Enjoyyyyyyyyy the first day of lovebirds in Maldives........❤️❤️

The sun rose over the Indian Ocean, turning the water into a shimmering sheet of liquid sapphires. Inside the villa, the light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over Aanvi as she lay sprawled across the bed, her hair fanned out like silk against the white pillows.

Shivank had been awake for an hour. He wasn't on his laptop or checking the markets; he was propped up on his elbow, his "hard" gaze softened into something deeply tender as he watched her sleep. He traced the line of her shoulder with his eyes, marveling at how someone so "clumsy" and "baby-natured" had managed to completely dismantle his icy exterior.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Wake up, little bird. The sun is tired of waiting for you."

Aanvi let out a tiny, cute moan of protest, burying her face deeper into his pillow. "Five more minutes, Shivank-ji... the bed is so soft."

"The bed isn't going anywhere, but the ocean is," he murmured, his hand sliding to the small of her back, pulling her closer until her sleep-warmed body was flush against his. He peppered her face with soft, waking kisses until she finally opened her eyes, blinking up at him with a shy, morning glow.

Instead of letting her stumble toward the bathroom, Shivank scooped her up. "I'm not risking you tripping on the marble before breakfast."

He had already prepared the massive circular stone tub, filled with warm water and floating hibiscus petals. The bath was a mix of "strict" care and "cute" moments; Shivank insisted on washing her hair, his large fingers massaging her scalp with a gentleness that made her melt.

"You're pampering me too much," she giggled, splashing a bit of water at his chest.

"I'm maintaining my investment," he countered with a mock-serious "Strict CEO" face, though he caught her hand underwater and kissed her palm.

After the bath, they stood in the walk-in closet, surrounded by their designer vacation wear.

"I choose for you, and you choose for me?" Aanvi suggested, her eyes sparkling.

Shivank raised an eyebrow. "I have a reputation to maintain, Aanvi."

"Please?" She gave him her best "baby-nature" pout.

Shivank sighed, defeated. He chose a light, flowy white sundress for her that highlighted her tan and a pair of delicate sandals. Aanvi, in return, picked out a linen shirt in a soft sea-foam green and white trousers.

"You look... less scary in this color," she teased as she helped him button the shirt, her fingers fumbling slightly.

Shivank trapped her hands against his chest. "And you look like a dream. Try not to trip over your own feet today; I want to actually see the island, not just the floor of the medical center."

They headed to a secluded, "sand-floor" restaurant nestled under a canopy of palm trees. It was quiet, private, and smelled of roasting coffee and tropical fruit.

Shivank watched with a smirk as Aanvi tried to eat a mango slice with a fork, only for it to slide off and land on her chin. Before she could get embarrassed, he leaned across the table and caught the fruit with his own fork, feeding it to her.

Afterward, they took a private buggy to the island's famous "Blue Hole." Shivank didn't let her walk near the edge; he kept his arm firmly around her waist, pointing out the exotic fish.

The "Clumsy" Moment: While trying to take a selfie of them with the coral reef in the background, Aanvi’s phone started to slip. Shivank’s hand shot out like a predator’s, catching the phone inches from the water without even looking away from her.

"I've got you, Aanvi," he whispered, pulling her into a hug as the Maldivian breeze ruffled their hair. "Everything. The phone, the baby, and you. I've got it all."

Afternoon....... ....... ..

The turquoise lagoon was as smooth as glass, but for Aanvi, standing on a paddleboard felt like trying to balance on a stick of butter.

Shivank stood knee-deep in the crystal water, his muscles rippling under his sea-foam linen shirt which was now unbuttoned and damp. He held the board steady with his "hard," powerful hands.

"Just find your center, Aanvi. Don't look at your feet," he commanded, his "Strict CEO" instructional voice coming out.

"I don't have a center, Shivank-ji! I only have 'wobble'!" she squealed, her knees shaking as she tried to stand.

She managed to stand for exactly three seconds before a tiny ripple hit the board. With a dramatic "clumsy" flail of her arms, she went down—but she didn't go alone. Instinctively, she grabbed onto Shivank’s neck, dragging the "Mountain" down into the salty depths with her.

They surfaced a second later, gasping and spitting out water. Shivank’s perfectly styled hair was now a wet mess over his forehead, and Aanvi was giggling so hard she was barely buoyant.

"I told you I was a disaster!" she laughed, splashing him.

Shivank wiped the water from his eyes, looking at his drenched, laughing wife. Instead of being annoyed, he lunged forward, catching her waist underwater and pulling her flush against him. "You’re a menace to society, Aanvi," he growled, though his eyes were dancing with a rare, unbridled heat. He kissed her right there in the middle of the ocean, the taste of salt and sunshine between them.

After being thoroughly defeated by the ocean, they waddled back to the villa, dripping wet and leaving a trail of seawater on the wooden pier.

The "Strict CEO" turned into the "Careful Husband" once more. He didn't let her linger in the wet clothes; he ushered her into a quick, warm shower and then wrapped her in a plush, oversized bathrobe.

The afternoon heat was peaking, making the villa feel like a cool, shaded cocoon. They collapsed onto the massive bed, the sound of the ceiling fan and the distant waves acting as a lullaby. Shivank pulled her into his arms, her damp hair smelling of coconut shampoo, and they fell into a deep, peaceful sleep that lasted until the sky turned a deep, dusty rose.

..................... Dinner 🍽️ night 🌉.........

When Aanvi woke up, the villa had been transformed. Shivank was gone from the bed, but a stunning, backless silk dress in the color of a midnight sky was laid out for her with a note: "Put this on. Don't be clumsy with the zipper."

She stepped out onto the deck to find a candlelit table set at the very edge of the infinity pool, appearing to float over the ocean. The "Strict CEO" was waiting for her, dressed in a sharp black shirt, looking like the king of the island.

The dinner was a parade of Maldivian delicacies—grilled lobster, truffle risotto, and a dessert made of gold-leafed chocolate. They talked for hours, not about business or the Rathore legacy, but about their favorite childhood memories and their dreams for the future.

As the last of the wine was finished, the music—a soft, acoustic melody—continued to drift through the salty air. Shivank stood up and walked around the table, extending his hand to her.

"The night is far from over, Aanvi," he murmured, his voice dropping into that "hard," gravelly register that made her toes curl.

He didn't lead her to the dance floor; he led her back toward the bedroom, but stopped at the wide-open glass doors. The moon was so bright it turned the room into a silver sanctuary. He pulled her against him, his hands sliding down to the small of her back, tracing the curve of the silk dress.

"In Delhi, I am the CEO. In the boardroom, I am the Mountain," he whispered against her lips, his breath hitching as he felt her heart thudding against his chest. "But here... in this room... I am just a man who is completely, utterly consumed by you."

He lifted her easily, her silk dress rustling as he carried her toward the bed. The "long night" he had promised began with a slow, deep kiss that tasted of forever—a night where the contract was forgotten, and only the raw, intense love of two souls remained under the Maldivian stars....................

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I know it was not that good but I'll try to work better in the next chapter until then byyyy and follow for the next chapter............

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