beside me on my bed.

I raised my head a bit and saw his one arm around my waist over my stomach and his legs were tangled with mine.

"What are you doing?", I asked letting my head fall back on the pillow before I turned my head to face him.

His messy hair covered his forehead and eyes messily. The mullets weren't tied up so they were scattered over his neck and he stared at me through his half closed eyes. A small smirk was there on his lips. This is the first time I'm seeing him so messy and so close to me. He indeed has sinfully handsome features.

I looked down only to find him shirtless.

I looked up back to lock my eyes with him.

Neither he spoke nor I did. The silence of the room was the only sound existing right now. His grey eyes under the hair strands mirrored the primeval woods of a full moon night. Like the moonlight casting a soft shadow on the trees, the light rays casted a soft shadow on his orbs.

How funny it is right? The person I hated is now the new addiction of mine. I don't know why but I really can't stay away from the addicting cologne and presence of him.

"Are you running out of clothes? I wonder if mine would fit you", I spoke slowly.

He chuckled.

"I have. But I don't sleep with my shirt on"

I scoffed, "Then go and sleep naked on your bed."

"It's uncomfortable doll"

"How's wearing clothes uncomfortable? I also sleep with clothes on", when I replied that, I noticed his smirk widening.

"Then you can sleep without them. I won't mind", he spoke so casually without knowing what happened inside me. I'd have felt disgusted if we had been in the same situation we were in during the initial days of our marriage. But now, my heart actually skipped a beat and my eyes widened.

I scoffed, "That's the premium version and for that, you'll need to bear too much pain."

"I'm always ready if it's you who's punishing", he replied calmly.

I didn't react but kept staring at him. Few seconds passed in the staring competition until he decided to snuggle his face against my neck while pulling me closer by my waist. I didn't protest but waited for his next action.

He started caressing my waist over the shirt material while pressing chaste kisses on my neck. I gasped.

My hands over his arm around my waist tightened their grip because of the sensations he was giving me.

The thought itself that his naked chest was pressed against my side arm was enough to stir some sensations inside my chest and stomach. His toned abs felt hard against my skin.

"Have you planned my punishment?", he asked slowly while still kissing my neck and right shoulder.

"Mhm, I had already decided it", I replied trying to control the moan that was about to come out when he sunk his teeth into my skin.

"How did you do so fast?", he asked stopping his sweet torture on my neck. I groaned internally at the lack of pleasure.

I know it's wrong, very wrong but it feels so sinfully right.

"I know you can't resist me so of course I had it planned", I replied but the tone came out annoyed. And maybe he noticed it because the next moment he gave a smirk before pinning my hands over my head and attacked my neck.

I gasped loudly when he started sucking on the previously bitten spot.

"Moan for me or else I'm stopping here", he spoke, his tone deeper and stern. I couldn't deny because of the shivers his tone sent throughout my body.

He again went back to torture my skin but this time squeezed my waist with one hand while biting on my neck. His pace quickened as he started sucking more now making me finally let out a loud moan.

I felt him smirking against my skin.

Leaving the neck, he trailed his kisses downwards before placing wet kisses all over my upper chest and the revealed cleavage. It didn't take him longer to mark that empty space too making me let out another moan.

I started breathing more heavily than before because of the intensifying pleasure and the increasing sexual tension between us.

I don't know for how long he was sticking to my body while I was asleep. And now that he has finally got to touch me, he's going wild. His touches burned my skin with desires. Both of our bodies craved for more but it's better when slower.

He also has to go through the consequences of touching me. He agreed for it so I'm not stepping back.

I was surprised when I saw that he didn't even touch any private part of mine without my consent. He painted me all over like a professional artist painting his favoured painting.

His every touch on my skin felt like every stroke of brush on a canvas. It was addicting and I craved for more.

I arched my back letting out a moan when he sucked on my cleavage while his hand went under my shirt to caress my skin.

The feeling of his hard skin against my waist skin which has turned hotter than before despite the time being winter. Adrenaline was rushing to my cheeks and I might have turned red by now.

I had made love with Dhruv but it never felt like the way it was feeling with just the touches of Arnav. His mere touches felt burning and addicting.

I hissed when he bit on my collarbone followed by the suckings to soothe the stinging sensation. While he continued to place kisses on my shoulder blade, his hand on my waist started playing with my navel. I wear a navel ring so he might be having fun playing with the ring. His thumb caressed my stomach skin before he trailed his kisses from my collarbone to my left earlobe.

He slowly placed a long kiss on the earlobe before starting to suck on it.

"Ahhh-nav", I moaned again.

"Oh princess, moan my name more", he spoke slowly in my ear. His deep husky voice close to my ear, one hand caressing my bare waist and the other pinning my hands made me feel something weird down there.

I hate myself for getting wet because of someone whom I want to hurt now.

"Ahhh.... please", I moaned when he stated sucking my earlobe while pinching my waist.

"Please what doll?", he asked.

"Please touch me", I whined. I'd have cringed at myself if I had seen myself whining but now it felt like I was a completely different person.

"But you haven't allowed me yet", he spoke stopping his sucking and biting. Now he was hovering over me.

I opened my eyes and stared back at him while breathing heavily. I wanted more but I can't ask for it.

"Yeah I forgot that. Get off now. You'll get your gift once we land", I replied pushing him away lightly.

He didn't protest and got off my bed before picking up his shirt from the chair nearby and wore it back. I didn't look up at him while I was fixing my shirt because I knew that he was staring at me.

"You enjoyed, didn't you?", he asked coming near me.

"We both did", I replied.

He chuckled before picking me up in his arms and walked over to the washroom. The door was fortunately left unlocked so he easily pushed it with his foot and stepped inside.

Walking over to the sink table, he placed me on it and walked over to the cupboard.

I didn't protest the whole time.

Taking out a towel, he put it under the tap after pushing it in the direction for hot water.

The way he was so focused on his task actually made him attractive. The rolled up sleeves revealing his tattoos and the messy hair falling forward made him look tempting. I discovered another side of Arnav Rai Mehrotra, my cruel husband.

The stern expression on his face made my cheeks heat up so I looked away to ease up a bit.

The sound of tap closing made me turned my head back towards him only to find him standing infront of me. He just smiled slightly at me before tapping the towel on my chest and shoulders, wiping off the sweat and the saliva he had left back then. I didn't stop him nor spoke anything but simply kept staring at what he did.

Turning around the towel, he wiped my face, ears and neck. After a few minutes I was all clean and fresh.

"You're clean now. You can go and change. I'll take a bath till you're ready. We'll land after four hours", he spoke walking over to the sink.

I frowned, "What do you mean by four hours? Doesn't it take 12 hrs to reach Mumbai from Paris?"

He nodded before looking up at me. A smile was there on his lips.

"I was busy with my work for three hours, you slept for five hours, then he had the short session for sometime so now just four hours are left to land", he replied not forgetting to mention that session. "Didn't know you're a heavy sleeper", he spoke with a chuckle.

"Whatever", I mumbled rolling my eyes before getting down the table.

"I'll take a bath after you", I said standing infront of him.

"No you won't", he replied, his back facing me because he was putting the towel on the cloth handle.

"And why do you think I won't?", I asked folding my arms against my chest.

Turning around, he walked near me before pulling me closer by my waist. I gasped because of the sudden contact of my bosoms against his hard chest.

"Because you'll get sick. You have cold allergy and it won't take you time to catch cold after taking bath while being at such a high altitude. And moreover it's winter now", he replied calmly tucking a hair strand behind my ear.

I rolled my eyes before unwrapping his arms and walked out of the washroom not forgetting to close the door.

I walked over to the bed before letting my body fall freely on it. As I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts went back to the things that happened between us a while ago.

I found myself surprised at myself because of how easily I let him touch me. But it was for a cost. Even if things are evolving between us, he still needs to understand how to treat his wife. I'm legally his wife even if for few months more.

I smirked thinking about the consequence he needs to face now because afterall, he was the one to agree.

Keeping aside the thoughts, I walked over to the closet and took out a soft pink saree with shite full sleeve blouse. Both the pieces had silver thread embroidery at its borders which enhances its simple beauty. Once I wore them, I took out my lipstick and some creams and moisturizers along with the small golden box of vermillion.

Once I applied vermillion at last, I took a few seconds to admire myself. The vermillion actually made me look much different to how I used to look when I was unmarried.

The simple red power actually makes a woman look so beautiful as a married woman.

Even if there's no love, there still exists a bond.

Shaking away the thoughts, I walked out of the room with my phone towards the main area of the jet.

We'll be staying at his parent's place because they want us to do even if I don't like wearing traditionals for long, I had to. It's not like I dislike them. Traditional beauty is incomparable and I love them.