Soon, three days passed away. It was Laya's wedding day.
She was tired of wearing the heavy Bridal Barton dress. Her hands were filled with chudiya and she wore a red veil. Her hands were filled with Mehandi. A big bindi was there between her brows and a big Nose splint was attached to her nose. Her ears were filled with large earrings. She felt like her skin would expand with these things. And with this heaviness, she won't be shocked if she would turn into an old woman by tomorrow. With this heaviness, she smiled at every person who came to greet and congratulate them. But soon her energy ran out.
Seeing her weak state, Rahul made her get back to their room and he greeted everyone. He didn't care about the gossip but only her. A warm feeling filled in Laya's heart. Soon, five days passed after their marriage. They returned to Hyderabad. Now… They were in Laya's house.
Now, it was their "Ghattam" time. Laya was rather nervous. She felt happy that Rahul was a good guy. He did everything considering Laya. She felt happy with him and he also had an addictive body. Laya couldn't help but crave it. But starting today, the next three nights, she was to spend it with him according to the auspicious date picked by Pandit Ji. Laya held the glass and walked straight into the room. She kept the glass aside. She had planned to sleep at least tonight as she was dead tired. But Rahul drank all the milk and turned off the light and pounced on her.
"No! I'm not ready!" Laya said.
"I can wait," he said.
When Laya saw his sulking face, she grabbed his collar and kissed him hard. After that, she broke the kiss and went back to sleep as she snuggled closer to him. Rahul couldn't help but smile as he gazed at the woman in his arms. He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes and went to sleep.
The next morning he woke up because of the sound of curtains being moved. He opened his eyes and saw a beautiful sight, Laya, his wife. She was standing in front of the window nursing a warm cup of coffee in her hands. Her wet hair had been gathered on one shoulder and she was humming a tune under her breath.
Rahul felt a deep fire burnt within him and he leaped to his feet. He was beside Laya just in a second. He put his hands on her waist, making her jump in surprise. He spun her around and gazed directly into her eyes. Laya blushed and looked down, trying to avoid his gaze.
He took her chin in his hands and made her look up, "Good Morning, Beautiful!!" He said in a raspy voice. Laya breathed deeply as she stared into his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, he took the coffee mug from her hand, and after taking a sip from it, he placed it on the dresser next to the window. Laya took a step back, pressing her back to the wall as Rahul's gaze fell on her lips. Laya was biting her lips making Rahul groan. She knew the effect she had on him and smirked, tentatively she licked her lips before biting it again. She was playing with fire. She knew that, but today she was in a mood to take this risk.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. Everyone in the house went out giving lame excuses saying that they have something to do just to give them some alone time. There is not even a single maid in the house. So there was no one to attempt the door.
It was a milkman. They stopped and Laya went to open the door. She took a vessel from the kitchen and opened the door for milk. Milkman gave filled the vessel with milk and said "Till now, you have Rs. 2000 bill due." From behind Rahul said that "We will pay at the end of the month. Now give the milk and leave." Laya chuckled.
She took the vessel and put it in the fridge. Rahul approached her from the back and grabbed her from her waist. Laya took a deep breath and turned around. They were about to exchange a kiss, but suddenly the mobile phone rang. Laya chuckled again.
Rahul was like "Damn!! This phone...!!" Laya smiled and replied "Go and answer the call. It must be important." Before Laya could speak more, her lips got attacked by Rahul. He sucked her red lips which were glistening brightly under the bright sun rays which were falling from the windows. Rahul couldn't help but notice them when they were so enticing. When he noticed it, he couldn't help but slam his lips on her.
Laya was like a drug to him which he couldn't help but get addicted to. He carried her to the bed and laid her down. His hands moved to her curves. His hands made their way to her white bathrobe tie. He pulled it down. Laya was still in a daze by his actions. When he removed her bathrobe, she was in nothing but her lingerie. She shivered at his touch. She couldn't help but hug him close. His wet tongue, his hot breath, his love, and his hot body was making her feel addicted to him. But she was not ready to that point yet. When she was out of breath, Rahul broke the kiss.
He was just about to kiss her, but he stopped when Laya said "It's breakfast time. Get ready."
Saying this, she stood and went to her dresser. Rahul followed her.
She squinted at him and asked "What?"
"I want to see you change your dress," he said as he gave a wink to her.