part 2

"No,"—Daren, who had stepped into the role of a husband just twenty-four hours ago, seemed determined to have his way—"Not yet."

"I'm hungry," she said.

"Me too," Daren tried again.

"Your kind of hunger never gets satisfied," Saya pulled herself away with determination.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Daren smirked wickedly.

"No, it's not," she replied. "Now let me go and arrange for some real food."

"Fine—later then!"

"Later what?"

"After you eat, my hunger…"—Daren slid his face under the covers.

"That hunger can wait," Saya tried, unsuccessfully, to stop him. "First things first."

"Alright," Daren loosened his hold on his incredibly beautiful newlywed wife after one last playful tease under the blanket. "Go on then… you'll remember what a generous and gallant man you ended up with."

"And," Saya said as she got out of bed, "who exactly is this generous gallant man?"

"That would be me," Daren grinned theatrically.

"Oh dear," she smirked. "My dear newly acquired husband, after trampling over Hatim Tai's grave, would you now arrange for this humble maid's meal?"

"Right away," Daren said, reaching for the phone on the bedside table as Saya walked toward the bathroom.

When Saya returned five minutes later, she saw Daren.

And in that moment, she thought to herself how incredibly lucky she was to have landed someone as handsome and dashing as him as her husband. This single thought sent a warm blush to her cheeks.

Their eyes met.

The next moment, Saya, who had been ready to head for the shower, abandoned that plan and dove back into bed, wrapping herself around Daren.

His phone, still in his hand, fell somewhere—who knew where—completely forgotten.

And once again, the room was shaken by a storm.

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The honeymoon couple spent the entire afternoon locked in their room. Eventually, when they were truly exhausted, they finally stepped out to explore the city.

They wandered through the local market, shopping, before heading to Cape Town Harbor Beach.

Hand in hand, barefoot on the sand, they watched the sun slowly sink into the distant ocean. The golden sky gradually darkened into deep blue before they finally made their way back to the hotel.

Then another storm.

Then again—after that.

"So, what's the plan next?" Saya asked, two hours later, fresh from a shower, brushing her hair in front of the mirror.

Lying in bed, Daren's eyes immediately lit up with mischief as he moved toward her.

"Don't you dare," Saya warned, catching his reflection in the mirror. "I just changed into fresh clothes."

"Such a waste of effort," Daren remarked. "They'll be all over the place again soon anyway."

"Absolutely not," she countered. "Tonight, we are going out for drinks and dinner."

"Nice," Daren nodded. "And after that, we get back to work."

"No work," she quickly corrected, knowing exactly what he meant. "After that, we come back and quietly sleep."

"Quietly?"—Daren stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her—"Alright, fine. You are way too noisy anyway."

"My hair!" Saya struggled, trying to free herself.

"My love."

"Let me go."

"No."

"Please let go!"

"Fine—but later."

"Later can wait," she said. "First, let's go out for dinner."

"I can just order room service."

"No, not here."

"Why not?"

"I want to go out."

"Why?"

"Because I want to have dinner at an open-air restaurant."

"Hmm… so Her Majesty wishes to dine under the open sky."

"Yes," Saya locked eyes with him. "With you."

"Alright then."

"Then get ready."

"I've been ready for ages," Daren pulled her close with a smirk.

"You're always ready for this one particular thing," she freed herself from his grasp. "Now hurry up, we're getting late."

"I never left, so how can I come back?"

"No one can outtalk you."

"Yet you keep trying!"

"Alright, enough of this," Saya reminded him of their actual plan. "Get to the real task now."

"The real task will happen later when we return," Daren locked eyes with her. "But for now, I understand what you mean."

Just then, the elevator arrived on their floor.

The two of them stepped out together.