The moment the plane touched down in the Maldives, Zoya’s eyes lit up like a thousand fairy lights. Blue waves, pink skies, and wooden villas standing on the ocean like something out of a Pinterest board — it was unreal.

She turned to Akif, clutching his arm.

“Is this even Earth?” she whispered.

He smirked. “It’s heaven… and I brought my favorite angel.”

Their private villa was tucked away at the far end of the island. Crystal-clear water, a plunge pool, rose petals leading to the bed, candles flickering... it was already dripping with romance — and heat.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Akif pinned her gently to the wall.

“I gave you one night of rest after wedding…” he said, voice deep and thick with need. “Now, it’s just you, me, and no one stopping us.”

Zoya gasped, cheeks burning. “Aren’t we supposed to go explore the beach first?”

He smirked again. “We will. But I plan to explore you first.”

And oh... he did.

Clothes dropped like confetti.

Soft kisses turned to hungry ones.

That night, he didn’t just touch her body — he touched her soul. Lips on her neck, whispers in her ear, hands tracing every inch, breathless moans melting into the sound of the ocean. He made love like he had waited lifetimes. Slow, teasing, intense — worshipping her curves, tasting every sigh she gave him.

Zoya's fingers gripped the sheets, eyes rolling back as she cried out his name over and over, drunk on passion, drowning in the way he said "Jaan" like it was a holy word.

After hours of heat and tangled sheets, they lay there — sweaty, bare, wrapped in silk and love. He kissed her forehead.

“Ready for the beach now, Mrs. Malik?”

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Next Day:

The sun rose on golden skin and sleepy smiles. They explored the island hand-in-hand — feet in the water, drinks in coconuts, selfies on the swing, kisses under palm trees. They danced barefoot on the sand, laughed in the waves, and fed each other strawberries like they were in a cheesy romcom.

At night, there was a candlelight dinner on the beach.

She wore white lace.

He wore open shirt and sinful stares.

And just when she thought he couldn’t make her blush harder — he leaned in close and whispered, “Tonight, I’m not letting you sleep. You stole my peace, now let me ruin your silence.”

The rest of the night?

Well… the ocean wasn’t the only thing that got wet. 🌊🔥

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Little spicy? Ik it's not enough for naughty kids like you all but I'm shy to write my real fantasies here yk (🌚) hehe.

~Annie🤭🎀