Yes this is that chapter, most of you were waiting for! Skip the part if you don't want to read it, I highly doubt though.

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Anav's POV

I found Dhara in the garden, her fingers gently patting the soil as she planted a Tulsi plant. She was so focused that she didn’t notice me approach.

“Dhara,” I called softly.

She looked up with a curious smile. “Hm?”

“I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Her face instantly lit up with excitement. “What is it? What is it? Show me!” she said, turning toward me, eyes full of anticipation. When I didn’t show her immediately, she pouted, almost like a child.

“Guess,” I teased, enjoying the moment.

“Movie tickets?” she asked, hopeful.

“Exactly,” I grinned.

Without thinking, she jumped up and hugged me tightly, careful not to smear the soil from her hands on my shirt. I wrapped my arms around her, enjoying the warmth of the moment.

“But wait, there’s more,” I added, stepping back a little.

Her eyes widened with curiosity. “What else?” she asked eagerly, her voice soft with wonder.

I shrugged casually, drawing out the suspense.

“Bataiye na, Anav!” she pleaded, eyes searching mine. (Say it, Anav)

“Alright, fine,” I relented with a smile. “We’re going on our honeymoon.”

“Honeymoon?!” she gasped in surprise, her excitement bubbling over.

“Yes. Guess where we’re going.”

“Where?”

“Mumbai.”

“Mumbai? Really?! When are we going?” Her voice was practically bursting with joy.

“Next week. Make sure you apply for leav...”

“Okay! Oh, I’m so excited! I’ll pack my new suits, your T-shirts, shirts... wait, I don’t have sungla..!” she said, already mentally preparing.

“Dhara, Dhara,” I laughed, gently holding her by the shoulders. “We have plenty of time to pack, and we can shop for whatever you need. Don’t worry.”

“Thank you, Anav! I’m so happy,” she said, her voice softening as she hugged me again.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” I replied, smiling.

***

For the first time, I booked sleeper coach tickets for our trip. I had never traveled such a long distance before, and while the tickets were pricier than usual, I knew it would be worth it. Ever since I told Dhara about the honeymoon, she had been buzzing with excitement. She told everyone, her parents, my parents, even our neighbors, that we were going on a trip. I never imagined the quiet girl I knew from class could be so animated once you broke through her shell. She had even packed both of our clothes on the same day I told her. Seeing her this happy made me realize just how much she loved to travel and I would have missed this reaction if I hadn't plan this trip. I'm so glad I did.

“Anav, let’s go! We’ll be late,” she said eagerly, already heading toward the bus that would take us to the nearby city where we’d catch our train.

“Yes, yes, I’m coming,” I replied, following her with our luggage in tow.

I had told her the trip would be for three days, but secretly, I had extended it to a full week. I had even arranged for her leave at the college without her knowing. As Dhara climbed the bus steps and found a window seat, I joined her, placing our bags down and wrapping an arm around her as we settled in.

When we finally reached the railway station, Dhara’s eyes were drawn to a nearby food stall. I could see her craving something.

“Do you want to eat something, Dhara?” I asked.

“Umm, yes.”

“What do you want?”

“Chips,” she answered without hesitation, a playful glint in her eye.

I went to the stall, bought two packets of chips and a bottle of cold drink, and handed them to her. She beamed with excitement but then frowned, disappointed.

“What happened?” I asked, confused.

“You bought the drink just for yourself.”

“No, no, it’s for both of us,” I assured her, but she still looked a little sad.

“But you’re not having anything,” she said softly.

I smiled, took a chip from her packet, and popped it into my mouth. “Who said I’m not?”

Then I opened the juice bottle, took a sip, and smiled mischievously. “We’ll share this.” I took another sip, deliberately touching the bottle to my lips.

“But your lips touched it!” she exclaimed, a little flustered.

“So what?” I teased. “Haven’t my lips touched yours before?”

Her eyes widened as she blushed, turning a deep shade of red. I laughed softly, enjoying her embarrassment.

Just then, the train arrived. I quickly grabbed our suitcase in one hand and Dhara’s hand in the other as we boarded the coach. It was her first time traveling for long distance with me, and I wanted to make sure she felt comfortable.

“Anav, are we in the wrong coach?” she asked, looking around, confused.

“No, Dhara, I booked sleeper coach tickets for us,” I said with a grin.

“Really?” she asked, a bit too loudly. People turned to look at us. Then she lowered her voice and asked again almost like whisper "really?"

“Really,” I replied, nodding.

She settled into her seat, eyes wide with wonder as the train started to move.

“When will we reach?” she asked.

“Tomorrow,” I replied.

“Tomorrow? Is it that far?”

“Yes,” I said with a smile.

Dhara suddenly looked uneasy, and before I could ask her what was wrong, my eyes caught a man on the upper berth across from us, staring at her intently. I gave him a sharp look, and he immediately turned away, lying with his back to us.

As the train sped through jungles, cities, and small stations, we chatted about everything. Well, mostly Dhara talked, and I listened. Her excitement was infectious, and I found myself smiling more than usual. At one point, we entered a tunnel, and the darkness gave me the perfect opportunity to steal a kiss. She was startled at first but soon responded, her lips soft and warm against mine. When the tunnel ended, her cheeks were flushed, and she looked down, embarrassed, like she had been caught doing something naughty. It was adorable.

Throughout the day, Dhara’s chatter never ceased. I couldn’t help but smile as I listened to her, fascinated by the things she loved. Later that evening, we ate the tiffins she had lovingly packed for our meals. She took the lower berth to sleep, which was mine actually, while I opted for the middle one. Her reason? “I like to watch the stations when the train stops.” That was so her.

I woke up early the next morning, as usual, and climbed down to watch her sleep. The train was set to arrive in two hours, so I let her rest a little longer. Eventually, I shook her gently.

“Dhara…”

“Hmm?” she mumbled, still half-asleep.

“We’ve reached.”

Her eyes shot open. “We’re in Mumbai?”

“Yes, we’ll be at the station in five minutes.”

She quickly bent down to get our suitcases but froze. “Anav! My suitcase... it’s gone!”

I knelt down to check, and sure enough, her bag was missing. My thoughts immediately went to the man who had been eyeing her the previous night, he must have left somewhere in the midnight, but for now, we had to keep moving. She wiped away her tears as we got off the train.

“Look, Anav! There’s so much traffic!” she exclaimed, her mood quickly lifting.

“Yeah,” I smiled, relieved to see her brighten up again.

“Thank you, Anav. I’ve always wanted to see Mumbai,” she said as we got into a taxi.

On the drive to the hotel, she pointed out every building and landmark with childlike wonder.

“Look at that building, Anav, it’s massive!”

“Hm,” I nodded, amused by her enthusiasm.

“And that tower! It’s made of glass..it looks so beautiful in the sunlight!”

“Hm,” I responded, still smiling at her endless excitement.

I couldn’t wait to see what other surprises this trip had in store for us.

By the time we reached our hotel, Dharini's mood had brightened. The traffic, double-decker buses, high-rise buildings, and bustling streets of Mumbai had caught her attention, filling her with childlike wonder. We checked in and entered our room, and I locked the door behind us.

"Anav..." she called softly.

"Hm?"

"My luggage.." she said with sadness

"It's okay, Dhara. We already filed a police complaint, remember? Besides, you only packed for three days."

Her brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"We’re staying for a week."

"A week?!" she exclaimed. At first she got excited but it instantly converted into frown "How will I survive without clothes?" she pouted.

I stepped closer, my voice dropping low. "You can wear mine... and sometimes, you won’t need any clothes at all."

She ran towards bathroom

“Oh, by the way, Dhara,” I called after her, “I have something for you in my bag.”

“What is it?” she asked from behind the bathroom door.

I opened my suitcase and pulled out a lingerie set I had bought for her. Purchasing it had been awkward. I could still remember the judgmental look the shopkeeper gave me, but I knew it would be worth it when she will wear it.

“Wear this and come out,” I said, handing the set through the small crack in the door.

There was silence for a moment before she yelled, “Anav, these are just innerwear! Why do you even have these?”

“I got them for you,” I replied.

She cracked the door open, peeking out. “But what will I wear over it?”

“Nothing,” I said, my voice deep with intent.

Her eyes locked onto mine, unblinking, before she fully opened the door. My breath caught in my throat as I saw her standing there, looking absolutely stunning in the lingerie. She looked like a goddess, and the sight of her took me over the edge.

Oh my Goodness, she is just looking like a pretty seductress. Without wasting a second, I closed the distance between us and pulled her into my arms, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Her hands rested on my shoulders as I pressed myself against her, the heat between us growing rapidly. I had wanted to see her in this just so I could undress her again.

🔞

I kissed along her neck, licking the sensitive spot just below her ear. She moaned softly, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly. As I removed the straps of her bra, I couldn’t resist biting gently at her shoulder blade, making her moan again, this time louder. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, and soon enough, we were shedding our clothes in a feverish rush.

She took a bold step, slipping her hand into my boxers and wrapping her fingers around my hardness. The sensation made me groan, my need for her intensifying. I squeezed her breasts, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin, and the surge of pleasure was overwhelming. She pulled my boxers down, and I tugged off her panties, leaving us both completely bare.

Lifting her up, I carried her to the bed, laying her down gently as I hovered over her. I took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking softly while my hand teased the other breast, and the other hand made its way between her legs, rubbing her sensitive spot.

"You look incredible, naked like this with me," I whispered against her skin, and just then, her body trembled as she reached her orgasm.

Without hesitation, I moved down between her legs. She looked confused at first, but that quickly changed when I gave her a slow, deliberate lick.

"Anav… aah… this is… ahh… gross..." she moaned, squirming under my touch.

“No, I like the taste of your pleasure. Now, say you like my mouth on you.”

Her body shook as I stopped licking. She gasped, frustrated. “Anav… please.”

“Say it,” I teased, hovering just above her.

"I like your mouth..on...my....," she managed to say, her voice breathless.

Before she could finish, I resumed, sucking and licking with renewed intensity. I slid my tongue inside her, tasting her deeply, and she writhed in ecstasy as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, her second orgasm leaving her breathless.

"An... Anav," she whispered weakly, her voice trembling.

"Yes, love?" I asked, looking up at her flushed face.

"I want to do that too," she said, glancing shyly at my erection.

"What?" I asked, a bit surprised.

"I want to... do something with it like you did to me," she murmured, her gaze drifting to my hardness.

“No, Dhara, it’s fine. I don’t want you to feel like you have to....”

"I want to," she interrupted, determination in her eyes.

The idea of her mouth on me sent a thrill through my body. She knelt down, her lips tentatively brushing the tip, licking the precum already gathered there. I groaned softly, trying to control myself as she licked her way down my length, her movements slow and sensual.

She hesitated only for a moment before taking me into her mouth, her lips wrapping around me as she started moving, in and out. It wasn’t long before she was gagging slightly, her eyes tearing up, but she didn’t stop. The sight of her trying so hard, new to this but still wanting to please, was driving me wild.

I gently held the back of her head, guiding her rhythm, pushing deeper. She gagged again but kept going, determined. The tension inside me was building fast.

“Dhara… I’m going to come,” I warned, my voice strained. But she didn’t pull away, and moments later, I released into her mouth. She swallowed without hesitation, and the sight of it stirred something primal in me.

I reached for the condom, tearing the wrapper and handing it to her. She carefully rolled it onto me, and I positioned myself at her entrance, sliding in with one smooth thrust. Her body arched beneath me, her breasts bouncing in time with my movements. Each thrust brought us closer, and soon, we were both lost in the intensity, reaching our peak together.

The connection between us was electric, our bodies entwined, completely consumed by each other.

*******
"Anav, I'm not wearing this," she said firmly.

"You don’t have a choice. I want to see you in it," I replied, a teasing smile playing on my lips.

"But what will Ma say?" she asked, hesitant.

"Ma isn’t coming here to check if you're wearing a pant shirt," I chuckled.

"But still, Anav..." she trailed off, unsure.

"Fine," I said, pretending to be annoyed and turning away.

"Anav, don't get angry… okay, fine, I’ll wear it," she finally agreed, giving in.

I smiled, turning back to her. Her clothes had been stolen along with her bag, leaving her with only the suit she wore on the train. So I had brought her shopping. But in the room, she'd have to wear my clothes. We bought her three suits, three sets of undergarments, and one pant shirt.

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“Anav, look at that boat! It’s so big!” Dharini exclaimed, pointing toward the sea.

“That’s a ship, Dhara,” I corrected her with a smile. We were at the Gateway of India, the first stop of our Mumbai tour on the Best Bus.

A photographer approached us, calling out, “Photo, photo, photo!”

“Anav, can we take one?” Dhara asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Of course,” I replied.

She stood in front of me, leaning back against my chest as I wrapped my arm around her waist. The photographer snapped our picture and handed it to us within minutes. After paying him, we continued our tour and soon found ourselves in front of the iconic Taj Mahal Hotel.
Back on the bus, the guide announced, “Next stop is Marine Drive, also called the Queen’s Necklace.” We spent some time there, snacking on roasted chickpeas and enjoying the light drizzle of rain.

As we passed Juhu Beach, the guide said, “That’s Amitabh Bachchan’s bungalow, Jalsa. He waves to his fans every Sunday from here. We’ll stop at Juhu for 40 minutes, make sure to return on time after visiting the beach or else buy a bungalow here because bus will leave on time”

“I’ve never been to a beach,” Dhara said softly.

“I know,” I replied, smiling at her excitement.

The moment we got off the bus, Dhara ran straight toward the water. I bought two packets of popcorn from a nearby vendor while watching her excitement grow. She wanted so badly to go into the water, but without spare clothes, I gently stopped her. Instead, she happily collected seashells, and we got more pictures clicked before heading back to the bus.

We passed the Cadbury factory and Singer Asha Bhosle’s bungalow. The guide joked that the sweetness of her voice came from being so close to the factory, which made Dhara laugh. We saw landmarks such as the Supreme Court and CST, where we indulged in the famous Vada Pav, which quickly became one of Dharini’s favorite snacks. Our tour continued with visits to Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya and the Boot House. At the Boot House, we spotted some foreign tourists with toddlers. One infant giggled when Dhara made funny faces, and his mother let her hold the baby. I couldn’t help but picture her holding our own child one day.

By the time we returned home after dinner, we were both exhausted. I tossed two t-shirts from my bag to Dhara and put one on myself. She didn’t even bother going to the washroom to change; she stripped down to her panties, pulled on my t-shirt, and jumped straight into bed. I joined her instantly.

The next day, we spent the entire day in the room, burning off some calories and only stepping out for food. Over the remaining days of our trip, we visited Siddhi Vinayak Temple, DY Patil Stadium, Mahalakshmi Temple, Haji Ali Dargah, and Mumba Devi Temple. We indulged in lots of street food and did some shopping. Dhara insisted on buying gifts for everyone, so we picked up earrings for Vishakha Didi and Drishti, sarees for our mothers, and shirts for our fathers. Secretly, I bought a waist chain and anklets for Dhara, imagining her wearing them during our private moments.

Finally, it was time to return home, our hearts and bags full of memories.
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Every Introvert Dharini Needs An Extrovert Anav, who can get through her shell.

For those who aren't from Mumbai, have you ever visited the city and gone on a Mumbai Darshan tour? I went for one as a child, so many of the guide's dialogues, Dharini's interaction with a foreign kid at the Boot House, and most of the places mentioned are based on my own experiences.

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