Omkara opened his eyes to find himself sleeping on a beach; not just any beach, but the one with purple waves and golden sand. He looked down to see he was wearing his boxers that he usually wore to bed. Why was he in boxers on a beach, he couldn't fathom. "Oberoi..." he could hear her familiar voice echoing, unfortunately, he couldn't see her anywhere. On this entire beach, he was the only person with no one else in sight.

At a distance, however, he saw something floating in the middle of the sea. It looked like a person sitting on a rectangular plank that was floating. It couldn't be Rose from Titanic, could it? He took a step further and was drawn towards the person beckoning to him. He was quite surprised to see a mermaid seated on a huge slab of paneer. What, his mind was confused and amused, yet curious. As he stepped into the water, he realized he possessed a superpower of walking on water. He did not even get his ankles wet, and walked on water like he was some supernatural being; just as Morgan Freeman walked like he was God. As he approached the mermaid, he noticed she had her face covered with a thin silver veil; her lower half was like that of a fish with silver scales all over.

*** Omkara's dream - mature content begins***

Omkara was intrigued when he looked into her eyes that looked so darn familiar. His gaze, however, lowered below her chin. She had long wavy hair that covered her naked breasts. "Oberoi, you naughty, naughty boy!" he heard Sharma's voice say to him, and immediately looked at the mermaid's face. "Sharma?" he asked, recognizing those mischievous eyes he was now looking into. The mermaid shook her head in a no. She raised her hand to unveil her face. It was her indeed, but she said with a seductive smile, "Gauri" He was mesmerized and was tempted to repeat her name. "Gaurr-eee" he said in a soft breath, loving how the name rolled off his tongue. In response, she giggled shyly.

His gaze, once again, moved to her breasts that were hiding behind her thick curtain of hair. Gauri the mermaid looked at him with intense eyes as she asked him in a sexy voice, "What are you looking at, Oberoi?" He, of course, was spellbound. She gave him an alluring grin and raised her hand up to pull her hair away, behind her shoulder. Omkara swore he had howled like a wolf at the sight of her ample bosoms and taut nipples. They looked like creamy ripe peaches, ready to be devoured.

"Come here, you sexy thing," Gauri the mermaid said to him, crooking her index finger at him. Mesmerized he stepped onto the plank of paneer and sat by her side. She smiled at him, leaning into his frame, and gazing deep into his eyes, she whispered to him, "Don't you want to touch them?" Oh yes, he so wanted to touch them, feel them, and if she allowed, take them in his mouth and...

He almost gasped when she took his right hand in hers; both her arms, including her fingers, had silver scales on them, as she shone like a diamond under the warm sun. "Touch me!" she almost begged him in a suggestive manner. Being the gentleman that he was, he could never say no now to her, could he? Especially when it was she who had asked something of him. He stared into her eyes and then at her breast as she guided his hand to touch her. The moment he placed his palm on her breast, she sighed closing her eyes. He felt her nipple perking up and gently squeezed her mound. "Ohh, Oberoi!" she moaned, throwing her head back in surrender, wanting him to go on.

*** Omkara's dream - mature content ends***

***

Gauri woke up with a different sensation coursing through her body, affecting her down south. She was tempted to soothe that ache by touching herself in bed but was unfortunately unable to move. Her eyes fluttered open, wondering what was causing her to feel so aroused this morning. She looked down at her chest to see Omkara's hand not just touching but also grabbing hold of her boob. He somehow was still asleep, yet his hand was alternating between squeezing and releasing her breast.

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Gauri closed her eyes and almost heaved a sigh, enjoying this pleasurable dream. She wanted him to keep doing that, and maybe slowly even proceed to touch her under her t-shirt. She had been having such thoughts a lot, but for the very first time, this dream had felt so real. She felt his leg across her thigh; his manly, hairy thighs rubbing against her smooth feminine ones, as he kept kneading her mound. She bit her lower lip, as she sleepily moaned when his knee pressed between the juncture of her thighs against her feminine core. The pressure from his knee against her apex made her tremble slightly. Her hand came to rest on top of his large warm hand which was at her chest, encouraging him to keep going, as a silent gasp escaped her mouth. Oh, this was such an amazing dream, she thought pushing her head back into her pillow.

Her eyes flew wide open though when she felt something poke against her hip, finally realizing it was no dream. She was now fully awake, while Omkara, still in deep sleep, was now gently tugging on her nipple through her t-shirt in a soft pinch. She couldn't resist the moan and involuntarily shivered. Omkara moved in his sleep, brushing his knee against her body, creating friction and unexpectedly sending shockwaves.

In his sleep, Omkara really liked the friction created by her body against his hard-on, and began to slowly rock his lower half against her hip to recreate that pleasurable feeling he felt right now. It was his primal instinct that made him start slowly moving against her warm, soft flesh.

Gauri trembled not just with pleasure, but also in nervousness. She was desperate for him, but not like this. Even though she knew he wasn't conscious, she was. And somewhere, this didn't feel right, especially when they had mutually decided to wait. Things could escalate and go out of hand pretty quickly if she didn't stop him. Her flesh wanted to indulge in this pleasurable feeling, while her conscience chided her. If she didn't stop him, she knew that it would only result in guilt in their hearts once they'd recovered from this heated moment. And she didn't want that. She realized she was still holding his hand that was grabbing hold of her breast, while he dry-humped her in his sleep.

"Oberoi," she said, calling out to him in a trembling voice because of the pleasure waves running through her at every movement of his. He moaned sleepily, slowing down his pace, but rubbing himself against her in an even more intimate manner. Oh God, help me, she said, momentarily closing her eyes when she felt as if she would combust into flames, almost tempted to give in to what her body was screaming in demand. She opened her eyes and swallowed, feeling extremely parched as she tried to lick her dry lips. 

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"Oberoi, wake up!" she said to him, now in a louder voice. "Mmmh," came his groggy moan, slowly stilling his movements on her, without moving away though. "Oberoi!" she said a little louder, and this time, his eyes opened.

Omkara was disoriented and confused. Where did the mermaid go, and what was he doing on the bed? He had opened his eyes to see an alarmed Sharma whose face had turned to a shade of beet red. His gaze then moved to his hand that was on her breast, and finally, realization dawned. He quickly withdrew his hand and moved slightly away, turning his head down into the pillow, cursing himself mentally.

Gauri watched him moving away, and suddenly missed the weight and warmth of his body against hers. Her eyes quickly scanned the tent in his boxers before he moved away and threw his face down into the pillow. "Fuck," she heard him curse and blushed when he shifted uncomfortably to adjust his morning wood. "I'll... I'm going to the bathroom..." she mumbled and slipped out of bed to give him some privacy and to avoid any awkwardness, which by the way was at its peak.

"I'm sorry," she heard his contrite muffled tone, as he spoke without lifting his head from the pillow. She took a deep breath, and without turning around, she said, "No, I don't blame you. You didn't do it on purpose." Omkara didn't reply to that, feeling extremely embarrassed at his behavior. In a moment, he heard the door of the bathroom shut and the water running. The glimpse of Gauri the mermaid swimming through the water flashed in front of his eyes as if the dream was very real. He lay on his side, now thinking about Sharma, visualizing the water cascading down her body. As the water stopped, he knew she was probably soaping up her body. From whatever glimpses he'd got, she knew she had delectable curves.

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"Fuck!" he cursed again as his erection sprang back, and started to hurt, begging for a release. Omkara closed his eyes not wanting to think straight, letting his cardinal desires and his primal instinct guiding him for fulfillment. He needed this like he needed to breathe – urgently and desperately. Laying with his back towards the bathroom door, where Gauri was still soaping up, he lowered the waistband of his boxers and grabbed hold of his manhood. Visualizing a very naked Gauri inside his head, Omkara kept stroking himself for mere seconds until he'd found his release, given how horny he was. He quickly cleaned himself up grabbing a couple of tissues, before he got out of bed. He needed to use the bathroom now for his morning necessities.

On the other side of the door, Gauri's condition wasn't very different. Her body was already wet, with whatever that had happened in bed and under the shower. With water droplets falling off her body after she'd turned off the showerhead, Gauri leaned against the wall with her head thrown back. Her hand reached between her legs and she touched herself. Once. Twice. Thrice. Until she found a rhythmic motion to move her fingers back and forth between her soaking folds.

Closing her eyes, she had visualized a naked Omkara pleasuring her in bed. She imagined it was his fingers, and not hers, that was doing all of the pleasurable things to her down there. She bit her lower lip, not wanting to moan lest she was heard. Rubbing her fingers against her sensitive slit had seemed to work in her favor as her body started to come alive. She wanted more. She grabbed hold of her breast, the very same one that he'd been massaging in his sleep, and tweaked her erect bud, imagining it to be Omkara doing things to her body. That seemed to send her over the edge as she curled her toes and felt like she was falling freely from a cliff. Stars burst behind her closed eyelids. She felt warmth flooding into her pruney fingers as she found her release. Opening her eyes, she shocked herself when her gaze met her unrecognizable reflection. She looked like a wanton woman, with pinked cheeks and lust-filled eyes, as she gasped for breath while descending her climax.

She heard a soft knock on the door and almost trembled. She took a deep breath before answering. "Sharma." He called out to her in a low tone, and she didn't know how she knew he had a look of hesitation and guilt on his face. "Umm, I need to pee badly," he said in a contrite and polite tone. "I'll - I'll be out in a moment" she hurriedly whispered in a breathless voice. He paused for a minute before asking, "Are you alright?" She drew a long breath, almost trembling and reeling from the aftermath of her orgasm, "Yea, yes. I'm coming out in a minute. Sorry for taking long." He didn't reply to that. She quickly turned the shower head on, letting the water fall over her body, rinsing away any remnants of the soap and her orgasmic fatigue.

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True to her words, she was out in a minute with a towel wrapped around her damp hair, while dressed in a t-shirt and a knee-length bermuda. Omkara stood near the door, shifting his weight from foot to foot as if trying hard to control himself as his bladder threatened to burst. He looked up and saw her exiting the bathroom. His gaze met hers and he saw she looked flushed. He wanted to make sure she was okay, he wanted to sit and talk to her, he wanted to sincerely apologize to her for his actions, but he had another priority right now – to attend nature's call. She understood, and nodding towards the bathroom, she walked away with a smile. At least, she's not mad, he mused as he ran into the bathroom to relieve himself. He almost sighed, feeling relieved when he was done.

But there was also another thought crossing his mind. Why was she smiling? Why wasn't she mad at him? She did look flustered, but she wasn't looking away from him trying to hide her gaze. Neither did she look uncomfortably at him, but had gazed straight into his eyes. Was his mind playing tricks on him? He could know these answers only after he spoke to her. She being his best friend was an added advantage, especially in situations like these. Earlier, too, she had handled the situation of that impromptu first kiss in a mature manner. Even last night, she seemed comfortable with asking him to kiss her more feverishly.

Maybe, she was actually comfortable even this morning? Omkara chided himself at his assumptions. He could not just convince his mind into believing things that would favor him, or else his brain might just decide to repeat it again some other morning. He heaved a sigh and the fragrance of her soap hit his senses, bringing back the thought that just a few moments ago, she was in here, showering naked. Damn it, he muttered a curse when he felt himself getting turned on again. That wife of his, a walking firecracker, was so going to be the death of him!

***

Omkara stepped out of the bathroom, and his ears perked up when he heard her softly humming in the kitchen. He was quite surprised that she wasn't hurrying to get ready for work. Instead, she was singing softly while frying something. The aroma of vanilla wafted around their home, and he instantly knew she was making pancakes for breakfast.

Noticing that Omkara had come out of the bathroom, she paused humming and cleared her throat, so she didn't sound awkward. Embarrassment was what they both didn't need right now. So, poking her head out of the kitchen, she said to him with her usual smile, "Krishna sent a text message, asking us not to come to the office, and that those who are expected to log in from work must continue to do so even today." Omkara furrowed his brows, "Oh? How come? Didn't the office issue a Work-From-Home notice for just one day?" He asked walking to the kitchen.

He entered the kitchen and walked into seeing her flipping the pancake mid-air, and gave her an impressed expression, "You finally learned to do that without dropping it, eh?" She giggled proudly with a nod, as she answered his previous question, "It seems due to last night's thunderstorm, the internet cables in the office have been damaged and aren't working. Since there's no point in going to the office, they asked to connect from home." She paused before saying with a sneaky smile, "But since I'm not asked to connect to work, I'll be free today too!"

The reminder of last night brought the memories of that steamy kiss to his mind. While she had been as casual as possible, he had noticed she hadn't spoken much to him before going to bed. Of course, she had snuggled close to him and had even asked her to hug him like he usually did, she was relatively much quieter. So, last night, he had thought of talking about it to her at breakfast, but then the morning had brought a bigger scene to discuss, that now, last night's kiss seemed very insignificant for discussion.

"Oberoi!" her voice had jerked him out of his thoughts, and she looked at him as if waiting for his answer. "Sorry, I wasn't... what were you saying?" he asked apologetically. She repeated, "You'll have how many pancakes?" "Four, and with maple syrup," he answered. She nodded with a smile, as she passed a plate to him with four pancakes stacked on it. "The maple syrup is on the shelf," she said.

Had it been any other time, he would have teased her by telling her that he knew where the maple syrup was, because he had been living here for the last four years. However, now, he didn't say anything. He opened the shelf and grabbed the glass bottle of maple syrup. "You start eating since you've to log in to work. I'll join you in a while," she said without looking at him while pouring a scoopful of batter into the pan. "No, I don't want to eat alone. You come," he said, and she looked up at him with a smile that warmed his heart. "Okay, ten minutes," she said as she scrunched her nose, making Omkara inwardly sigh as to how cute she could be at times!

***

At breakfast, with the glances that he was giving her, Gauri knew he would start reciting his speech of penitence again, and frankly, she didn't want him to feel guilty. Although he had started it, she was an equal participant; she had enjoyed it and had also encouraged for it to go on till her brain had tugged on the reins of her aroused hormones. So, before he could say anything to her, she looked up at him into his eyes.

"Oberoi, if you're trying to apologize, please don't!" Omkara was quite stunned at the firmness in her tone. "But, Sharma..." "No buts, Oberoi!" she said, surprising him as she placed her hand on his. Vaguely, he was reminded of his dream. Gauri too was momentarily dazed when she held his hand for the second time since morning, although earlier it was in a completely different context.

"Look, Oberoi, whatever has happened, it's done and is over. You don't have – look at me, please – you don't have anything to feel guilty about!" She cupped his cheek, as she said to him in a loving voice, "You weren't awake. And even if you were, isn't it natural for such, umm, exchanges to take place between a couple? Sure, we decided to give each other time, and that is exactly why we stopped, right? So why are you still guilty?"

Omkara gaped at her, not really understanding how she can be so casual about it. He had thought, given her inexperience regarding sex, she would have turned the whole world upside down with whatever happened this morning. However, her composure regarding this was new to him. The woman who got so easily flustered with mere mentions of lingerie and seduction was being so relaxed about this episode. How? His expression seemed to ask her the same.

"Look, Oberoi," she continued, "We have two options after we accept whatever that happened. One is to feel guilty about it, feel embarrassed and make things awkward between us. And the other is to simply accept that it was a biologically impulsive act, and move on." "But, Sharma, how can you be so cool about it, yaar? I... we... it wasn't..." He ran his finger through his hair trying to form words, and finally said while gritting his teeth, "I touched you without consent, damn it! Do you know what that makes me?" he finished, feeling low and angry at himself.

Gauri almost gasped, shaking her head vigorously. "Oberoi, please, stop saying that! You weren't aware of yourself, and hell, you didn't have your own consent, leave alone mine. You've told me a million times that you would never hurt me, and I trust you! You didn't hurt me or upset me in any way, you sweet thing!" When he looked unconvinced, she asked him with a sigh, "If roles were reversed, and I was the one feeling you up in my sleep, would you hold me guilty?"

Omkara stared at her as his jaw hung open. Was she for real, he thought to himself? He would have loved it if she did that to him! Which man hadn't fantasized about his partner touching him in bed, early in the morning? In fact, morning sex was right up there in his list of sexual preferences. But it wasn't about him right now. It was about her. Looking at her, he was still not convinced about why she wasn't mad at him. He was happy though, but his curious mind still wanted to know why.

Gauri, assuming his silence to be his answer, continued, "Exactly! You would not hold me guilty and would ask me to forget about it. Such things happen, right? Couples ke beech yeh sab normal hi hai," she said, and he promptly asked, "How do you know this is normal between couples and that such things happen?" Gauri turned pink. When he gave her a pointed look, asking her to spell it out, she mumbled, "I read books, I watch, errm, stuff. That's how I know."

Omkara's mind was blown. So, his innocent wife wasn't all that innocent after all. When a smile came on his lips, she glared at him, "Don't you dare mock me now!" He chuckled, intertwining his fingers with her, and placed a quick kiss at the back of her hand. "Thank you, for being so understanding about it." He said in a soft tone, and added in a slightly more serious voice, "I promise I won't make you uncomfortable that way again..." Gauri looked at him through her lashes, as she said, "You didn't make me uncomfortable, Oberoi; please stop thinking that way..." Omkara's mind didn't grasp the underlying meaning of it, where she indirectly admitted that she did revel in and enjoy that escapade.

Both of them smiled at each other, and resumed having their breakfast, amazed at how easy-going their conversation was, and how they didn't feel the necessity for any awkwardness between them. The fact that, instead of shying away, they acknowledged their bodily needs, and had accepted that at the right time they would actually indulge in lovemaking, made it easier to converse about it.

However, both of them stayed mum about how they'd both sought fulfillment after that sudden break in their exchange this morning. There were some things that needn't have to be shared, and this was certainly one among those. Gauri and Omkara would never admit how that episode left both of them yearning and aching for a release. The very thought of it made both of them turn pink, as they exchanged glances at that same moment.

"So, all is well, right?" Omkara asked, reconfirming that she wasn't mad or didn't think low of him. She nodded, knowing that she had nothing to blame him for, and that, maybe someday, she would have the courage to admit that she had in fact encouraged him with her silent surrender. However, not now. because, right now, this was perfect.

***

Omkara had been typing away on his laptop and had momentarily paused to take a sip of the cold coffee she'd made for him. From the couch where he was seated, he saw her curled up comfortably on the bean bag, busy reading a book. She had chosen to sit there so she wouldn't be tempted to disturb him. But truth be told, he wouldn't really mind being disturbed by her.

She was reading a mystery novel. It was a 'whodunnit', and going by her expressions, Omkara knew she was reading an intense scene. Her eyebrows were raised, she was chewing on her nails as her eyes moved from left to right, scanning each line. He smiled as he watched her; he could look at her animated expressions all day and not get tired ever. Then, when her lips formed an O, he chuckled silently. She must have finally read about who the killer was, and given her shocked expressions, he assumed it was an unbelievable twist.

With a warm smile playing on his lips, Omkara resumed typing again. Even if she wasn't next to him, even if there was complete silence, her mere presence in the room made his heart content. There was just something about her that made him feel alive, happy, and cherished. She accepted him for who he was with no judgment. She made him feel like he finally had someone he could lean on, someone with whom he could be himself. He finally had a family to call his own, where there was only love with no conditions. Glancing at her yet again, he realized he had finally known what coming home after a long day felt like.

***

Gauri had been bored after she had finished reading the novel that she looked forward to Omkara wrapping up his work. During a quick coffee break, he'd promised her to watch any movie of her choice after he was done with work for the day. Gauri couldn't have been happier and had quickly begun searching on her phone for suggestions.

***

Omkara glared at her when he sat on the couch and she pressed the play button. She had selected the classic 'Lion King' for the evening. "Seriously? Cartoon?" he asked with a frown, and she frowned back at him, "It's not a cartoon! It's LION KING!" He rolled his eyes and she hit his thigh, "You promised you'd watch the movie of my choice!" In response to her whiny tone, he said, "Yes! But had I known you'd choose a cartoon movie, I would have been more careful with my words. I'd rather sleep than watch a cartoon, Sharma!"

Gauri wrapped her hand around his arm, and pulling him close while resting her head against his shoulder, she said, "You can doze off during the movie and I promise not to wake you up. I waited the whole day for you, and now that you're done with work, I want you to sit next to me here." Omkara smiled as he heard her, and rested his cheek against the top of his head, and sighed. He was happy to know she waited for him the whole day to just spend some time sitting next to each other in a warm snuggle. "Alright, let's watch your Lion King!" he said, and she grinned, huddling closer to him.

***

Gauri looked at him, worried when he blew his nose into the napkin. "How could Mufasa just die?" he said with tears, almost bawling. She couldn't believe he had never heard the plot of Lion King; Mufasa's death had been a complete shocker to him, and if Gauri wasn't mistaken, she had heard him gasp and mumble a heartbroken 'Nooo' as Scar pushed Mufasa to his death.

Gauri rubbed his back in consolation when he hugged her while laying his head in her lap. "Do you want me to pause the movie?" she asked, brushing his hair with her fingers. He shook his head, dabbing the tissue at his eyes, saying in a soft childlike tone, "No, I want to watch Simba become king." Then, he looked at her with wide eyes, asking, "Simba will be king, right?" His eyes looked so innocent and childlike right now, she swore she could just pull his cheeks because he looked so cutely at her. Gauri, however, slightly amused at his reaction to the 'cartoon movie', nodded in a yes, and suppressed a chuckle when she heard his sigh of relief.

***

More than the movie, Gauri enjoyed watching Omkara's reactions. The way he laughed, cried, got angry, smiled, everything about him was so moving to her. "Awww", she heard him say softly when a grown-up Simba had finally come face-to-face with his childhood friend Nala. "That's like you and me!" he exclaimed pointing out at the screen when the two of them jumped around in excitement about meeting each other. She looked at him in silent surprise. He then said without taking off his gaze from the screen, with a small frown, "Oddly, that Pumba reminds me of Rudra!"

Gauri immediately slapped his arm, making him frown and rub the area she had beaten him. "How rude? Rudra reminds you of a pig?" she asked almost glaring at him. Omkara shook his head after he laughed a little, and said, "No. But because he's dumb most of the time!" Gauri frowned a little as she said, "That's not true. Pumba is actually smart. But Timon is cunning and constantly makes Pumba think that he is dumb."

Omkara didn't point out to her that she didn't disagree Rudy was dumb most of the time. He pursed his lips in thought, saying, "Hmm, then Rudra is definitely not Pumba..." Gauri smiled sweetly at that, but her smile dropped when he continued, "Because Rudra is definitely dumb!!" He laughed but also frowned rubbing his arm where she'd pinched him again, as she now said, "Mera devar dumb nahi hai!".

***

"Whoaa!" Omkara exclaimed, looking in surprise, while Gauri smiled to herself. Can you feel the love tonight, was playing on their screens where Simba and Nala tumbled down the hill. "Did Nala just give him the bedroom eyes?" he asked, and Gauri looked at him in surprise. "Bedroom eyes?" she inquired, and he nodded glancing at her before saying, "Yeah! The seductive eyes, letting him know she is in the mood for some wham-bam! Did you not see that?" he picked the remote, rewound a little and played it from that scene.

"Look, look! Bedroom eyes!" he said and paused at the scene. Gauri looked at the frozen image and shook her head, confidently saying, "No, Oberoi! It's not that. She's shy that Simba's so close to her, and her eyes shine with love!" Omkara stared at her and then rolled his eyes, "Maybe it's that too, but she's clearly horny, dude!" Gauri shrugged and picked the remote, playing the movie, saying, "So what? She's known him for like forever! They know each other in and out. He's her true love, he too loves her; they just don't know it yet. Even if, the way you put it as, she gives him the bedroom eyes, it's the most natural thing to do because they love each other"

Omkara stared at her, surprised, as the song continued playing. Gauri resumed her position, with her head against his shoulders and continued to watch the movie. However, Omkara's mind was plagued with different thoughts, pondering over what she'd just said. He didn't want to point it out to her that Simba and Nala were animals, and they only mated with no emotional connection. However, it was her perspective that intrigued him. According to her, two people had a physical relationship only when they were in love. For her, love in lovemaking was of utmost importance. He could decipher, that while it was obviously a pleasurable deed, she chose to see it as an act to be carried out only when in love and not just for pleasure. It was a reminder for him that she was such a romantic at heart, who believed in love.

"So we'll do it only when we're in love, right?" Omkara asked for two reasons: One, to simply pull her leg, and two, to confirm and to check what she had to say about it. She didn't look up at him, neither did she shy away. He noticed her face had turned slightly warm and pink. However, she shrugged, muttering an "Obviously!" and then telling him to not disturb her while watching the movie.

He smiled, pressing his cheek against the top of her head. He was elated at the fact that she believed falling in love with each other is the most natural thing to do. And given the way they felt for each other with every passing day, he knew they would be there soon. His heart leaped at the anticipation of love and lovemaking with her.

Taking her hands in his, he kissed the back of her hand and her thumb. "Watch the movie, Oberoi!" she grumbled but intertwined her fingers with his. He sighed, pulled her closer into his arms, now eager to watch how Simba would avenge his father's murder by taking over Pride Lands.