The next two days were spent putting the Mehta Mansion back together after the big event.

While Anjali was busy helping Kajal with all the gifts and also helping Ramila and Hina pack for their trips, Aditya returned to office the next day.

All the evidence against Dhaval was handed to proper authorities. He handled the whole incident personally. He made sure the company's legal team was also aware of the situation. Dhaval was removed from the company grounds by the guards and later arrested by the police. Aditya made sure he was not able to make bail.

He called Raj and informed him also. He knew his brother-in-law had been worried about his father.

Aditya was glad his family was leaving the next day for their trips. This change will be good for all. Things should settle down by the time they all returned home.

He decided to come into office the next day, after dropping his uncle, auntie and Vishal off at the airport. His parents were leaving to go to his grandmoter's place that afternoon.

He ensured he finished all his pending urgent work and informed his staff that he would be working from home the next two days and to contact him only if there is any emergency. He settled in his office to wind up his final matters before leaving for home.

Just as he zipped up his bag, Aditya's eyes landed on the photo sitting on his desk. It was a picture of Anjali and him from two nights ago. He had bribed the photographer to get him a copy as soon as possible. The photo had arrived that morning and he had immediately placed it on his desk.

He picked up the photo and caressed Anjali's face gently. He took out his cell phone and dialed her number. It was picked up on the second ring, he heard her soft "Hello."

Aditya smiled at her anticipatory tone. "Hi sweetheart, what are you doing?"

Anjali's heart skipped a beat when she heard his term of endearment. It has the same effect every time. "Hmmm...I am cooking dinner for my busy husband. What are you doing?"

Aditya leaned forward and placed the photo, back in its place. He smiled at her willingness to play along with him. "I am finishing important pending work so that I am not disturbed for next two days." He waited to see if she got his hidden message.

Anjali leaned back against the counter. She didn't know how to answer him. They had two days to themselves...

"Anjali?"

She cleared her throat nervously, her mouth had gone dry suddenly and she could feel her heartbeat increase in anticipation. "Yes," she dragged out softly.

"If your busy husband comes home early, will you do something for him?"

Anjali inhaled sharply at his sensual tone.

"What would my busy husband want of me to do for him?" she replied shyly anticipating his request.

Aditya played with the pen on his desk, leaned back and closed his eyes. His mind flashed back to the waist chain and how it had looked against her soft, milky skin. He wanted to see her wearing it again. "Will you wear the waist chain for me please?"

Thinking back to that moment when she did wear it, Anjali couldn't say no to him when he made the request so sweetly. "How long before you can come home?"

He sat up and dropped the pen. "I am finished with all the work, I am leaving in five minutes, so I will see you in half hour."

"Okay."

Anjali ended the call. Quickly finished cleaning up and made her way up to their room. She pulled out the waist chain and stared at if for few seconds, remembering how he had presented to her and the pleasure he showed her later.

Next she pulled out a sari in his favorite color to change into. After she finished getting ready she fastened the waist chain around her waist, behind her pallu. The chiffon material of her sari made the chain look transparently visible.

She glanced in the mirror one more time to make sure everything was in place before going downstairs to wait for him.

The doorbell rang just as she was putting finishing touches on their dinner. She rushed out to answer the door. She took a deep breath before flinging open the doors. She stood back and took in the site of her handsome husband.

Aditya was delighted to see his wife in his favorite color. He took in her whole look in one glance then immediately dropped his eyes to her waist and was even more elated to see the waist chain, visible through the thin material of her sari.

He stepped in and closed the doors behind him. He slowly made his way to Anjali, who was standing still, watching him. He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply and passionately. He had wanted to savor each moment with his wife but once he saw her in his favorite color and the waist chain he was unable to hold back.

It was a long time before he gradually eased away from her, giving her soft lingering kisses before lifting his lips from hers. Still holding her closely, he lifted his hand to her face and gently caressed her cheekbone. "Do you know I have been waiting for this moment all day? I missed you so much today. How was your day?"

She leaned back, placed her hands on his shoulders, and looked up at him. "My day was fine but you look tired. Shall I bring you your tea?"

He looked down at her intently, his hands were at her waist, playing with the chain. Tea was the last thing on his mind and they both knew it but they needed to slow down. So he slowly nodded his head and released her. Sighing deeply he bent down to pick up his bag that he had dropped on the floor when he took her in his arms. "Yes, tea would be good, bring it up in the room please." He made his way towards the stairs after giving her a last lingering look.

Anjali watched as he made his way up the stairs then made her way to the kitchen to make him tea.

He was just coming out of the bathroom when Anjali entered the room with his tea. She gave it to him and immediately started putting his clothes away. He watched as she neatly separated his clothes and straightened up the room as he sipped his refreshing tea.

His eyes roamed over his wife's figure remembering every curve and the softness of her skin. His eyes rested on her waist where the chain was draped and his mind flashed back to the first time they made love. The chain will always remind them of the sweet memories of that night.

He put the cup on the table and made his way towards his wife. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her back against his chest. He nuzzled her neck and moved his hands under her pallu to play with the chain. "You didn't tell me if you missed me or not," he said gently biting her neck and sucking on the skin to give her a love bite.

Anjali gasped when he bit her neck and automatically placed her hands on his arms. She arched her neck to give him better access. His hands and mouth were playing havoc on her senses and she forgot to answer him.

Aditya turned her in his arms and gave her several kisses on her face and neck before looking at her. She opened her eyes to see him watching her intimately. "Did you miss me?"

She lifted up on her toes to whisper in his ear. "More than you missed me." He tightened his arms around to her to hug her.

Anjali pulled back and looked up at him. "Dinner is ready, are you hungry?"

"Yes, but not for food," he chuckled when she flushed. "Fine, food first, then'." He winked at her and led her down to the dining room with his arm around her waist.

Their intimacy continued through dinner. Aditya had her serve dinner in one plate and fed her the first bite. His finger lingering at her lips few extra seconds. Anjali reciprocated the gesture by feeding him the next bite.

They lingered over the meal, feeding each other, exchanging intimate gestures in between, hinting at things to come later in the night.

He insisted on helping her clean up, stating he wanted to make most of their alone time together.

Anjali made him step aside while she did the dishes. She felt his arms go around her just as she was washing the last dish. He moved her hair aside and gave her a lingering kiss on her neck. His hand strayed down to her waist, under her sari to play with the waist chain.

"Aditya..." She mumbled breathlessly. Her voice trailed off when his other hand moved up to unhook the front clasp of her blouse, making her forget what she was about to say. She was instantly pulled into his passionate embrace, forgetting that she is still holding the lone dish under the running water.

Aditya continued teasing her senses with kisses along her neck and running his pointer finger under her right breast caressing the curve. He reached out with his other hand, took the dish out of her hand to place aside and turned off the water.

He entwined his hand with Anjali's and placed it on her flat stomach under her pallu.

Anjali gasped when she felt her own wet, cool hand on her warm skin. A slow fire built within her and she wanted more but couldn't be bold enough to guide his hand where she wanted it most. In the next second he released her hand and slowly moved it up under her blouse to place it on right breast making her catch her breath. He continued to rain kisses on her neck and shoulder while caressing and kneading the soft flesh under his hand making her moan.

He turned her so she was facing him with her back against the sink. He kept one arm around her and cupped her face with other. He leaned down and gently kissed her lips lightly.

He lifted his head and stared down at her for a long moment before taking her hand and walking towards the door. They stopped at the door to turn off the lights.

They went out in the hall, he let go of her hand reluctantly so she could go around to check doors and turn off all the lights on the first floor. He helped her to turn the lights off he then waited for her by the temple.

Anjali dimmed the lights then turned towards Aditya. His eyes had followed her every move, even as she looked at him now, his eyes were on her, shining with love and desire.

She had lost all hope of ever seeing this look in his eyes, of Aditya ever liking her let alone loving her. All her dreams had come true just few weeks ago when he declared his love for her. At times she still pinched herself to be sure she wasn't dreaming.

She knew he was expecting her to go to him but she decided to tease him a little. Instead of going to him she turned and started walking towards the stairs, giving him a sultry look over her shoulder.

Aditya stood up straighter at his wife's teasing look, he raised an eyebrow and took a determined step towards her.

She increased her pace to try to make it up the stairs before he caught her but he was too fast for her. He caught her at the first step. He turned her around so that her back was to the rail and placed his arms on the rail, trapping her between his arms. "Are you running away from me?"

Anjali put her arms around his neck, brought her face closer to him. "May be I was just trying to make you chase me." She gave him a flirty smile.

He put his arms around her waist to bring her close to his body. "Hmmm...now that you are caught, how do you plan to get free?"

She lifted up on her toes and kissed his jaw, his chin and then his cheek. "Who says I want get free?" She kissed his other cheek.

Aditya inhaled sharply when he felt her hand on his chest, caressing gently. "In that case.." he caught her hand and started walking up the steps, stopping every few steps to exchange a deep kiss.

By the time they made it to their room they were both breathing heavily. He released her and went to the hidden stereo system to start soft music. He went back to Anjali, took her in his arms and swayed to the music.

The music was soft and melodious, just right to dance a slow, sensual dance, making them even more aware of each other.

Anjali rested her head on Aditya's chest, closed her eyes and became lost in the sound of music and his galloping heartbeat. After a while she felt him remove her pallu from her shoulder, then the pleats at her waist, he turned her in circle to remove the sari completely.

Aditya stepped back a step to remove his grey kurta. He kept her back to his chest, still moving slowly to the music. He circled her waist tracing the chain from both sides to her middle. He drew a pattern around her naval with his fingers before reaching for the tie on her skirt and pulling it to loosen the skirt. He continued to assault her senses with his hands at her waist and his mouth at her neck.

He took her hands and placed them around his neck, making her head fall back on his chest. He moved his hands to the front clasp of her blouse, undoing them, one by one.

He skimmed his hands over her breasts while moving the blouse out of the way, making Anjali's breath hitch in anticipation of his touch. To her disappointment he left her breasts to soon and once again moved to her waist. She felt him push her skirt down her legs, then lift her and push her against the wall in one swift move.

She opened her eyes and realized they hadn't been too far in the room. Aditya moved her slightly to remove her blouse and throw it on the floor. He bent to kiss her shoulder, her neck and then move up to take her lips.

He lifted her off the floor without breaking the kiss. He felt her wrap her legs around his waist, bringing him closer to her center, making his body harden even more to their closeness.

Aditya turned and carried her to bed, he placed her on the bed. She opened her eyes and watched as he undressed completely. She shivered as her body reacted compulsively to the sight of his.

He came down on top her, kissed her forehead, and her eyelids, before placing his lips on her already swollen lips, he moved down to her throat placing several open mouthed kisses, making her tighten her hand on his shoulders.

She arched herself against him, a soft sound of happiness purring in her throat as she smoothed her hands down his back and licked explicatively at the satin hardness of his shoulders. The way he reacted, the way he tensed and told her roughly what she was doing to him, how she was making him feel, only incited her to go on stroking, kissing, licking, biting until he groaned out loud.

He grabbed hold of her, kissing her throat, her shoulders, her arm then her breast with such intensity that she went boneless and supine. Her heart jerking almost painfully hard inside her while her body was filled with so much need, so much pleasure and so many sensations. He pleasured her with his hands and mouth until she cried out her climax.

Anjali opened her eyes to see Aditya staring down at her lovingly. She blinked back tears at the look, realizing how much controlled it must have taken on his part to see to her pleasure before giving into his own.

She cupped his face to bring it down to her own then kissed him on the lips, wanting to show him, she too can pleasure him, and with the same pleasure he showed her. He quickly took over the kiss, penetrating her mouth deeply.

When he entered her, she welcomed the controlled, almost gentle thrust of his body with such wild abandon and eagerness that she overrode his control, destroying it completely.

When he couldn't stand it any longer he moved within her so powerfully, so deeply that she cried out in shock at the intensity of her own pleasure. The fierce rigors of her climax were so unexpected, so unknown that she was completely unprepared for their violently physical effects and for the draining weakness that engulfed her.

Later, fulfilled and drowsy, curled up next to him, when he touched her mouth with his fingertip and asked her if she was all right, she turned towards him and smiled. "I am fine, how about you?" She gave him a knowing look.

He cuddled her closer to him. "I couldn't be any better." He gave her a quick kiss then pulled back to look down at her. "I love you so much."

Anjali caressed the corner of his lip and softly whispered the words back to him. "I love you too." She placed her head back on his chest and drifted off to sleep.

Aditya pulled her closer to him and listened to her even breathing for few more moment, before he too drifted off to sleep, holding her close to his heart.