The next morning, Aarav and his wife finalized their travel plans. They decided to take a flight to Delhi and then travel by bus to Manali. Packing for a month-long trip was exciting, but leaving home felt bittersweet.
At the airport, their families came to see them off. Aarav's sister smirked, teasing, "Enjoy, but don't forget to call. Don't get lost in each other."
His mother gently touched her cheek, whispering, "Take care of yourself. Call us when you reach." Her father gave Aarav a nod, adding, "Stay safe and keep in touch."
They both assured them and boarded their flight.
After a long journey, they finally reached Manali. Snow-covered mountains welcomed them as they checked into their hotel, exhausted from the trip. That night, neither of them spoke much—they simply ate dinner and went to bed, letting the cold mountain air lull them into deep sleep.
The morning was bitterly cold, but inside the cozy hotel room, warmth was slowly building between them.
Aarav woke up first, his breath misting in the chilled air. His wife lay beside him, her face calm, her hair spilling over the pillow like ink on silk. He watched her for a moment,
memorizing the way her soft lips parted
slightly as she slept
A teasing smirk tugged at his lips. "Still asleep? Guess I'll have to wake you up my way!
He shifted closer, wrapping an arm around her waist. His touch was light, just enough to make her stir.
She mumbled something
incoherent and buried her face in his chest
making his heart race.
"You're using me as a pillow now?" he whispered, amused.
She hummed in response but didn't move away.
Aarav took that as an invitation. His fingers
traced slow circles on her back, his touch
gentle yet deliberate. He felt her shiver-not from the cold, but from the way his warmth seeped into her skin.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against her
forehead. "Good morning, Mrs. "
She smiled sleepily. "Mmm... too early."
"Too cold, you mean." Aarav pulled the
blanket higher, tucking them in together. His hands wandered, exploring the dip of her waist, the gentle curve of her back.
She sighed, shifting against him. "You're
getting bold, aren't you?"
He chuckled, his lips grazing her ear. "Blame
the cold. I need to warm up somehow."
His fingers trailed lower, feeling the delicate curve of her hips before sliding up, resting over the softness of her blossoms. He
cupped them gently, testing her reaction. She sucked in a breath, her fingers curling into his shirt.
"Aarav.." Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, but she didn't stop him.
Encouraged, he tilted her chin up, locking
their gazes. Her eyes, deep and mesmerizing held both shyness and curiosity.
"Tell me to stop, and I will, " he murmured.
She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing. Instead of answering, she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his jaw.
Aarav groaned softly. "That's dangerous, you
know."
She smirked. "What is?"
"Teasing me when I already have no
self-control."
His lips found hers, slow and deep, his touch
growing more confident. His hand traced
down again, lingering over her lotus, his
fingers caressing through the fabric of her
nightwear. She gasped softly, pressing closer, their breaths mingling in the cold air.
As their passion grew, she suddenly pushed
against his chest, breathless. "Lock the
door."
Aarav blinked, then burst out laughing "Smart woman. But don't think you're escaping me now."
He got up, locked the door, and returned to
her-where the real warmth awaited