Forget?

Vansh and Shreya were sitting on the bed of their honeymoon sweet, Shreya facing down to her hands in lap looking close to tears while Vansh glared on a poor wall.
The room was decorated, giving the perfect honeymoon romance vibes with its red roses, fragrant candles and white decorations; but the current tension in this room was nowhere near romantic or sexual.
It was a tensed silence, the type of silence when both of them have a lot to say yet they can't form the words. They couldn't too.
When Shreya had uttered those four words, telling him that she was at her uncle's place - the uncle who had sexually assaulted her as a teenager - something in Vansh snapped. He didn't know what, he still couldn't find out, but it felt like breaking - like a part of his heart was getting crushed.
He couldn't gulp down the fact that when Shreya was in distress, was upset - and she had every right to be - she had gone to her uncle. She could've gone to anyone, she could've stayed alone and it wouldn't have bothered him, he would simply have been happy to find her back.
But knowing that she was with her uncle didn't sit right with him.
Did Vansh rank lower than the paedophile? He hated that notion. He hated that he could do absolutely nothing about this.
He also hated the unbidden thoughts that came into his head.
Would Shreya always run away when she faced a problem?
What if the paedophile tried manipulating her, again?
What would happen then?
Will he have to compete with him?
Would she ever be his, truly?
But Vansh didn't say anything in front of their families. He shut up even before he could erupt and let her parents hug her and tell her everything will be alright.
He was sure they had a lot of questions, especially one big, "Why did you even film this?" but they held back, probably because they didn't want to ruin an already ruined day, which ironically, was supposed to be the best in their life. Funny how that turned out, eh?
After each one of them soothed her, told her how everything will be alright, and how she should forget about this and enjoy her wedding night, they went on their way.
Vansh remained silent the whole way and Shreya had neither the courage nor the words to tell him anything at all.
And now, they were sitting - awkward like a couple meeting for the first time - the silence stretched.
Five minutes, ten, twenty excruciatingly painful silence later, Vansh broke the silence.
"Why?", he asked, and that one word held all his pain, anger, confusion, worry and insecurity.
When she didn't answer, he repeated, a little louder, "Why, Shreya?"
"I don't know", she sobbed as she put her head in her palms.
Vansh turned around to look at her and immediately pulled her in his arms. His negative emotions told him to just let her be, let her realize her mistake, but the bigger, louder part of him - the one that loved her unconditionally - told him to forget all the mess and comfort her. It wasn't an easy day for him, but it was an even harder day for her - especially if she went to her Uncle for comfort.
"Shh, It's okay. Everything will be okay", he kept saying as he caressed her head.
"I'm sorry", she sobbed as she nuzzled her head in his chest.
"I'm so sorry"
"It's okay! You are okay! Everything is okay!", he told her and pulled her closer to his chest as he nuzzled his own head in her hair.
A moment of sad silence passed, where both held on to the other and took comfort in their presence.
Shreya whimpered and her voice held pleading, as she asked, "Can we forget about today, please? Just the bad parts? I... I... don't want my wedding night to turn out like my wedding did"
"Please?", she begged again and turned her eyes towards his face when he didn't answer.
"We have a lot to talk about", he said and she nodded with watery eyes, "Tomorrow"
"You will tell me everything and we'll get through this together?"
"Yes", she nodded again.
"Promise?"
"Promise!"
"Then Mrs Mehta", he smiled, "you'll be pleased to know that your husband is yours to command"
"Husband", she whispered as she smiled through her teary eyes.
Vansh held her chin with a tip of his finger and staring straight into her grey eyes said, "the video is deleted and the man is arrested, they will investigate and soon find out the culprit"
She just nodded as his fingers caressed her jaw, slowly moving up to her lips. When they reached her nose, they quickly removed the 'Nath' ( a large hoop-kind nose ring) and as his fingers moved to her ears, they removed her earrings too.
One by one, caressing her skin softly, he took his sweet time as he removed all her jewellery.
He spread his palm as he guided her to stand, adjusting her in between his legs, all while gazing into each other's eyes.
His eyes slowly moved down her body, from her chest that hid her beating heart, her flat stomach to the lehenga that hid her legs. His eyes undid her clothes, even before his hands did, and she was left unravelled standing in her baby pink lingerie.
"Wow", he groaned as his eyes did a double, triple-take.
The deep-V neck enclosed her blossom and her heaving chest looked magnificent and sinfully sensual. The lacy fabric left little to the imagination, and yet she somehow managed to look sexy, not scandalous.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he tugged her towards his frame; moving his thumb over her lower lips, he asked in a deep, sensual voice, "Is that for me?"
"Always", she moaned as his fingers started doing little circles on her back.
He stared into her eyes, quite harshly tugging on her jaw, "You are mine, always, you know that, don't you?"
"I wouldn't be Mrs Mehta if I didn't", she answered and his answering smile melted her heart.
"I love you to bits, Mrs Mehta", he announced.
"Me too", she mumbled.

She was picked off the floor and into his arms, and before she knew it she was landing softly on the bed.

He climbed on top of her, like a man reaching his nirvana, and placed his lips gently on hers. They didn't kiss yet, just savouring the feel of their lips pressed together.

Slowly, his lips started moving and though her lips felt like they always did - sweet, velvety and welcoming - they somehow tasted better. Maybe it was the tag of being married, or the honeymoon, or just the room but this kiss felt different than all the others.

He moved his lips to the rhythm of hers, but soon, their tongues met and they moved in harmony like the clock and its needle. His lips moved down and finding the sweet spot on her neck, he nibbed on her skin and kissed until she moaned and wound her hands around his head tightly.

His lips then moved lower, trailing wet kisses to the slope of her neck and over her enticing blossom, to trail down and stop at the waistband of her thong.

He looked up to meet her eyes, the grey eyes that enticed and hypnotized him were filled with desire, a desire so powerful, he could climax with that look alone. He held back, thank the stars and whispered, "You are beautiful" as he started trailing soft kisses on her stomach.

He undid his clothes, and in no time stood naked like a sculpted Adonis with eyes of a sinful player. His grey-blue eyes swept over her body once again, undoing the lacy fabric that came in his way.

He started trailing kisses from her navel and as he reached her heaving chest, took one hard pebble in his warm mouth. He sucked and bit as her little writhe below him and only after bringing her to the brink of madness did he move down to her sweet, sweet nectar.

A single lick of his tongue and she shuddered, moaned and begged for relief. He chuckled over her folds and looking up in her eyes, asked, "Weak?" remembering the time she teased him to no end only to laugh it off at the end.

"Oh, I'll show you whose wea..", she interrupted herself with a loud moan when his lips and tongue finally met her throbbing bud.

Her hands automatically found his hair and as she pulled on the wavy strands, she groaned at the marvelous tango he did with his tongue. His combination was out-of-this-world, circular, long swipes, then little shakes on her bud, changing his pressure everytime.

She thanked the goddess of sexual pleasure for creating him as she climbed high above this world, floating in the clouds, calling out his name before she crashed and found herself back in heaven.

In his arms.