✨ His world ✨

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Samantha

Six hours of travel, and I was exhausted.

Whoever romanticized traveling in a private jet had clearly never been in my shoes. The luxury? Yes, it was undeniable. The convenience? Impeccable. But for someone like me, who finds comfort in familiarity, in the scent of home, in the quiet rhythm of a place I belong, traveling felt like an escape from the reality.

But may be I need it?

Even the soft hum of the breeze outside, the soothing lull of waves crashing against the shore, couldn't erase the weariness lodged in my bones.

After reaching Singapore, we went straight to our booked hotel as it was already evening by now. The hotel staff silently placed our luggage in the suite and departed, I finally let out a slow breath, allowing my eyes to wander. Me and Abhimaan are staying in the same room, of course. Even the doctor has allowed him to travel, his health is my first priority. With this, I can keep a hold on him, not letting him be on mugs of coffees. So, it's better to stay with him even if the idea of staying with him, in a single room, does something.... uninviting.

Amaira and Shaurya are staying in two respective rooms, right beside ours and they have gone for rest, as they said. No doubt, they have been doing well together but I still feel I have to catch a lot about them. If that makes sense.

I roamed my eyes around the corner of the room and....the room was breathtaking.

A king-sized bed sat in the center, its plush white sheets untouched and inviting. The curtains, a soft shade of beige, swayed gently with the evening breeze, filtering the golden sunlight that poured through the open balcony. The glass doors offered a perfect view of the endless waves, the horizon stretching infinitely, as if whispering promises of something unknown.

I took a step forward, my fingers grazing the cool glass of the window, my heart slowing as I absorbed the beauty before me. My eyes were struck admiring the view when I heard his footsteps.

"Someone seems captivated....", Abhimaan said, as I felt him locking the door behind him, approaching into my direction.

"This is beautiful....", I said slowly, my eyes still focused outside. I felt his presence right behind me as even the idea of being with him, alone, was enough to send shivers down my spine.

Like we have never been out other than....me, chasing him to Pune.

"Not more than you....", his voice, deep and smooth, held something unreadable, something that sent a tremor through me. I blushed at his remark when I felt his hands wrapped around my waist.

His chin rested on my shoulder, as we looked at the resting sun. "Thank you for bringing me here....", I smiled, ignoring every single pace, my heart beat was increasing.

"In that case, you should thank your brother....", he chuckled slowly.

Brother? The realisation hit me.

I do have a brother now. Like a family of my own. Never in this life, I asked for this but as I always say.... God has its own plans.

"Abhimaan...."

"Ji...."

"I talked to Mumma before coming here", he stayed quiet as I continued. "She was happy for us."

Talking about family, there is something more to catch with him.

"Hmmm...hmmm....", he didn't speak a word. "Abhimaan, I think you should....talk to....Papa", I cleared my throat.

It's been a long time since they had talk but I really want them to confront each other. I have never talked about this to him lately, but as I got the chance here. I will make sure to get something positive from him.

"He said he never wanted to see me", Abhimaan's voice was coated with both hurt and guilt.

I know whatever happened between us has affected the whole family but I really wanted Papa and Abhimaan to get back together. I know they both have been hurting themselves by not doing so. And it's time, we should take a chance of moving on. What I'm doing.

"And I know I have done the irreversible. He is right, Samantha. I don't deserve this", he said, as I turned to face him.

His eyes softened, "I have hurt you....and everyone in my family", to be honest, I don't want to remember that. But no matter how much you run away from that baggage, a part of you holds that for a longer time.

"Abhimaan", I made him look into my eyes and he did.

"Sometimes, the things doesn't go as we plan it to be. And that is fine. We have to fight back with this. And remember, we are together in this....", I said softly.

Why not? If he can be with me letting me fight back against my fears. Why can't I be with him, supporting him in trying better.

He nodded at my words, "You will try talking to him once we get back, okay?", I asked with hopeful eyes.

A silence spread between us before he said, "Yes, I will.... And I will talk to....Mom too", I smiled at his words.

Right, Abhimaan's and Mumma's relations were getting on pace but one night changed everything. I would be the happiest person on this planet if things get well between him and his parents. Because I know he loves them. Just the way he....loves me.

"Done, let's freshen up now", I said turning around before he held my wrist.

I turned, my gaze locking with his. "Thank you for everything, Samantha....", I blushed at his words.

He gestured for me to look at the waves and the serene sound it was making, it was soon going to be night. "This is beautiful....," I whispered, shifting my focus everywhere, but not just at him. If possible. His close proximity was doing something.... everything.

"Just the way I-"

"Just the way you wrote in your diary", my breath hitched as he completed. The realization struck like lightning, sharp and sudden.

My diary.

I wrote about travelling such places and enjoying the peace. With someone....I love.

A wishlist, you know.

My gaze snapped to him, my heart pounding. "You read my diary?", I asked and his smirk faded, replaced by something softer. Something real.

"You left everything behind in the Malhotra Mansion", he murmured as I inhaled sharply.

The memories rushed in-raw, unfiltered, and painfully clear. I had left in a storm of emotions, without looking back, without considering what I was leaving behind.

Not just my belongings.

Pieces of me.

Abhimaan tightened his hold on me, his dark eyes never leaving mine. "Abhimaan....", I whispered before he reached me, as he raised a hand, pressing it flat against the glass beside my head. He didn't touch me-not yet, but his presence alone was enough to make my pulse quicken.

"I'm sorry, Samantha....", he said, voice quieter now, laced with something unfamiliar, something dangerously close to regret. "I never wanted to invade your privacy. I just...."

He exhaled, as if debating whether to continue. "I found it in the drawer. And when you weren't around, I....", his jaw tensed. "I just wanted to know you more."

The words settled in the space between us, thick and unspoken.

"You were curious about me?", I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

His gaze darkened. "Mujhe tumhari woh har baat jaanni hai, Samantha, jo tumne kabhi khud se bhi nahi kahi."

("I want to know everything about you, Samantha, which you don't even say to yourself")

A shiver ran through me. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, gripping him as if he was the only thing keeping me tethered. "Abhimaan...", the only word, I could say.

"Ji....", his breath brushed against my skin, he was dangerously close, as he lowered his head to hear me out.

My heart pounded as I whispered, "Tumhe kyun jaanna hai mujhe?"

("Why do you want to know me?")

He exhaled sharply, his gaze flickering between my lips and my eyes and in that moment, I forgot if we travelled for hours or I was hectic or I needed a shower or I was hungry. His voice, when he spoke, was raw, stripped of every pretense,"Kyunki main tumhe jitna jaane ki koshish karta hoon, utna lagta hai jaise main khud ko padh raha hoon."

("Because the more I try to get to know you, it feels like I'm trying to read myself.")

Something inside me shattered.

His fingers brushed the side of my face, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. The simplest of touches, yet it unraveled something deep within me, something I never knew existed.

"I have never loved a woman in my life, Samantha...." he admitted, his voice almost breaking. "Not beyond my mother. Until I found you", a sharp breath left me when he said this.

Yes, he have confessed his love to me, I didn't. Not yet. But every time he confesses, no matter how much I'm flattered and on cloud nine. A major part of me falls for him even more, despite not being able to confess my feelings to him.

"You didn't change me, Samantha....", he continued, his voice thick with emotion. "You fixed me. You reminded me of becoming the Maan I was meant to be, if my Mumma was alive", tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. This is not just a confession. He is dedicating every ounce of his emotions to me. He is not just opening up to me, he is making me the beholder of his love, he said he only did to his mother.

It's a bliss. In this lifetime and beyond that, it's a bliss to hear something like this from. The bliss I didn't know I would experience in this lifetime. But Abhimaan was doing the impossible. He was making me live with that bliss.

Emotions engulfed inside me as I cupped his face with both hands, pulling him so close our foreheads touched. "I know it's too much for you to take in, Samantha. But it's the way I feel about you. It's not the regular 'I love you.' It's more than that.... Something my words are failing to show you right now", his eyes softened as I heard him patiently.

A drop of tears flew down my cheeks when 'The Abhimaan Malhotra' said this to me, trust me, it's beyond this world. Yes, he was right, our love is beyond just an 'I love you.'

"Then, let the words do rest, Abhimaan. Let it rest and find other ways to show me....", a heavy breath left my mouth when I said this. My body was erupting with the flames of desire he left inside me. I wanted him to do justice, the justice to his words, the justice to his emotions and what not?

The justice to everything I was holding back.

A muscle ticked in his jaw as I continued with the boldness I barely know where it came from, "Show me your way, Abhimaan. Take me to your world....", he knew what I meant. He knew it. Because not only me, he wanted the same. He wanted me the way I wanted him. He wanted us the way I wanted us.

His pupils dilated, his grip on my waist tightening. "Samantha....", his voice was a warning. A plea. But I silenced him with a finger on his lips before pressing a kiss against his cheek.

His body tensed beneath my touch, his breath shuddering against my skin. "I won't be able to stop, Samantha...." he murmured, his fingers digging into my waist.

"Who said I want you to stop, Mr. Malhotra?", the last string of restraint snapped.

A low growl rumbled in his chest before his lips crashed onto mine, devouring, demanding, desperate. My arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, needing him more.

He pushed me slightly, pressing me against the cool wall. His hands traced my body, setting fire in their wake. The zipper of my dress came undone, fabric slipping from my shoulders, sliding down my body like silk. And I let him do everything he wanted to, everything I wanted him to do.

A gasp escaped me when his lips brushed the crook of my neck. "I'm craving for you, Samantha. Do you feel the same...?", he murmured against my skin, voice dark and full of promise and a needed answer, as I nodded at his words.

"Yes, Abhi... Maan. I'm dying for you....", my voice trembled with anticipation as be exhaled sharply. "Say my name again", he said, in a pleading voice.

I shuffled my fingers in his hair, as I took some of it in my fist, "Abhimaan....", with a moan, I was able to say his name as he kept captivating me with wet kisses down my neck.

He groaned, his fingers pressing into my skin when I smashed his lips, with equal passion. It was rough to start but we gradually found each other's way. His hold on me tightened as his rough, cold hands sent shivers down my bare skin.

The more I was kissing him, the more I was in need of him. When I couldn't get enough, frustration flared in me as I started unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes got the idea of my actions as he looked at me intensely. I started covering his chest with my soft kisses when I struggled with the last button of his shirt. And when it refused to budge, I let out a breath and ripped it open. Unapologetically.

The sound of tearing fabric echoed in the room, and my breath hitched at the realisation. I did tear off his shirt.

Abhimaan stilled, staring at me for a long moment. Then, a slow, wicked smile curved his lips. "Wifey is getting impatient", he teased and I couldn't help myself but blush.

My cheeks heated up but before I could respond, he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his torso. His hands explored my body, claiming, possessing, branding me as his as he started kissing me again.

Abhimaan's hands slid down my back, slow and deliberate, before gripping my thighs and lifting me with effortless ease. A soft gasp escaped my lips as the warmth of his body pressing against mine.

His breath was uneven, his grip possessive, his gaze dark with something unspoken, something dangerous, something that sent a shiver down my spine.

He carried me to the bed, laying me down gently, but the intensity in his movements contradicted the tenderness. His fingers ghosted over my skin, tracing patterns only he could decipher, leaving behind a trail of fire.

One by one, he unstrapped my heels, his touch lingering, his lips pressing against my ankles, my calves, worshipping, unraveling me piece by piece. The sound of his shoes hitting the floor barely registered in my mind. And all I could focus on was the way his eyes roamed over me, drinking in every inch of my exposed skin as if he were memorizing me.

And then, with a flick of his fingers, he unclipped my bra and now, I was exposed in front of him, just in panties which were already wet by now.

A sharp breath left me as the realization was hitting me hard. I was bare, vulnerable, fully exposed to his gaze. Heat flooded my cheeks, and before I could stop myself, I crossed my arms over my chest, my fingers gripping my skin in an attempt to shield myself from the intensity of his stare.

It had been so long since he had seen me like this, and yet, his gaze still held the same hunger, the same reverence, as if he were seeing me for the first time.

He noticed my hesitation, the way my body tensed, the way my breathing hitched.

Without a word, he reached out, his hands covering mine, prying them away with gentle but firm determination. His touch was warm, steady, grounding.

His voice was a whisper, but it carried a weight that made my heart tremble.

"I want to see you, Samantha", he murmured, his lips barely an inch from mine. "All of you, Samantha. The way you are. The way you were meant to be."

My breath hitched at his words, "I want to explore every inch of your beauty," he continued, his voice deep, reverent, his fingers tracing the curve of my arm, the slope of my shoulder. "I want to know you in ways no one ever has, in ways that make you forget where you begin and end."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, a quiet surrender slipping past my lips as my arms fell away, baring myself completely to him.

His dark eyes traced over my skin, slow, deliberate, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume every ounce of hesitation I had left.

A slow smile curved his lips as he leaned forward, his mouth hovering just above my chest. My breath came out in shaky gasps as I felt the ghost of his lips brush against my skin, teasing, torturing, unraveling me thread by thread.

And then, he kissed me, he kept kissing me until I was held restless. I didn't want him to stop, but him continuing was only leaving me at his mercy, and I enjoyed being his hostage.

My back arched at the sensation, my fingers instinctively gripping his arms as his mouth travelled lower, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

His hands moved with purpose, one sliding up to cup my breast, his fingers kneading, exploring, setting every nerve in my body alight. And then, his lips followed.

A sharp gasp escaped me as he took my hardened bud into his mouth, his tongue flicking, teasing, before his teeth grazed ever so lightly .A strangled moan left my lips. "Ahh.... Abhimaan...."

My voice broke between breaths, words failing me as the pleasure built, overwhelming, intoxicating. His free hand travelled lower, tracing my curves, leaving no inch untouched, unexplored.

Every touch, every kiss, every whispered breath against my skin sent a ripple through me, a wave of sensations that I had never felt so intensely before.

He was not just touching me, he was worshiping me.

As if I was something sacred. As if I was the only thing that had ever mattered.

And at that moment, beneath his touch, beneath his gaze, beneath the fire that burned between us, I was his.

"Do you want to know how delicious you can be, Samantha?", he looked, his gaze became darker as I nodded, holding back my breath.

I noticed he moved his hand to the headboard of the bed, when I didn't realise a bowl of melted chocolate was kept, not alone but with strawberries. The suite staff thought we were the honeymoon couple.

But it was probably that. Logically.

Abhimaan holds the strawberry in between his teeth, as he dipped it in the bowl of melted chocolate. He brought it to my mouth as I took it. His mouth dripped with chocolate when he finished the bite of the strawberry, as I did the same.

The leftover chocolate, he polished it all over from my neck to my boobs. His warm breath made me arch back my body, as I couldn't hold it to myself. He again, licked the chocolate from my skin, not before taking my nipple in his mouth.

Once he finished doing it, he smashed his lips to mine and once again, I was brought to his mercy. A mixture of chocolate, strawberry and the way my skin tasted got into my mouth. He smirked back at my realisation as his hands went down inside my panties.

"Aahhhhh....", a soft moan left my mouth, when he inserted his finger inside me, without a warning.

I jumped in ecstasy but he held me back at my position, "Samantha, it was the way your boobs tasted. Wanna know how you actually taste?", he twitched his eyebrows playfully as he started fingering me hard.

One finger, two fingers, three fingers inside and I was home. I started losing it with every motion he was making inside me. Glide in. Out. In. Out. And I started aching for him already, as he was doing magic.

"Abhimaan....please....", my body was dying for him but he was.... enjoying it?

"Not yet, baby girl. You will come when I ask you.... ", he smirked back as I bit my lips, following his command.

I didn't know why I was doing it, but I wanted to obey him in every possible way. "Abhi...Abhimaan....I cannot.. please....", I begged him, almost.

"Look at me, Samantha. Look at me when you release every drop of your own", I did, just what he said when he dug deeper inside me for the last time before he slide his fingers out. "Aaahhhhh....fuckkkkk.....", I almost came on his fingers as I didn't break the eye contact.

He smirked back before going down, "And now you wanna taste yourself, wifey?", he said, before he started licking my walls. Every inch of my body aroused with erotica as I was holding on, all for him. He licked my walls and then, he started sucking my soft spot. A tension building up inside me, as I bit back at my lips.

Once he was done eating me out, he groaned before he smashed his lips to mine. A total unsweet taste flew down my throat as he said, "Samantha, can you taste how delicious you are....", I blushed at his remark.

"Now, it's time to focus on your deeds....", he announced sending chills down my spine.

I looked at him in amusements when he unbuckled his belt, off showing his errected member out of his pant. I gasped looking at it, "It would be the taste of what you have been doing to me, Samantha. It would be the taste of your deeds....", I realised what he meant by those words, as I understood my task.

A desire to get it all inside me and let my own deeds create magic inside me took over. I sat straight before I pushed him on the bed. He passed me a playful smirk but I focused on something else, "My bold, little wifey....", he remarked as I slid down my hands to my hair tying it making a bun.

"Enough of your show, Mr. Malhotra. It's time now to turn the tables....", I twitched my eyebrows playfully, as my hand covered his member.

A pinch of suprise plastered across his face when I started gliding my hand over, encircling it. "Samantha....", he groaned in frustration and I enjoyed it, just the way he was doing it to me.

"Watch me, Mr. Malhotra....", I said before pecking his lips and then digging my head downwards, as I took his member in my mouth. A heavy moan, which he tried suppressing left his mouth, "Fuck....little girl....", he gritted his teeth when I started moving my mouth up and down, deeper to my throat.

I gagged with him being full but I kept doing my business, as if the world around us doesn't exist. He took a support of his elbow as he stretched one of his hands to keep my strands of hair at its place. "Ummmm.....", my mouth captured his juice.

My deeds, as he said.

When I was done, I sat straight, his juice dripping off my mouth as I wiped it off with the back of my hand, "Samantha....", he groaned in his husky voice.

"You can't torture me like this....", I didn't realise when it already started hurting him.

"I have the whole right to do this, Mr. Malhotra", I smirked back before grabbing his collar and making him lean down to the headboard side of the bed.

As we exchanged our position, I took no time in sitting on him, as my hips started moving in sync. I started riding him, while he placed his hands firmly at me, to keep me on position. With every soft swift, my boobs bounced back touching his bare chest.

Our bodies started flowing down with the burning desire inside me when he didn't take a single second to flip me back, hovering over me. "Enough of this boldness, Samantha. Now, you will be under my mercy", he said, as he penetrated his member deeper inside me, which was already synced with my soft spot when I was at the top of him.

"Aaahhhhhhhh.....Abh...Abhimaan.....", I wrapped my legs around his waist, as our bodies started moving inside sync.

"Fuck, Samantha.... Eyes on me when I'm making every inch of your soul mine....", I gazed at him, no matter how unable I was failing to keep my eyes open. My body was dancing under his rule, as he kept filling me hard.

Soon, the desire turned into heat and our bodies started moving faster. "Aaahhhhh....", a soft scream left my mouth when I felt it building inside me already.

"Come with me, Samantha. You are going to come with me....", I knew he was filled but I also knew how fast he was going inside me.

My body crumbled beneath him as I bit my lips in ecstasy, "Abhimaan.....pl....please....", I felt our breath getting heavier when he kept increasing his pace.

We felt like we were losing our breath, and we were so full with each other, my body tensed up again as I struggled when for the last time he penetrated deeper inside me, tearing every ways of keeping it altogether, I came. I came hard when I felt him doing the same.

My body felt like it was releasing a tension, I didn't realise I was already in tears of pleasure by then. He stopped there and rested for a second before he slowly pulled him out. "Fuck....", we both released a soft breath.

He leaned into wipe off my tears as a soft smile plastered across our faces, "Abhimaan....", I whispered back.

"Are you okay, biwi?", he asked, his eyes filled with a spot of concern.

I smiled before I nodded back at him, "I think I'm on cloud nine....", he chuckled at my response.

"I love you, Samantha....", three words, which were not enough sometimes ago, was now making my heart flatter.

"You are beautiful....", he murmured before kissing my forehead.

He got up before he lifted me in his arms and took me to the washroom. I couldn't stop blushing under his gaze when he put me on the counter before turning on the jacuzzi water. "It's a warm water. You will feel better, Samantha...."

I didn't say a word, I just kept looking at him with nothing but immense love in my eyes. The love yet to confess. He lifted me again before he made me sit inside the jacuzzi. He got inside the water, before he took the shower gel and poured it all over my body. The bubbles inside the water made me splash my hands in it, "You like it....?", he asked smilingly.

"I'm loving it, Abhimaan....", I said splashing the water droplets to him.

A soft chuckle left my mouth when he grabbed me as he started rubbing the gel over my body. Soon, we cleaned each other taking the warm bath we actually needed.

As we both got out of the water, he grabbed the towel and wrapped it around my body. The other towel he wrapped around his waist as he lifted me again, getting out of the washroom.

Once we dried our bodies, he went to our suitcase grabbing his shirt and a sweatpant in his hand. He made me wear his shirt as I was standing like a baby, making a pout face and then he wore his sweatpant.

Soon we ordered our dinner and ate in silence. A comforting silence I never knew which could exist between us. Once we were done with our dinner as it was almost night, we went inside the blanket as he wrapped his arms around me. I rested my head on his bare chest before he kissed me on the top of my head, "Goodnight, Samantha....", he was smiling.

"Goodnight, Abhimaan....", I said softly before the soft, peaceful slumber took over me.

And within those fraction of time, I realised how hard I have fallen for this man. But what about the words I have been finding to confess my feelings to him?

Ironic how the man who barely share what's going on inside his heart has now started sharing every pages of his love to me. Like the way he never miss out to make me feel special.

Meanwhile me, who never used to stop oversharing herself is now searching for the right word, the right time, the right moment to share her feelings to him.

Only if I knew, confessing your love when you are at the gunpoint was easier than confessing it when you are right into his arms.

I wish Singapore could help me with better love languages....

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