Lords of Underworld

Dream world

It did not come without hitches. There were rules guiding marriage in a registry. Melly had to use her status and connection to get it done, pronto.

Thank God for the digital world and online verification processes. She could not believe her eyes when they were served the certificate of marriage.

She was now legally married to Jeff. To hell with the rest of the world. She was almost twenty and no one was going to reverse this. Never! She was Melly Jeff and this was the best thing that ever happened to her. As they walked out of the office to the waiting car, she realised that Jeff still felt uncomfortable.

He felt she deserved a flamboyant marriage, something bigger than the engagement party. Yes, she wanted that in the past but it did not matter. It could not happen with him. She knew Steve. He would never let her go. He wanted her and he always made sure he got what he wanted. He would have swallowed his pride and her parents would support him. She had to be proactive. Jeff did not know how much she loved him. She did not know it herself. But this night, when she saw him, she saw the whole world revolving around her. As he went out, it felt like  a part of her leaving.

Melly felt she was not going to see him again and the world became dark. He was a light in her life, so she had to go after him. When he mentioned it for the first time that he loved her, he unlocked the most sacred place in her heart, he got in and occupied all the space, she could not resist him any longer, could not keep fighting it because she would never win. He was the one she was waiting for. She liked Steve but there was that thing she needed to feel for him that she never did. The sparks were not there.

She constantly reminded herself how nice Steve was, how handsome and rich he was, so she let it be but Jeff came and showed her what it felt to love. So when he proposed, which itself was a miracle, she could not let the chance of being happy slip away. Jeff was her happiness. She was losing many things, but if she could keep  Jeff, then she had everything.

He held her hand and smiled.

She touched his cheek, " do you love me?"

He frowned.

" What a question. You know I love you more than life. Why? Such question hurts."

" I know you do. I never get tired of hearing it. If you love me, then never feel sorry for me. It was my choice and I am the happiest person on earth."

He shook his head. Those blue eyes piercing into her. Oh! She Loved this guy.

" I am the happiest person on Earth."

" No, I am."

" I am."

She shook her head.

" Then we are the happiest couple in the world." He said and they had a compassionate kiss. First kiss as husband and wife and there was something different about it. It was seraphic, clean and sweet. Fahad was using his phone to snap pictures.

" Just for the records." Fahad said and they laughed. They posed for more shots. Melly told Jeff that she needed some clothes. Fahad had arranged a place for them to stay. They  went to a shop where she got a few things.

Fahad was behind the wheel while she and Jeff sat at the back while laid her head on his Spartan shoulder, feeling all the comfort she needed, and then closed her eyes.

" Thank you, Fahad." Jeff said as they sat under the moonlight, at the sandy bank of the beach close to the villa. It was his father's multimillion dollar country home around Miami beach. The time was  around 11:00 PM.

" Can I still call myself your best man?"

They laughed.

" In my religion, we call this qadr." Fahad said.

" What does that mean?"

" Destiny. You woke up this morning without the slightest idea that you will sleep as a married man, married to the girl after your heart, the girl at the verge of been given to another man. She has been destined to be your wife. "

" It still feels like a dream." Jeff said. Based on Melly's advice and permission, Jeff just told Fahad everything that had happened and he was glad he did. He was his best friend and had always be at his back.

" I need you to do something for me." Jeff said." You have connections to your embassy. I need you to find out about the couple that came in on 20th, April, 1999. Get all the names and pictures of Saberians that arrived New-York that day, then  flew to Vegas."

Fahad tapped Jeff’s back.

" Leave this for another day. I got it but now, your wife is waitng. You have a first night."

Jeff giggled.

" I can't believe I am nervous."

"Why? It's a simple task. Just go in and sing the National anthem, then sleep."

" Shut the fuc* up!"

They laughed, and then stood up. They went into the big mansion. Fahad went to another part while Jeff went to the bedroom they were given. Fahad’s father was rich indeed. This was one of his many mansions in US.

Fahad tried all he could to make the night special. The bedroom was set romantically. The large bed had a canopy that gave it a royal touch, and looked like the bed of a high queen. The interior decorators were dab hands. With the intriguing gallery wall, art works and beautiful curtains, it felt like paradise. There was a small round table which Melly placed on the bed, while the dim blue lights from the chandeliers gave the room that perfect glow. On the table was a tray with Sekai-ichi apples, Yubari King melons, strawberries arnaud, Ruby roman grapes, Dekopon, cabernet Sauvignon, and Ace of spades champagne.

He found her sitting on the bed, with folded legs while she rested her face on her palms. What a sexy pose.

She looked so delicate, soft, radiant, irresistible, and  breath taking. He  could hardly  believe she was his. She wore an immaculately clean white underdress.

He clenched his fist in readiness. If this was a dream then anyone coming to wake him would get a punch in the face. He never wanted to wake up, rather he wished to remain in this dreamland. But she was here, it was real, but just too good to be real.

He was clad in white plain T-shirt and boxers. A slow sentimental music played in a low tune, sounding as if it was made just for them, just for this night.

" You look so beautiful, my queen." He said walking slowly towards the bed. " More beautiful than beauty itself."

" Thank you, my king."

He sat on the bed with the table between them. He moved his head forward to give her a peck then a short kiss.

She plugged out a grape and put it in his mouth. It tasted good, tasted better because it came from her. He plugged out another, put it her mouth then said, "wait!"

She paused. He moved and took some out of it from her mouth.

" I want to share it with you, my queen."

She smiled and he felt elated. She poured champagne into a glass. When she wanted to pour a second glass, he said no. They will share a glass, drink from the same glass like they will share their lives. She held the glass, he placed his hand on hers and they both raised the glass.

" To us." He  said.

" To I" She corrected.

He gave her an askance look.

" There is no us. You and I are one. I am in you and you are in me. We share pains and joy. I belong to you and you belong to me." She said.

" I may not be hermeneutic but those are the nicest words I have ever heard."

He kissed her and almost spilled champagne on the bed. Relax, Jeff. No rush. She is yours. Take time. Let it be chronological.

They sipped drinks slowly, from the same spot, fetching from each other's sip. It was sweet, it was good, it was life, it was love.

"Melly, you are ravishing and exclusive. Other girls find you intimidating and oppressive. Because you are endowed with ambidexterity, beauty, integrity, and your ideas are progressive. My love for you is deep and intensive. My heart to you is open and comprehensive. I promise to be there and never-ever and ever get abusive. We are married now because you were proactive .You give me synergy and make me active.

Melly! What a cauldron of cornucopia, ebullience, and you are never retrogressive.Your smile is golden and expensive.

Your personality is thrilling and impressive. Finding a rare gem like you is elusive. I will be your hero and always defensive. And protective. Because hurting you to me is destructive. I loved you for who you were, I love you for who you are, and I will love you for who you will be, that's decisive"

She rested her face on her palms, with her legs folded as he talked. He was not a poet, but  felt the words coming into his head as he looked at her. She made him creative.

She smiled but two streams of tears cascaded down her cheeks. Tears of joy, tears of love.

" Thank you for those euphonious lines. They completely obliterate my rage. I thought 'Prince Charming' could only be found in a fairy-tale before you came on stage. You are my hero, my love, my life and a vista to my vintage. I am claustrophobic, but with you I can spend a thousand years in a cage. The only man I ever loved, I love, and will love-others....I disparage. Marrying you is a privilege. And a great advantage. Open my heart, your name is boldly written on the page.You saved me from damage. Only for you I will go unclad, that is an adage. Come on, my king, take all of me, leave nothing behind cause I belong to you and only you can take me on that connubial bliss voyage"

" Oh, Melly, you are killing me," he whispered and carried the tray gently and placed it on the floor. Enough of the drinks and fruits. She watched him pull off his T-shirt, exposing his brawny, sturdy body.

She gaped at him hungrily. He was shivering, nervous and jittery. He did not know where to start from. From the top, below, side, back, or front. As he moved to her, seeing her dressed only in transparent underdress, he fought the urge to jump, get aggressive, and eat her up.

He wanted to be gentle and mild,  wanted to take it slow. She was his wife and it was their first night .

His first time with the most beautiful and voluptuous girl on Earth. As he drew her into his arms, he felt her shivering, she now looked scared, holding his hand tight.

" I am scared." She whispered.

" Scared of what?"

" It's my.......... first time." He gave her a pacific smile. He could smell her fragrance, her sweet fragrance. She was beautiful and he never got tired of saying it.

" Don't be scared my queen." he said," you are in safe hands."

They plunged into the world of ecstasy and disappeared from this world.