The refined sunbeams crawled in their suite through silk curtains, lightening up each and every corner. Two souls wrapped in the sheet of deep slumber stirred slowly as sense started trapping them, Anahita was the one who woke up first and blinked rapidly to register the surroundings. Yawning, she tried to get up but substantial weight over her waist and on left shoulder refrained her.
 She craned her neck to the east and noticed the most tempting sight of the morning; her arrogant husband was sleeping peacefully with his limbs all over her. Her curves widened involuntarily as she scrutinized his upturned straight nose right above his upper lip which was perfectly etched in deep bow, screaming pretension. His fanned lashes on his cheeks and thick tufts of black hair on his forehead. His bre

"Extra rooms? Why extra room?" Anahita queried confusingly looking at the customers details register that Yuvraaj was filling even after being confirmed of their personal open villa boat.
 Yuvraaj didn't even bother to glance at her back and after filling in details, he passed back the register to the receptionist, she took it politely and asked them to wait for a while till she fetch them the key cards. Reception at LA Cassita hotel had always been as crowdy as the railway station, you wouldn't know when you're being dragged from one corner to another. Decently, of course.
 "I asked you something, why another room? You told me we have villa boat." She asked again softly, knowing completely well that he might have heard everything at the hote

Anahita closed her eyes, sighing as the plane took off. Her flight fear gripped her in steel clutches whereas Yuvraaj was all cool, busy in his iPad. They had boarded the plane and managed to secure the seats beside window. For the first time, Yuvraaj's courtesy kicked him and he offered the window seat to her, sitting beside her on the aisle one.
 Announcements were being made by the stewardess. They were strolling around to check whether everyone had tightened the seatbelts and it was making Anahita nervous. She was a proper Indian, comfortable in the dancing trains to travel across the country but planes never went well with her. What if it crashed? What if she died? So many questions flooded in her brains.
 She peeked at Yuvraaj through h

The refined sunbeams crawled in their suite through silk curtains, lightening up each and every corner. Two souls wrapped in the sheet of deep slumber stirred slowly as sense started trapping them, Anahita was the one who woke up first and blinked rapidly to register the surroundings. Yawning, she tried to get up but substantial weight over her waist and on left shoulder refrained her.
 She craned her neck to the east and noticed the most tempting sight of the morning; her arrogant husband was sleeping peacefully with his limbs all over her. Her curves widened involuntarily as she scrutinized his upturned straight nose right above his upper lip which was perfectly etched in deep bow, screaming pretension. His fanned lashes on his cheeks and thick tufts of black hair on his forehead. His breathing coming out even and his svelte arm around her petite waist, depicted how much he wanted to sec

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