Chapter 09 – Only One Room

|| 09. PAIZE 1 ♥ ||

Jojo assuredly confirmed “No worries Miss Mohana, I will ask Omar right away”

“Why him?!” Mohana blurted, her frantic eyes jumping to their connecting door to watch out for his emergence incase it would happen by the mere mention of his name

Looking back and forth between the door and her boss, Jojo offered “He’s an award winning world famous fashion designer”

“That yeah but how can I.. uh have him make me.. that! that entire thing! It would take a lot of time and he would need to be doing other things” Mohana objected, even the reminder of his touch made the butterflies in her tummy flutter incessantly

Jojo gave her a thoughtful nod “Yes, ya! But Miss Mohana nothing can be more important in this entire world than my boss! You are our editor-in-chief of Sophista, imagine it’s you that he will be dressing!”

Mohana threw a hand over her eyes at the mere imagination from those words. Wrapping an arm around her waist wishing for the twitching ruckus inside her to dissipate, she tried “Uh yah but perhaps we think of someone else, is there a chance anyone in Salm’s team would know how to tie this?”

Jojo considerably offered “Very likely, Salm is our designer and the team is exceptional. But they left for a short hike this AM to the mountain range and likely won’t be back until breakfast. In the meanwhile I can ask Omar for a recommendation from his team?”

“No. No. Not him. Can I not wear something else? Why do I have to wear such a complicated outfit anyways” Mohana requested, dismissing another shiver

“Because Miss Mohana this is made from one of the most unique and intricately woven fabrics from Sarrata. It would serve wonderfully for you to wear this for the deep dive with Tyr and Sonya. You’ll look so sexy! It will enhance your skin color and go so well with your blonde hair, look at this on the mannequin” flipping her digital screen Jojo showed a display figure dressed in the impeccable outfit

Studying the lay out carefully Mohana concluded “Got it. Okay. Essentially it needs to get bunched at the waist and then I need to get that other end on my shoulder but how do we know how much to bunch?”

“Maybe it has markings?” saying Jojo expectantly looked at the fabric, when not finding any hints she thoughtfully looked up at her boss “Miss Mohana, how about Omar’s personal assistant? Maybe Indigo knows how to tie a saree? It will be faster than waiting for our team to return”

“Maybe yeah, but how will we justify seeing someone else’s staff without the knowledge of their uh entire team and uhm boss?” apprehensive at the idea Mohana arranged the saree anxiously

Uncovering the cropped top from it’s protective packing, Jojo thoughtfully declared “Ya definitely. Omar would not be happy to miss out on the opportunity to dress you up himself, hmm so..”

Given his disregard of her at the balcony and eagerness to get his jacket back, Mohana knew the words were very much untrue, yet her face remained blushed at his mention

Jojo brightly smiled at the idea “..How about this? We don’t have to see anyone! We can learn everything there is to it on the connect itself! I’ll talk so it’s not like Indigo is talking to you and then Omar won’t feel left out, but we can sort out this whole thing”

“But it’s Indigo? I can’t have you go through that interaction after your taxing plane ride” Mohana said interpreting Jojo’s dislike for Omar Shaan’s assistant

“It’s only for this, Miss Mohana and if our rooms are connected there’s hardly much escape anyways” Jojo heaved a sigh

“Why are all these rooms connected?! Mine’s connected too” Mohana helplessly pointed in the direction of the door at the far end of the bedroom

“I thought, that’s the door to your washroom” Jojo frowned

Running nervous fingers through her hair Mohana mumbled “I had thought so too”

Discussing connected doors and the messy layout of the hotel, the women tackled the ensemble alongside. On the connect with Jojo, Indigo seemed fastidiously knowledgeable about tying the material into an artfully decked saree.

The rich fabric got effectively wrapped all along Mohana, enhancing her delectable curves. Several pleats were bound around her midriff giving only a shy glimpse of her belly button. Draping the fabric from across the cropped top, Jojo used an almost invisible golden brooch to secure the glittery edge of the saree on the thin shoulder strap of the top. From the back swaying along Mohana’s length the tasseled end of the saree almost reached to her ankles.

To wrap the ensemble Jojo formed a large bow from the ribbon, fastening on the back of her cropped top. Tying Mohana’s golden hair in a smooth french knot, she let the decorative red-pink fabric bow loops with their loose ends remain the only focal point on her creamy back. Admiring her boss with excitement Jojo complimented “Miss Mohana no one can be more beautiful than you!”

“Except you, Ceria, Leya, Madam Gallaghair..” Mohana happily iterated

“Yes Miss Mohana..” chuckling with her boss, Jojo lovingly declared “..and everyone in your list will agree that this saree is looking very pretty on my boss”

“This is all because of you and Indigo! But now that we are done here, let’s get these connected rooms changed!” Mohana ardently declared

Claiming equal fervor Jojo affirmed “Yes Miss Mohana! If they don’t have availability I’ll get us another hotel altogether”


Arriving at the welcome area of the hotel, Mohana and Jojo were greeted by the staff. A man of average height with inked tattoos visible all over his neck came ahead to receive them

“Good morning ma’am” gesturing them to chairs he hungrily looked at Jojo’s halter neck short dress when his eyes caught Mohana’s shapely back through the exquisite red-pink drape breezing lightly. He ran his tongue on the lower lip lewdly gazing at the satiny smooth skin left exposed by the saree cropped top. Ignoring the fabric bow in his way his vile eyes traveled lower to the delectable curve of her waist.

Jojo leaned to whisper to Mohana “Unfortunately another halfwit idiot, I feel bad for the tattoos”

“Ya, tattoos are definitely wasted on such a nincompoop” Mohana shared her agreement noting the antics of the hotel associate. Her uncoordinated heart remained busy cherishing the apparent nerve wrecking moments she had spent with a certain handsome celebrity. Amidst his warm memories the reminder of Twinkle made her growl inwardly. She puckered her lips anxiously for their room that he had decided to share, then undertaken efforts to not get Mohana seen by the other woman.

Her cheeks blushed a shade of crimson thinking about being carried through their connected rooms. Denying herself the reminder of his touch, she instead thought back to their shared door. Turning a tassel on the loose end of the saree Mohana adamantly emphasized to herself that it had been their room: considering it was connected, she did not wish to accept an argument around it, even if her attorney title was amiss at this time.

For someone who did not want any association with her, going as far to clear doubts of an airport attendant, Mohana was convinced her upcoming effort was a much larger favor for the heart throb celebrity himself. From forcibly sharing the same airplane in the storm to their common lounge, then landing in the same hotel to a neighboring balcony, she affirmed that Omar Shaan would feel more relieved without her presence, specifically in dis-connected rooms.

Walking over to his desk, the attendant’s gaze indecently raked over both Jojo and Mohana. Overtly smiling at them he checked “Hope you sexy ladies had a nice night! How can I be of help to you”

Mohana gave the man her schooled smile. His composure eased misreading the gesture. Feeling over confident the associate leaned back on his chair spreading his legs wide. Disgusted at having to deal with such a crude associate, the only solace Mohana hoped was to drive to her eventual plan of escaping that one magnificent celebrity. The strong and warmth filled muscular glory she found everywhere.

“Forward my staff the layout of this entire hotel and it’s two sister properties..” listening to her strict tone the associate straightened in his chair “..All rooms, all floors with each of the specifics included for the view, room connectivities, most current availability..”

“I can show you, all the specifics, all of them..” the man interrupted his large hand disappearing under the table to adjust his trousers “..I am available right now, I will give you a personal tour”

|| 09. PAIZE 2 ♥ ||

The chill escaping her, made Mohana sourly accept the absence of an exceptionally warm jacket. One that had been almost all hers for an entire twenty four hours. Regretting her decision to return it, to it’s rightful owner, she fretted considering the possibilities of who would likely get to touch his jacket next: Twinkle, Dibella or another name by this time. Upset she threw her leg on top of the other, setting the rich saree fabric absentmindedly.

She begrudgingly looked at the hotel associate ahead. Bored at his cheap display Mohana dictated “Written information including the complete plan that will digitally get sent to my staff”

The associate decided to lean forward on the desk with a sleazy smile on his face. His distasteful eyes measuring her long ivory neck. Checking the shapely curve of her breasts dressed in the cropped top with an overlay of the pink-red saree he offered “Ma’am all I need is one chance to show you what I can offer and I guarantee that you’ll forget all your other experiences”

“Really?” the enquiring velvety rich voice from behind Mohana took everyone by surprise

Her chest heaved hearing Omar Shaan, almost feeling being caught red handed for running away from him. Mohana shyly curled the end of the saree around her dainty fingers.

The associate ahead of them straightened in his chair, his hand freezing over the raise of his trousers. Glancing at the tall Omar towering behind Mohana’s cushioned chair, the associate vigorously shook his head “No, no, no! I did not know ma’am and you erm err not at all sir! That’s not what I meant! Not at all..” the man spewed one negation after another, shaking his head to override his sleazy actions from earlier

Paying no heed to the associate’s words, leaning besides Mohana, Omar eased the tasseled end of the saree from her hold. Entangling their fingers in her lap, he whispered “Hey”

Finding his overpowering presence besides her, the welcome area, the noise, the commotion of guests all dissipated into nothingness for Mohana. Mesmerized by his sparkling depths she stared into them for nothing else seemed to matter. His whisper “Anyone dared to bother you?” made her blink

Nervously gulping she tried “I..” then halted lured by his extreme closeness. Breathlessly gathering her plan of action she attempted to ignore her bouncing heart and the fluttering of butterflies. She tried to form careful words again “I was managing him”

“Sure” maintaining hold of her hand Omar turned to speak in a low tone to Jojo “Sarrata is on the connect confirming details with Indigo, they want to talk to you”

“But Omar, he’s a jerk” Jojo complained in a whisper hinting her eyes at the shady hotel associate who continued to expel a speech negating his intentions

Omar assured “I’m with her”

Glancing at his muscular hand entwined with Mohana’s dainty fingers, Jojo gave Omar a trusting nod. Bending sideways she whispered to her boss “Ma’am, I’ll take the connect with Sarrata?”

“Ya go ahead” Mohana gave her an acknowledging smile

Exchanging a glance with Jojo, leaving her chair empty, Omar took the space on Mohana’s other side. The associate talking through his endless words to appeal to designer celebrity was saying “..I wanted to make ma’am happy with..”

“You wanted to make ma’am happy?” Omar interrupted him in a threatening undertone

Listening to his voice Mohana looked up to find his black spheres zoned in on her. Despite from what she had picked of his words, his expressions showed nothing on the surface. Leaning back in his chair he tenderly caressed her fingers whispering “Hm?”

“Mhm” mumbling a tiny refusal she looked at the red-pink saree tassels that lay unattended on her lap. In an attempt to banish the widespread butterflies storming in her tummy, Mohana tugged to free her hand from his hold. But this time his grip remained relentless.

Looking at their exchange, the associate eased his sweaty shirt collar “Sir, no, no, I meant our services. Happy with our services! err because I didn’t know. I had no clue when ma’am came.. but I will do anything for your pleasure. You are my premium client Sir, I will personally arrange world class services to your honeymoon suite and beyo..” at that mention pain engulfed Mohana

Her heart skipped a beat then another. A cold shudder ran through her core making her heart sink to a pit of darkness. Omar Shaan was on his honeymoon. Trembling at the rush of chilling panic she haphazardly tried to recollect a warmth filled happy memory, but only one coherent thought remained: the man who owned her dreams had decided to belong to someone else. The convulsing waves of freezing shiver made her involuntarily clutch at his large warm hand.

“I’m here” his whisper made her longingly look at him. Urgently leaning towards Mohana, Omar reduced the inches between them. Firming his hold, he entangled her arm with his, moving their locked hands on his leg.

His assuring words seeped inside her shriveling heart offering a twig of hope. Consciously inhaling a broken breath Mohana rapidly blinked her glassy silver eyes. Dismissing the sparks of cold tremors she reminded herself for she knew better than to believe in her dreams: Omar Shaan was a highly applauded celebrity, he was not here to stay, he would leave nonetheless.

Wavering her gaze from fixedly staring at him, Mohana glanced at their clasped hands. The obvious dots connected in her mind: he had been waiting for someone last night, his gentle voice on the connect, his need for privacy with the call, he hadn’t wanted Mohana seen in his room. Her heart craved for his warmth, her fingers refusing to untangle them from his hold but her head demanded her to be wise.

Adamantly urging herself to remember that work was her only reality she eased her grip on him. Tugging to slip her fingers out of his hold Mohana disregarded the suffering surfacing in her heart. In a tone that sounded unaffected to the dread twisting her from inside, she smoothly commanded the lewd associate “Get the report delivered before my team wraps breakfast”

Wiping sweat beads from his forehead the associate tried “Ma’am had I known you and Omar sir were together I won’t have even dared to look..” catching the hard glare in Omar’s eyes, the associate halted adding quickly “..I mean I apologize to you and sir for..”

“Verbal apologies don’t suffice, feel free to send a written one to my staff. It should come handy when all your services get uncovered” saying Mohana straightened from the chair, but slipping his arm around her waist Omar halted her in place

The pink-red saree covering her creamy waist dedicatedly moulded itself above his muscular fingers. Splayed possessively at the curve of her waist, his hand induced her with much needed warmth. Regardless of her heart painfully suffocating her, the butterflies in her tummy eagerly aligned themselves around his touch.

Eagerly giving her his attention, the sleazy associate spun another excuse “But ma’am I’m feeling sick since morning, sir please have your wife consider my situation..”

Mohana uncertainly blinked at the reference ‘your wife’. Her troubled heart got hit with another standstill not sure what her magnificently attractive celebrity would say this time to put the lewd man right. Awaiting a replay of his words from the airport when he had ensured to clarify the confectionary stranger ‘we are not married’ stung Mohana’s heart.

Shifting in his embrace she tried to tell herself that he was on his honeymoon and there would only ever be Sophista between them but it all went in vain. Neither the butterflies decided to stop fluttering at his touch, nor did her heart halt from banging painfully in her chest.

Sitting close, his hand possessively holding her to himself, Omar and Mohana made an extremely attractive couple. Passing by hotel staff and guests glanced at the famous celebrity couple, some envious of their good looks, affluent style, while others curious. From another welcome hub, a guest couple excitedly tried to take a picture when the hotel staff intervened to stop them citing privacy practices.

In their welcome space, ignoring the foul associate, Omar spoke to Mohana “Do you want the layout and availability report from him or anyone else will do too?”

Her chest agitatedly heaved awaiting his remark to the associate, for the misunderstanding of considering them husband and wife. Betraying her own distress, the butterflies seemed to caress his fingers in return causing a quiver run within her. Shaking her head ever so lightly, she mumbled “I can’t care”

|| 09. PAIZE 3 ♥ ||

Tugging her closer Omar playfully whispered “And did you care to have another early breakfast this morning without me?” His thumb left feathering touches on Mohana’s small waist making her butterflies crazily follow the back and forth pattern

“Noh..” she managed a whisper, tentatively adding “..I’ll have it. now. I am done here”

Mohana shifted aiming to increase the distance between them. She considered escaping was far easier than hearing him rectify to the sleazy associate that, she wasn’t his. Her heart writhed in pain despite the resolute knowledge that it could never have been her in that honeymoon suite that belonged to Omar Shaan.

Omar’s hold remained unmoved on her waist, turning her fingers in his other hand he whispered “Can’t be done if am here, he said we are together”

She almost choked at their reality that had come unfolding today “But you’ll.. manage him?”

His arm tightened around her frame securing her closer “I will”

Playing with Mohana’s hand on his thigh Omar looked past the lewd associate. From the far direction of the welcome space, gathering his signal, a woman rushed towards them. Approaching the celebrity couple she politely greeted “Good morning, Omar Sir, Ma’am”

Exchanging her wish Omar shared “Rosafina, it seems Tate is feeling unwell, I suggest we give him some sick time off”

“Yes sir, no sir, but I will do anything for ma’am! err and you! I mean both of you. together” the associate Tate hastily responded. He stressfully eased the collar button on his shirt, worriedly looking at the senior hotel leader Rosafina besides him

Casually leaning back Omar addressed the associate “We would hardly want to bother you when you are feeling under the weather. Rosafina, get me the report showcasing the layout of this hotel and two sister properties for all the rooms with their specifics and availability right away”. Mohana consciously shifted besides him, surprised that he had captured her entire request for the report

“Yes Omar Sir, I will dispatch it to you shortly..” Rosafina confidently addressed “..I’ll also handle the formalities we have discussed and share an update”

“Very well” Omar acknowledged the senior staff member

“It was a pleasure meeting you and your wife” with a nod in his direction the woman wished them, taking her leave

The words ‘your wife’ diverted Mohana from interpreting the pattern her butterflies were creating under his touch. Straightening them from the chair Omar huskily checked “Let’s get you something warm to eat?”

“Yah” she croaked a whisper, hoping she could disappear in thin air before any other words could be exchanged where her lack of belonging to Omar Shaan would be explained

Seeing Rosafina leave without confronting Tate on his lax, the associate quickly fell at ease. Coming to block their way, his lusty eyes greedily ran over Mohana’s figure clad in the intricate saree. Fear only crossed his face when his eyes found Omar’s hand at her waist subtly hidden behind the overlay of the pink fabric.

Awkwardly adjusting his trousers Tate looked at Omar “Sir, give me one last chance, I didn’t know ma’am was with you. Sir, I want to make your wife happy and you also”

“We can discuss this in my suite, say in thirty minutes” Omar offhandedly spoke to the man

Comforted at Omar’s permission Tate let his lusty gaze wander to Mohana again “Yes sir, if you will allow I’ll also arrange flowers for ma’am. I will get a big bouquet of very beautiful roses”

“Sure” saying Omar stepped ahead with Mohana

Guiding her from the welcome space making their way through the hallways Omar led them in the elevator. The commotion and chatter completely disappeared upon the thick doors trapping them together in the boxed space. Clutching onto the tassels of the swaying end of her saree, Mohana anxiously fidgeted with a plump tuft.

Omar spoke to her lowered eyes “I’ll need to head back to the suite”

In response she gave him a breathless nod. The cluster of threads received another aimless turn and twist while she blinked her eyes to resist the outpour of her excruciating pain

“We’re not talking?” huskily whispering he tugged her closer. The persistent butterflies tickled her tummy, feeling his radiating warmth even more closer. Another nod of acknowledgement followed from Mohana, her silver eyes swimming with unshed tears

Gently smoothing his thumb on the curve of her waist Omar checked “But you’ll have Jojo make a note of everything you eat before leaving for Sarrata?”

A slight move of her head affirmed his command. Enchanted with his warming presence her face blushing deeply, Mohana remained unsure of his ask. The realization that he was on his honeymoon seemed to be the only reality harshly running through her heart.

The doors to their elevators opened at the skyway to a group of people admiring the beach through the tall glass windows. “Omar Shaan!” from besides the railing, a woman screeched her recognition seeing him step out of the enclosure. Many curious eyes that followed the famous fashion designer celebrity flew attentively in his direction. Ignoring the whispers from the crowd, Omar kept his hold firm on Mohana, guiding her towards the elevated walkover.

“Omar! Omar! Omar Shaan! Can we get pictures with you?” dragging a young child a woman appeared ahead of them

Smiling at the woman, Omar humorously claimed “I don’t think I’m allowed to give pictures this morning”

The crowd chuckled with him, looking at the beautiful woman he held in his embrace. Inquisitive eyes looked at the decadent saree that curved meticulously along her figure. Her golden hair tied in the french knot left the expanse of her back to showcase a delicately tied bow. The crowd whispered to each other noting how his muscular arm below the ribbons was possessively wrapped around her waist.

Another woman came rushing ahead of them “We can convince your girl friend, she can’t say no to your fans and followers!”. Lowering the neck of her top, the rowdy woman insisted Mohana “Ask him to autograph me! He is so sexy, I want him inscribed on my heart! Am such a big fan of him!”

The crowd looked at the woman with distaste. They waited anxiously to see the reaction of Omar’s beautiful companion Mohana who confidently faced the misbehaving fan.

Unconsciously shifting closer to Omar, her forefinger hooked itself curling on the belt loop of his jeans. Taken aback by the woman awkwardly displaying her breasts amongst the gathering crowd, Mohana mumbled a mere whisper “Hm?”

“Am guessing my permission to give autographs will soon be withdrawn as well..” Omar lightly chuckled making the crowd laugh along “..though I’d have been happy to oblige today if my hands were free”. Swiftly carrying Mohana in his arms Omar took her by surprise. Her silver spheres shot to his dark black shimmering orbs while the crowd started clapping and loudly hooting in the couple’s favor.

Inching closer to her, Omar whispered “Hm?” but Mohana barely shook her head in response. Her shy eyes swooped lower obediently partnering with her thudding heart. But her stubborn butterflies followed their own agenda aligning themselves along his warm hand on her waist covered under the rich saree fabric

At Omar’s move an older gentleman from besides his wife chortled loudly to the rude fan “Next time get a paper for your autograph! That’s a smart young man, the kind whom I’d marry my daughter to”

Turning around with Mohana in his arms, Omar gave the older man a nod of acknowledgement, making the crowd holler louder for their celebrity and the charming woman he carried.

Making his way through the elevated skywalk, leaving the cheering crowd behind Omar murmured to the beautiful woman in his arms “Now we’re talking?”

Out of the earshot of others, Mohana managed a whisper “Noh” restlessly shifting in his arms

Tugging her towards himself, he had them enter a large conference room checking “Why?”

“Because.. we can’t.. this ..all of this” she breathlessly mumbled, her heaving breasts brushing along his steel chest

Stepping through the connected room with long columnar windows opening towards the beach, Omar halted them besides an office desk. His arms eased around Mohana letting her sandaled feet touch the carpeted floor. She hurriedly attempted to put distance between them but his hand on her wrist halted her

Omar demanded in a whisper “Say you’ll miss me”

|| 09. PAIZE 4 ♥ ||

His words pierced through her heart. Omar Shaan being married changed a worldly reality but no matter whoever he belonged to, in her own whimsical thoughts he would always stay hers.

Quivering in despair Mohana threw herself on his chest, managing a breathless muffle “Can’t! ‘lways have m’dreams”

“You share breakfast with that scripted jerk?” Omar growled. Wrapping Mohana in his embrace he bound her to his strength

The relentless butterflies not appearing to be in sync with her pain created a frenzy around his touch on her bare waist. Merely leaning backwards, Mohana searchingly looked at his dark orbs, complaining “You can’t care! You can’t..” when a tear slid through

“Since when have we formed this idea?” stroking the huge drop off her cheek his arm tightened around her frame

Helplessly resting her face on his strong chest, she let tears of anguish roll down her blushing face. She managed to relay her pent up hurt of being caught surprised about his honeymoon “But we did the interview?”

“When you didn’t tell me Soren was going to be there after our exposé meeting?” the grumble in his voice made her tummy frantically turn, yet feeling his tender caresses smoothing her cheeks, she shifted closer

Weakly gripping on his tshirt through a series of sobs, she expressed her distress “It’s not about him. It’s you. It’s all because of you. You didn’t tell me! He’s not the one in a.. in a..” her heart unable to say the word honeymoon improvised it instead “..stupid suite at a stupid hotel. I will change my room. I won’t even have to see you. But I am never going to change my dreams. They are mine!”

“We’re anyways leaving tonight” his growling declaration came with whisper touches on her cheeks. His thumb adamantly stroking away her grief filled salty streams

Her shattered heart ruefully internalized the reality of his words. Omar Shaan was a celebrity. He was a heartthrob for the world and his heart belonged to whoever he had chosen to be with on a honeymoon. He could leave whenever he wanted.

Pushing on his chest Mohana stepped back from his embrace rigidly reminding herself: They had nothing between them except Sophista. Her own dreams were just that, only hers. On a troubled sob she blinked her eyes rapidly to force her tears to come to a halt. Gulping for air, she chanted to herself “It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Nothing matters”

Further increasing the inches between them, she dejectedly looked outside the windows. Managing a rueful smile she coarsely informed “Sophista is the only thing between us, as it always was and always wi..” her words halted getting smashed against Omar

“Says who? Soren Rick?” Omar growled gripping her captive against himself. His black onyx eyes stared hard into her silver shimmering spheres urging her for a response

Dark long lashes wet with tears blinked in confusion “Noh. Me? Because we can’t do this? Nothing ever happened and as you say our secrets are safe together. I won’t tell anyone about it”

“That scripted movie jerk doesn’t know about us being in a honeymoon suite?” Omar growled his grip on her upper arms deepening

Anger raised through Mohana listening to his doubtful judgement of her profession that she held at the highest laurel. She bit through her words “Sophista doesn’t print what doesn’t need to be printed! Why would I tell your secret to him or anyone else!”

“Our honeymoon suite. The one that you decided to get changed this morning from that halfwit, for a reason that wasn’t Soren?” Omar gritted keeping Mohana bound against him

Contradicting the anger coursing through his words, Mohana welcomed his firm hold on her. She gulped at her own reaction considering his desired affect could not be meant for her to cherish his move. In an attempt to dismiss the affect he had on her, she blinked her thoughts away to clarify she wasn’t a tattletale “Why would I do that? I went there to get my room changed because Soren and uh uhm. But. I am a journalist. I won’t tell him anything about what’s happening with the world”

Easing the grip on her arms Omar slipped his arm across her waist “Because I am your world?”

“Ya. No. Not. No. uhm the world. it’s the world. the one that I cover as part of my profession. Which does not involve talking about others to anyone” Mohana shifted in his embrace, nervous at her tummy bursting with another swarm of butterflies that were adamant in following his each move against her skin.

Holding her rigidly captive he checked “What does talking to that scripted jerk involve that you had to get your room, from our suite changed?”

“How does he even matter? He and I.. it doesn’t depend on the room! We can uhm it can happen anywhere which is beyond the point because I didn’t talk to him about..” as the words completely sifted through her, she blinked before tentatively voicing “ room from..?”

“Our suite” Omar offered. His thumb roved along the curve of her waist making her breathlessly move in his arms.

“That.. huh..” Mohana halted yet again from saying honeymoon aloud “..that suite cannot be mine! You were going to correct the associate like the airport woman”

“We decided on managing him. There’s hardly anything to be corrected when we are in their penthouse honeymoon suite” he offhandedly provided, his gentle strokes acquiring much desired attention from her butterflies that couldn’t stop fluttering from one sway of his touch to another

Gulping hastily Mohana blinked her eyes that swam with tears of relief. She croaked “We?”

“We, you and I” he assured looking deeply into her glassy eyes, her heart banged loudly confirming confidence in the beholder of that voice

She croaked in a hopeful sputter of words “We are?”

“We are” he confirmed pulling her closer

Her heart fluttered at his favorable words. Wanting to believe his words in contradiction of the fearful thoughts that had had her torn, Mohana inhaled a much awaited breath. For her writhing heart she sought hesitant affirmation “Because your room is only mine? Given that they are connected?”

“The entire honeymoon suite is only yours” his reassurance comforted her entirety except the dancing of her butterflies that ran on their own apparent agenda

For all the agony he had caused her, Mohana indignantly demanded “If it’s mine then why don’t I know! for all of this time! And I went through all of that! I don’t even like those thorny things you asked that halfwit to bring to our suite”

“I didn’t ask him, he wants to garner attention from you by bringing those..” Omar grumbled in return “..either ways he’s going on a very long sick leave. Why would we care on what anyone offers to bring to our suite”

“Ya” she nodded thoughtfully in agreement then scowling at all the perturbation her heart had suffered since, she demanded “But why are we in that stupid suite if you’re not all of that?!”

Tracing a golden lock of hair framing her face Omar offered “For all I care we could be practicing in being one”

“Why would I need practice! I don’t need to go to stupid hotels for whatever because am not even..” she halted consciously then checked “..Why didn’t you tell them we are not.. that?!”

“I told the woman at the airport we’re not that and you left me all by myself taking the box of chocolates with you. Why would I risk it again” Omar lightly shrugged under her palms

She incredulously looked at the majestic man who stood embracing her. Her blaming eyes glared hard at him for revenging a box of chocolates. Upset, he had made her go through the entirety of such immense pain and upheaval she tried to shift within his arms claiming “Am hungry!”

Not easing his hold this time, Omar checked instead “Did you eat all of those chocolates or will I get a share?”

She growled wanting a comeback for all the heart ache she had suffered. The man who didn’t want association with her had let her woefully think he was on a honeymoon. Bracing herself Mohana smoothly claimed “I’ll share them with Soren! He married a journalist in Desperation, he would enjoy them more”

“We’ll have to see after tonight” Omar declared his sparkling orbs staring into hers

A small frown appeared on her forehead “Because you’ll leave?”

“We’ll leave. We. You and I” leaning closer Omar whispered, making her goosebumps join the tornado in tandem with her butterflies

Brushing away the chaos at play within her, Mohana enforced “Ya.. the.. the suite! I want only one room! Single not with all those connections”

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