His Obsession

Chapter16;RomanticGetaway

Mishti awakens from the throbbing pain in between her legs, she looks around at the unfamiliar surroundings and relaxes when she sees her hot husband snoring beside her. Mishti tries to get out of bed but falls to the ground with a loud thud immediately awakening Shivaan, who rushes to help his petite wife to her feet. Mishti groans, “This is all your fault you beast.” Shivaan smirks, “That means I did the job right darling.” Mishti punches Shivaan’s chest with her tiny fists. Shivaan carries his Angelic wife in his bulky, well-stacked arms to the restroom. Once Mishti is done with her morning routine, she returns to the bedroom. She frowns in confusion at the suitcases when she hears Shivaan chuckling. “Oh, my Babygal looks adorable, wondering where she is. Surprise my Love, we are in Italy.” Mishti squeals with excitement and pounces on her husband. “Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, my Khudoos Husband.” Shivaan twirls Mishti around before gently placing her on the bed. “Well, my dear wifey, I can’t take all the credit, I had a little help from my dear little sister. She told me how much you love Italian food, Italian people and the beautiful scenery.” Mishti grinned like a 2-year-old that’s just gotten her favorite candy. Shivaan is amused by his sweet wife’s childlike behavior. He leans forward and gently pecks her soft lips. The kiss soon turns into a hot, passionate make-out session. Mishti moaned loudly when she felt Shivaan’s rigid rod-like member enter her tight lady bits, giving her no time to adjust to his huge size, he began pounding into her. After her third o****m, she finally heard her beastly husband groan with pleasure when he reached his peak and emptied his warm essence into her. The couple were left breathless. Shivaan rested his forehead against Mishti’s. “You are so intoxicating, like a drug to me baby.” Mishti giggled and ran her fingers down her sexy husband’s stubbled cheek. Shivaan placed a soft kiss on Mishti’s forehead. “Babygal let’s freshen up then we can go sightseeing.” Shivaan hears the grumbling of Mishti’s stomach and chuckles. “Breakfast first then touring.”

Back in London

Alok is frustrated because all the leads he had on the person threatening Mishti’s life are a dead end. He loosens his tie and gulps his glass of whiskey. “My, my from a womanizer to an alcoholic, you seize to surprise me, Dumbass.” Alok turned around so fast, that he thought he sprained his neck. “My feisty tigress, I know that I am hot and irresistible, that is why you are here.” Drishti scoffs in annoyance. “Please don’t make me throw up, I am here to find out if you have made any progress on the maniac stalker. You know Jiju and Di will be back next week.” Alok ran his fingers through his spiked hair and groaned. “Every lead has just hit a dead end. This B#*ch is good at covering her tracks.” Drishti replied, “I don’t think she’s working alone; she definitely has a partner.” Drishti and Alok decide to go through the camera footage from the penthouse once again.

BACK IN ITALY.

Mishti watches her sexy husband on the balcony of their beautiful villa. She still can’t believe that Shivaan bought this villa has a gift for her. She bites her luscious bottom lip. “How did I get so lucky, who would have thought MR Khudoos turned out to be my Prince Charming.” A naïve Mishti didn’t know her Prince Charming was seething with anger has he listened to the threatening screeching voice on the other end of the phone. “YOU THINK YOU CAN KEEP THAT GOLD DIGGER SAFE BY LEAVING LONDON? I WILL FIND YOU SHIVAAN, YOU AND YOUR MONEY ARE MINE, YOU BELONG TO ME.” Shivaan bellows in anger, “LISTEN YOU PSYCHO B#*CH, I WILL FIND YOU EVEN BEFORE YOU COULD TAKE A BREATH NEXT TO MY PRECIOUS WIFE. I WILL MAKE YOU REGRET EVER MESSING WITH MY BABY.” Shivaan cuts the call, takes deep breaths to cool down because he doesn’t want to stress Mishti with these meaningless threats.

Shivaan enters the bedroom and licks his lips at the sight of his sexy wife, dressed in a Denim jeans, displaying all her curves, and a white Sissy Boy long-sleeved sweater. He could feel his rock-hard member straining in his jeans. Shivaan stomps over to his seductress and pulls her into a rough, punishing kiss, leaving her breathless. Mishti places her index finger against Shivaan’s lips. “Oh no you don’t MR, I am still sore from this morning. You promised to take me sightseeing remember.” Shivaan groans, “Another case of Blue Balls.” Mishti giggled.

The couple start their tour at the wonderful Colosseum in Rome. Mishti was intrigued by the history of the Colosseum. The next stop is the beautiful Leaning Tower of Pisa. The pair took some time to catch their breath after climbing the 294-step spiral staircase leading to the Bell Tower. “The View is amazing,” squealed Mishti. Shivaan playfully smacked Mishti’s firm ass. “Yes, it is indeed.” Mishti rolls her eyes at her mischievous husband. The Lovebirds decided to stop at a Bistro for dinner. Shivaan ordered a Fillet Manion with roast potatoes, paired with a glass of Champaign, while Mishti opted for a spinach and Ricotta stuffed Ravioli paired with a glass of sweet rosé wine. Mishti yawned as she entered the villa. “Mr Khudoos, I’m going to take a shower.” Shivaan nodded, Mishti noticed that Shivaan seemed distracted, she placed a hand on his shoulder. “Shiv, is everything alright.” Shivaan smiled, it’s the first time his wife had given him a decent nickname other than Donkey or Mr Arrogant. “I really like my new nickname, my dear wife, I mean I should consider it an upgrade from Donkey.” “You still act like a Donkey sometimes.” Mishti retorted. Shivaan smirked; Mishti yelped while trying to escape to the bedroom. She Knew she was in trouble when Shivaan tackled her onto the soft three-seater couch. He began showering her face with kisses, eventually capturing her soft lips in an intense but passionate kiss. Their romantic moment was ruined by the beeping of Mishti’s phone. Mishti could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand, her hands began to tremble. Shivaan grabbed the phone from Mishti, he was Livid after reading the Text message she received, “YOU DESPERATE B*#CH, YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A F*#K TOY. YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO SATISFY HIM LIKE I DID, HE WILL BE BACK IN MY ARMS SOON. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED YOUR END IS NEAR.” Mishti stood up and grabbed the phone. “That’s it, I have had enough, time to show this Chudail (witch) who you really belong to.” Shivaan was taken aback by Mishti’s sudden burst of courage; she pulls him into a passionate kiss while taking a selfie leaving Shivaan stunned and turned on. He watched his now feisty wife type so fast; he thought her soft fingers would break. Mishti smirks while pressing the send button. Shivaan takes Mishti’s phone, his eyes widen when he reads the message, “Listen, you pathetic loser, you weren’t that good of a f#*k. You are probably a desperate w***e who got paid for her services. My sexy husband will never be yours. I’m waiting, come and get me.” Shivaan burst out laughing after he sees the selfie attached to the message. He didn’t want to upset Mishti, but he knew the message wasn’t delivered because the Bimbo used a burner cell, therefore their efforts to trace it were futile. He finds his adorable wife’s feisty side rather alluring, so he pulls her into his arms.

“Babygal, your feisty side is really turning me on remind me never to get on your bad side, my little gangster wife.” Mishti giggles while she picks up her hands trying to showcase her make-belief muscles. “I am the luckiest man alive to have such an adorable wife,” thought Shivaan. He is pulled out of his thoughts when he hears the shower. Mishti jumps when she feels strong arms encircle her small waist. “You are not getting away that easily my dear wife, after making my blood boil,” whispered Shivaan. Mishti started moaning loudly after she felt Shivaan sucking on her sweet spot whilst rubbing her moist slit. Shivaan spins Mishti to face him and ravishes her plump lips. Mishti gasps when she feels her feet leave the ground, she instinctively wraps her thick thighs around her horny husband’s waist. She moans with pleasure when she feels Shivaan plunge his rigid shaft into her warm core. Mishti bit down on Shivaan’s shoulder causing him to groan in pleasure. She felt her sexy husband empty his warm seed into her as she came undone. Exhausted from their insanely long shower, the couple decided to retire for the night.

Mishti pouts sadly. “I can’t believe it’s our last day in Italy.” Shivaan caressed his beautiful wife’s soft cheek. “We can come back here anytime you want baby, we can even bring our siblings or fur babies.” Mishti smiles, “As much as I love Italy, I am really missing our family.” The couple headed out for dinner before taking a Grandola ride down the Grand Canal. Mishti was in awe of the luxurious palaces along the canal. She was intrigued to learn that the famous artist Nicolas Garcia Uribury dyed the water green, which was the reason for the highlighted green color of the water in the canal. The couple head back to the villa to finish packing, they realize it’s time to get back to reality.