The dark grey clouds collided together and growled restlessly as if matching the intensity of his restlessness and rage. He was suffocating on the hurt, smoldering in anger and almost choking on the pain.  The storm of his soul was stronger than the storm brewing in outside world. The defeaning sounds of his silent cries were stronger than the loud orchestra of clouds and rain. Lying in the floor bed of balcony, Sameer changed his side as the frustration kicked in, and patter of rain drops on glass sheet of walls irritated him at his most. It was more than 30 minutes now, when he was seething in the flames of anger.

"Aise kaise usne... Jab bharosa hi nhi karti to pyar aur shadi ka kya matlab... Naina, tum.... Mai jhuta lagta hu use... Dhokebaaj samajhti hai mujhe... Naina, itna hi jana mujhe, jaan... Mai to tumhe khud se, apni jaan se jyada... Jaan ho tum Meri... Itna bhi vishwas nhi kya...",he was mumbling, arguing to himself and to her. But not wanted to say anything verbally. Her questions, her lack of trust effected him deeply, and now his heart was not ready to listen anything. He wanted to be healed, to be consoled, to be loved and all by her only. His anger and disappointment was not gonna end so soon this time.

Here in room, her condition was no less. She somehow gathered her crashed self from floor and walked to the little couch and sat like falling. Dropping her face in her palms, she wanted to cry, to cry endlessly, but wiping her face, she tried to think positive, she tried to stay strong, she tried to look into the matter from a different view, she tried everything she could, she tried very hard, but her courage was deceiving her every single time. Her eyes fell on a frame of his photo, and she restlessly got up to hold that. suddenly a packet from side table fell as she got up with a sudden jerk. She frozed seeing two movie cassettes slipped out from that. Her eyes widened as realized that this was a Friday night, and he definitely came back from office with some plans. She recalled when last week in Delhi, they both missed their in-house movie date. With shivering hands she lifted the cassettes, see the cover and recalled their sweet moment of last movie date, when she wanted to see only Salman. And tonight he brought both movies of Salman only. Her tears once again found the way of her eyes and she cried realizing that how he always fulfilled her every wish.

She had hurt him knowingly or unknowingly, but her pain was not less too. She needed him this time most, she needed him to wipe her tears, she needed that strong shoulders to cry upon, she needed those fingers to careressed her wounds, she needed him and actually craved for him in that moment.

The big room decorated all not on the pieces of their choices but their happy and beautiful memories now. Suddenly the room had started to haunt her, she felt like everything was laughing and mocking on her miseries, no not miseries but stupidity. A realization dawned and she mumbled keeping her palm on her mouth,"Maine unko aise kaise... Bhagwanji, ye kya kiya maine... Agar unko whi sab karna hota jo mummyji ne kha to fr ye kamra, wo gifts, wo sab... Mujhe unse baat karni chahiye...". Restlessly she moved towards balcony, but stopped in midway and mumbled again,"lekin agar wo sab galat hai, to mummyji ne aisa q kha... Unhe kya jarurat thi... Aj tak to kabhi kuch nhi kha, fr achanak se aise kaise...". Once again the doubts caught her senses and she swayed between trust and doubts. Helplessly she threaded her fingers in her hairs and looked up, as if asking help from her bhagwanji. Even after all the suspicions, insecurities and distrust, she had an strong urge to talk to him, and heaving some deep breaths, she wiped her tears and moved to reach him.

She unlatched the door slowly, though he locked the door, but conveniently forgot that it could open from both side, or perhaps never wanted to close all the ways for her to get him.

Her anklets and bangles, like always the jingles reached to him before she could and restlessly changing the side he growled angrily," Naina, jao yha se..."

Naina froze at her place sensing the seething anger in his voice and slowly said,"meri baat suniye ek baar please.. mujhe..."

"Kha naa Maine jao yha se.. mujhe kuch baat nhi karni...",anger ripped through him and he shouted.

"Please, ek baar....",she tried very hard to control her tears and said somehow.

"Naina... Tum jati ho ki mai jau ghar se...",he sat up and screamed as the smouldering anger seeped and hurt kicked in with full force and ended up giving her the same threat he used to give his mother in his childhood.

Though it was just a childish impulsivity of him and wanted nothing but to hold by her instantly, but she herself was not in right condition to get and his loud scream made her scared enough to leave immediately. She actually stumbled some steps, collided with the swing and took some quick steps to go to the room.

She was standing in the middle of the room all clueless and a little scared now. She took some deep breaths and carelessly wiped the tears again. Suddenly realized something and just after five minutes again in the balcony, carefully tiptoed to the bed. He was about to shout again as even after all the carefulness her bangles were crinkling naughtily, but just then she covered him with the blanket properly and leave silently, unknowingly giving him the assurance of her presence, their love and relationship, he was actually craving for.

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Though it was quite impossible to sleep without her, but the cough syrup and the warm blanket helped him to catch a sleep for some hours and now sitting on the bed he was thinking about everything a little calm. As if the tranquility of the beautiful morning helped his rage to cool down and he murmured,"mujhe Naina se baat karni chahiye...."

He reached in the room holding the blanket in hands and looked for her. Naina was sleeping on the love seat, as it was all impossible for her to sleep on that new bed without him, and ended sleeping on small couch folding her legs under her, a little uncomfortably. He looked at her for a long minute, she was sleeping holding something tightly near her chest but hiding from anyone's eyes, he bend over to see and couldn't stop his eyes to get misty seeing it his photo frame only. His heart wrenched seeing those tear marks on her face and leapt with pain seeing her sleeping without any blanket or sheet.

Love, anger, hurt, care, and disappointment, there was a whirlpool of emotions in his heart, but the most prominent was definitely love, and wiping the corners of his eyes slowly he covered her with the blanket in his hand, unknowingly giving him his warmth she cried for almost whole night. She actually smiled a little sensing his familiar scent and feels. A softness took over her face, he sighed in relief seeing her shifting and sleeping comfortably now.

She was sleeping and he didn't want to disturb her, so went to get ready first, but she was still sleeping as it was a little early for his daily schedule,  infact a weekend and also she got the much needed comfort in morning only.

"Naina, ko bta bhi nhi paya ki aj jaldi jana hai...",he was before her and whispered to himself, as neither had heart to break her sleep, nor wanted to leave without informing her. He again swayed between emotions and this time sulked recalling the harsh moments of night and decided to leave. He left with his bag, reached near door, but again felt a strong pull and went back to her, crouched before her, softly kissed her forehead and mumbled,"jaldi aaunga, fikar mat karna..."

He himself didn't know why he done this, but actually felt a pink hue spreading on her cheeks. His fingers itched to touch her but this time controlling himself, got up and leave.

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An angry and hungry boss definitely too much for his employees to endure. He was all sulking, cranky, irritated and a little sick too, as it was a fairly cold day, and even after pulling out, he couldn't help himself to wear that jacket and now sneezing and coughing badly. Everyone was facing the wrath of his restlessness and all could do only pray for themselves. After having five coffees, when he ordered for the sixth one, Nisha came up with his lunch box. His heart did happy somersaults seeing the lunch, but controlling the little smile he just nodded and asked her to keep the box on side table. She left with a hidden smile and sigh, as now could expect a relief from his exasepration.

He opened the lunchbox holding all the hopes high, but closed with a loud thud, when saw the contents. Though it was all his favorite, but just one bite was enough to know that not cooked by her. He hastily looked for any note but again his hopes crashed, anger shot up again and pushing the table with a strong jerk and ordered for a coffee.

Rays of hopes once again flared when phone rang, but once again his hopes turned into frustration when listen Radhe's loud voice. All his day passed swaying between aspirations to yearning and resentment.

After more two hours, when he was summing up for the day, Nisha came and asked,"sir, agar aap bura naa mane to ek baat khu..."

He just nodded in response and thinking something she continued,"sir, aapko radhe se baat kr leni chahiye thi, wo bhut paresan lag rha tha... Kahi kuch..."

"Kya hoga Nisha di... Kuch nhi... Use adat hai chhoti chhoti baato pr paresan hone ki...",he reluctantly dismissed her suggestion.

"Acha Sir, aapko yaad hai kakusa, matlab aapke nanu hamesha kahte the ki rishto ko nibhane ke liye jaruri hai ki agar ek aag ho to dusra pani bane...",she again said a little meaningfully.

"Haa, lekin aap ye mujhe...", lifting his eyes from the table, he looked at her and shrugging her shoulders, she just left without a word. And he too left after a while.

On his whole way he kept thinking on words, of course nanu had told him these words several times too, but couldn't figure out that why Nisha reminded him this today. When couldn't think anything as once again his thoughts wandered around Naina. Suddenly his eyes fell on a street side cart and he couldn't stop himself to get her favorite pav-bhaji packed. Somewhere he knew that she would be hungry too. He really wanted to talk to her now. His restlessness was grown to the extreme possible level now.

"Usko kitne mood swings aa rahe the..."

"Kitni emotional hai wo.... Chhoti chhoti baato me bhi paresan ho jati h..."

"Bhut jyada possessive hai na mujhe lekar..."

His heart already started the process of giving all benefit of doubts to her. And lost in the pool of thoughts, he reached home.

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Sameer jerked seeing Radhe on door and his eyes automatically roamed for her, but she was not in sight.

"Sameer bhaiya... Aap baithiye... Hum coffee late hai...",Radhe said to him in his usual loud tone. He handed him the parcel and asked to serve the contents.

"Naina kha hai...", finally he asked, when couldn't see her even after 10 minutes of reaching.

"Wo bhabhiji to kamre me hai...",the reply was instant but unexpected.

"Room me... Pr is waqt...",he asked again or thought audibly.

"Haa.. room me... Is waqt...",the reply was definitely not from Radhe anymore, but it was vishakha somani.

"Aap...",he looked her shocked and suddenly a worry for Naina cropped up in his heart, and he glanced on Radhe.

"Humne aapko phone kiya tha bhaiya...", Radhe knew what he wanted to ask, and reply slowly with lower head.

"Aap yha achanak... Inform bhi nhi kiya...",he asked to his mother, aahh so called mother.

" Na hello na namaste... Tumne to pehle se hi sare manners bhula diye hai... Ab kya apni biwi ko mna kar diya.. ya fr us low class ladki me ye manners pehle se hi nhi the...",she sarcastically asked, and he felt his blood warming up. But before he could reply she again taunted,"Dopahar se aayi hu, pr us ladki me itni bhi tamiz nhi ki aakar mil hi le..."

Neither she nor her taunts mattered for him, but the information that Naina hadn't come downstairs since noon was really frowned him a bit and he mumbled,"Naina, dopahar se niche nhi aayi... Aise kaise... Uski tabiyt..."

Ignoring her completely, he moved towards stairs and saw kanchan di. she was going to give that pav-bhaji in her room, when he stopped her and said,"laiye mujhe dijiye, mai jata hu..."

"Sameer baba... Wo... Naina bahu ki tabiyt kharab hai.. isiliye wo niche....",with that tray slowly she passed the piece of information too.

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Naina was sitting in a half lying position, with closed eyes and resting her head on backrest of bed. Dressed in a dark blue suit, She visibly looked pale and weak to him. Seeing his chirpie birdie this silent, his heart ached with limitless amount of pain. "Naina...",like a sigh her name escaped from his lips and suddenly every word of nanu and Nisha made sense. He recollected the moments before marriage with nanu, when Nanu tried to make him understand that RELATIONSHIP INCLUDE FIGHTS, JEALOUSY, TEARS, HOPES, ARGUMENTS, FAITH AND DISAGREEMENT TOO, BUT A REAL RELATIONSHIP FIGHTS THROUGH ALL WITH LOVE AND PATIENCE.

"If she needs a answer... i will give her..." Thinking and deciding he stepped in the room.

"Good evening... ",He entered very slowly that she couldn't know even and seeing her deeply greeted all cheerfully.

"Good evening...",her eyes opened surprised and she mumbled softly.

"Dekho mai kya laya hu... Aa jao jaldi se...",he kept the tray on side table and gestured her to come soon. But all she could do just seeing his face with all empty expression.

"Kya hua aao naa... Acha ek minute, mai change karke aata hu...",he said and lost behind the doors of dressing room.

She was seeing him behaving normally surprised and shocked both. As knew very well that he was only enacting being normal, and actually being normal was very abnormal in itself. She was lost in her own notions, when he appeared again and shocked seeing  her still in her earlier position. Slowly walked to her and looked at her. Seeing the medicine strip and hot water bag, he understood that why she didn't go downstairs and ofcourse that tiffin box made sense now, but remembering her condition of last month, he got tensed some more and sitting beside her, he first checked her temperature keeping a hand on her forehead and asked," Naina... Tabiyt thik hai naa... Fever to nhi aaya..."

Physical pain mingled with mental stress made her condition more miserable. But all She did, just looked at him with misty eyes and nodded a no. That mist in her puffy eyes, red nose and dropped lips, everything was more than enough for him to take, and wrapping her in a side hug looping an arm around her, rubbed her arms and said,"aa jao... Pehle kuch khate hai, fr baate karenge." She just hold his t-shirt tightly.

He helped her to get up and walk to the washroom as she wanted to freshen up first.
"Naina... Mrs. Somani aayi hai... Ummm.. tumhe puchh rahi thi, ki tum....",he remembered suddenly and said.

"Mummyji aayi hai...",he felt her trembling badly.

"Hmm.. thik lage to jakar mil lena... Nhi to subah... chali... jana...",his voice took pauses and went several decibels down when saw her Shivering and almost white of scare. But before he could ask, she had already entered in the washroom and he tried to think the reason of her trembles and scare.

She just came out of washroom, and he stood up to help her, but a soft knock on door disturbed the silence of room. And assuring her with eyes he moved to open the door.

"Sunaina, tum....",the words escaped from his lips and froze them both. He looked at her and in a jiffy she walked and locked herself in dressing room. The forgotten hurt returned once again and he looked in her direction all tensed now.

"Kya hua Sameer... Aise darwaje pr hi khada rakhoge kya...", Sunaina tried to seek his attention.

His eyes fell on her again and suddenly he noticed the tray in her hand and the contents. Thinking something he gave her a side and said,"sorry... Wo pta nhi tha naa ki tum bhi aayi ho... Aao naa..."

"Haa.. auntyji aa rahi thi to mai bhi aa gyi tumse milne...",she replied keeping the coffee tray on table and continued,"abhi auntyji ne btaya ki tum aa gye ho, to mai ye coffee bhi le aayi... Socha saath me peete hai...",she conveniently forgot that he was no more bachelor and comfortably settled herself on couch.

Sameer looked at her irritated but pastering a fake smile sat beside her and said," acha hua aa gyi.. aur coffee... Ye to kabse wait kar rha tha mai... Aur masala peanuts, tumhe yaad hai ab tak ki masala peanuts mere favourite hai... Aj itna dil tha naa khane ka, sachhi...",he exclaimed a little louder than ever and stuffed a spoonful in his mouth.

"Masala peanuts... Lekin inko to peanut allergy hai... Hey bhagwanji...", he was loud enough to reach her ears and muttering herself she became all worried. All insecurity, anger and hurt took back seat and her caring instinct kicked in. She quickly opened the door and walked to him. But till then praising loudly he had stuffed himself with two more spoonfuls.

"Aap ye nhi kha sakte... Idhar laiye ye bowl...",she tried to take the bowl from his hand but more than quickly he pulled his hand back and said stuffing one more spoon," kya Naina... Khane do naa... Mujhe to hamesha se..."

"Nhi aap ye kaise... Aise mat kijiye...",she again tried to take the bowl all perplexed and anxious.

"Come on Naina, don't be so jealous... Khane do Sameer ko... Tumhe shayad nhi pta... Ye sameer ke favourite hai, bachpan se...", Sunaina added her version too.

Naina looked at him, his eyes already went reddish. She could see the pain he was going through, but still busy in eating. She tried to reach near him, but Sunaina came in between and again asked her to let him eat. His breaths started to turn heavier, she was seeing the restlessness growing in him. All this was too much for her to take and amidst all this tension, Sunaina annoyed her with her blabberings most. She moved quickly pushing sunaina aside and tightly smacked his hand to let the bowl fell from his hand first and secondly hold Sunaina by her arms, dragged her towards door, and almost threw her out. Though wanted to say something but his hoarse coughs needed her attention more and just banged the door shut on her face. Sameer smirked seeing her taking the charge, and sat breathing heavily and coughing hoarsely.

"Dimag kharab hai aapka... Jante hai naa, nhi kha sakte mungfali... Fr q khayi...",she scolded him but hold him when in try to get up he stumbled and helped him to sit on the bed. "Aap yha baithiye, mai medicine lati  hu..."she took quick steps to bring his medicine from drawers forgetting all her pain suddenly.

"Lijiye ye medicine jaldi...",she extended her hands with his tablet.

"Nhi khaunga koi medicine...",he jerked her hand and sulked, though breathing very heavily.

"Please.. ye koi mazak ka waqt nhi hai... Hum baad me baat karenge...",she firmly replied.

"Nahi... Abhi... Abhi baat... Karni hai.... Q khau medicine... Tum to chali... Chali gyi... Thi... Chali gyi thi mujhe akela.... Uske saath chhod... Chhod diya mu.. mujhe... Fr q khau... Q fikar.... Mat karo... Jao... Jao yha se...",the pain and hurt he tried to supress all came in forth and he asked for her answer. His condition was worsening with each passing moment and it could be very dangerous for him. He was already breathing hard and now coughing and sweating badly too.

"Bhagwanji please...",she muttered very tensed and holding his shoulders said,"please.. please kha lijiye medicine... I promise ki ab kabhi nhi jaungi... I am sorry... Sorry please... Please kha lijiye naa...",tears had found the way of her eyes already and she almost pleaded to him for him only.

He looked at her on the verge of crying and silently took the medicine and she helped him lying on the bed and covered with a blanket. She sat near him, and kept wiping his forehead and neck with a small towel again and again and giving him warm water after short intervals.

It took more than half hour to get his condition a little stable. All this while, his eyes were fixated on her, he was feeling the missing warmth of her love once again. The way she was taking care of him forgetting her pains, slowly healing his wounds of night. Closing his eyes he was soaking in the feeling, when she finally sighed a relief seeing his breathing normal and also coughs lessened. She lovingly careressed his hairs seeing the calm on his face.

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He looked the serene soft divine smile on her face while all lost somewhere. Looking at him visibly but eyes zeroed on something else.  He lifted his hand and touched her cheeks softly and asked,"kya soch rahi ho kabse..."

She jerked and looked at him replied thoughtfully,"soch rahi hu ki allergy to 5 minute me hi itna badh gyi, lekin dawai ko asar karne me kitna time lag gya.."

He looked at her, got up, very well understanding that she was not talking about that allergy or medicine. She immediately helped him setting cushions on his back. He looked at her caring gesture, and replied with equal thoughtfulness," thank God ki tumhe bimari ka pta tha, aur iska ilaj bhi..."

She lowered her eyes understanding him too and leaned to rest her head on his chest and said fidgeting his t-shirt, slowly breaking in sobs,"mai dar gyi thi.. bhut dar gyi thi... Bhut jyada... Aapke dur jane ke khyal se... Aapko khone ke kahyal se... Mujhe to kuch samajh hi nhi aa rha tha..."

He gently wrapped her in himself, rubbed her arms and asked careressing her hairs,"q Naina... Akhir aisa kya ho gya ki tumhara bharosa hi...",he couldn't complete as her sobs were intensifying and he could never see her in tears, breaking down this badly. Thinking something, he exhaled loudly and prepare himself to answer her doubts. He softly cupped her face, wiped her tears with thumbs, nodded a no and said softly"acha suno.. tumhe sunaina ko lekar jo..."

"Nhi...",she interrupted him and said shaking her head in no quickly,"nhi.. sunaina nhi... Wo...",she closed her eyes squeezed shut and holding his hands on her face and continued,"wo mummyji ne kal jab..."

"Hello... ", Naina chirped in her sweet voice.

"Hello... Mai Vishakha...",the voice from another side wasn't expected.

"Mummyji... ",She mumbled, straighten and quickly greeted,"jai shree krishna mummyji... Kaisi hai aap..."

"Ye mai kya sun rahi hu Naina...",she least bothered to bless her and asked a little angry.

"Kya hua mummyji...",she was all clueless.

"You both haven't consummated your marriage till now... Tell me Naina, ye sach hai kya... ",She asked with all attitude of a mother in law.

"Hmm... Mummyji mai... Wo...",she wanted to tell that she had not gotten her question, but interrupted in between by her," hmm... Iska matlab ye sach hai..."

Vishakha took a deep breath and said all smiling,"janti thi mai... Sameer ne kabhi bina brand ki shirt nhi pehni to tumhare jaisi low class ladki ko apni biwi kaise maanega... Kitna kha tha maine papa se ki sameer ki shadi Sunaina se hone de, Lekin unhone to meri nhi suni... Lekin koi baat nhi, Mai aati hu wha... Ye annulment ka notice dena padega court me... 2-3 mahine lagenge process me, tab tak papa ka operation bhi ho jayega... Aur fr is adhure rishte ka anchaha bojh nhi uthana padega mere bete ko... Janti thi mai, Aakhir beta to mera hi hai..."

"Annulment...",she focused only on one word, as being a commerce student very much aware of the term and its implications.

"Haa annulment.... Fr aram se sameer ki shadi dhoom dhaam se sunaina se karaungi, aakhir bachpan ke saathi hai dono... Aur haa, jab tak ye process chalta hai tab tak tum dur rehna sameer se...",she instructed her and hanged up the call.

She repeated the whole conversation before him, and with every revealation his eyes widened, heart ached and hold tightened on her.

"Naina... Tum...",he opened his mouth to say something but interrupted by her," mai... Mujhe kuch bhi nhi... Maine sari zindagi ek anchahe rishtey ki tarah ek bojh ki tarah gujari hai... Ab fr se ek baar whi ehsaas... Mai fr se anath ki tarah... mai bojh... Mai bojh nhi hu naa aap pr... Boliye naa...",she asked tilting her head, jolting him by t-shirt, and breaking in fresh burst of tears once more.

Shock would be definitely understatement here for his condition. With wide eyes he just looked at her totally numbed and expressionless. Neither he was being able to digest that his mother taking this kind of decision without even asking him, and nor he was able to imagine her condition in those moments. Or perhaps he was, yes he could, coz just a thought of getting away from her was so traumatic in itself that he never wanted to imagine even. The word like bojh and anchaha was like a thunderstorm shaking his sanity. He was feeling so helpless and cursed himself, coz not being there with her when she needed him most. Without saying a word, he was just looking at her, breaking down in sobs  and jolting him. His sanity came back when, She dropped her head on his chest and sobs subdued by hiccups.

"Naina...", He exhaled loudly and more than quickly, gathered her closer, infact crashed her, hide her in himself and said,"Naina... Naina... Nhi meri jaan... Tum koi bojh thodi.... Meri jaan ho tum... Pyar karta hu mai tumse, bhut jyada, khud se jyada, apni jaan se jyada... Naina... Tumne ye sab kal q nhi kha...", He couldn't say more as a lump had formed in his throat too, and just pressed her in himself some more.

As soon as he gathered her close, her hands moved so eagerly on his back and locking her hands on his back very tightly, and hiding her face in crook of his shoulder, she said impatiently," Mai bardasht nhi kr payi jab mummyji ne wo su... Pta nhi kya kya soch liya... Please maaf kar dijiye... mai.. mai pyar karti hu aapse... Bhut pyar karti hu.. I.. I really... Really love you so much... I really really love you... Jab mummyji ne kha ki wo aapki shadi... Mai kaise.... Ye sab"

"Sshhh.. chup ho jao Naina... Kuch nhi hoga... Mai tumhe dur kabhi nhi jane dunga.. bas ab aur mat rona.... Jab tum roti ho to dil dukhta hai mera... Please mat ro...",he rubbed her back and stroked her hairs softly. It took a while to when her sobs lessened a bit. Seeing her so broken his heart pained like anything, like someone squeezing his heart in fist tightly. Slowly he loosened his hold, cupped her face and kissed her forehead softly. She closed her eyes, though not crying now but still spilling every now and then, he kissed on her eyes and showered all his love slowly softly on her face.

The pale of her face automatically turned into pink and darkened even more. Her heart thumped violently, when leaning some more he pressed her moulding in himself and whispered I LOVE YOU TOO SWEETHEART in her ears,and then she realized that in those moments of restlessness she had confessed her love to him. Though she wanted to make this moment very special, but the chance had gone now. still thinking to add some memories, she kissed on his heart first, and lifting herself on knees, hold his face. Let her fingers threaded in his silky locks, swirled thumbs in hollow of ears and kissed his forehead.

Unlike him, she just didn't stop there, but let her lips trace outline of his face. She showered him with agonizingly slow but warm kisses on his whole face. The feeling was so fulfilling, so wonderful to be real, but the moment was too heavy to cherish. He smiled inwardly, When she kissed on corner of his lips like teasing him with a tickle of passion, he groaned softly, feeling himself very thirsty, very anxious for her. His hands moved on her with an strange eagerness of desire. The reverie broken, when involuntarily his hands moved and pulled her strongly holding her delicate waist and She whimpered in pain and closed her eyes to cope up with. "Oh god... She is on periods stupid...", he  cursed himself and softly hugged her, rubbed her back and make her lie properly after a long quiet but pacifying hug of yearning.

"Sorry.. mai...",he scrunched his nose and she pinched the same cutely saying,"koi baat nhi..." and shifting a little she cuddled into him, laid holding his waist.

After a long time, they had a genuine smile on their faces, and laid beside, holding each other tightly, they just let themselves soak in the feeling of togetherness. Though she was still a little scared, trying to get out of the pain of losing him, but calm and soothed now. Sameer was a little sad too, bcoz of his mother they almost cropped up with misunderstandings, and even after solving that his mom successfully snatched a beautiful moment of her confession from his life. Though Naina tried to attach some memories with that moment too, but he knew that with these beautiful memories, those scary memories too tagged now forever. He was a little disoriented coz he was very happily satiated taking baby steps with her towards intimacy, but this incident caused a long jump suddenly. He was aware of the questions that must be on the way of her mind, and a little clueless as how to answer her now.

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They both didn't go downstairs as noone was all fine and never for a moment wanted to leave each other alone, but asked for dinner in room only. And slept peacefully in each other's arms.  But there vishakha dazed in anger when after Naina, Sameer too didn't come on dinner or meet her again, least aware of their condition.

"Ek baat puchhu...", Naina asked resting on his chest comfortably.

She hesitatingly continued when he just he hummed in response,"ye consummated kya hai... I mean kya sach me hamara rishta adhura hai... Kya hum sach me koi adhura rishta ji rahe hai..."

All his fears came inforth surely, and thinking something, He tightened his hold on her just a little, kissed on her hairs and said,"Naina, hamara rishta adhura ya incomplete bilkul nhi hai... Aur rahi baat consummation ki, to I promise ki waqt aane pr mai tumhe bta dunga... Tab tak bas mujhpr bharosa karna..."

"Waqt kab aayega... Abhi q nhi bta sakte...", she was one of the curious soul.

"Abhi tumhari tabiyt thik nhi hai, isliye so jao... Mai subah ye sab khatam kar dunga, I promise...",he softly tried to brush away her tension, and changing his side closed his eyes to restraint for anymore questions.

His firm tone and strong words strengthen her courage too, and swiping away all the worries she closed his eyes wrapping herself and him in the warm and cozy cocoon of love and trust.

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The morning was shiny and serenely beautiful. Tranquility of balmy breeze worked like magic and filled their heart with soothing happiness when they opened their eyes together. Muttering a smiling good morning she got up, and feeling still sleepy he closed his eyes once again, as it was a holiday.

After sometime, he had just came out of washroom ready for the day in a sky blue jeans and dark blue shirt. Wiping out his hairs with towel, when saw her getting out of dressing room. His eyes instantly glittered with all the mischievous stars of night, when saw her dressed in a lemon yellow Georgette sari, which had a embellished flowery border and patches of pastel pink and green color. But cursed the time when he took the decision of making a dressing room in their room.

"Naina.. aj saree....",he exclaimed with wide surprising smile.

"Hmm... Mummyji aayi hai to...",she said in low tone.

"Mummyji... Hmmm, tumhari mummyji ke chakkar me mera fayda ho gya...",his tone was full of mischiefs.

Before she could even register his meaning, coming near he quickly encased her waist in his palms. Her breath hitched next moment, when leaning in her, his hands sensually grazed her waist. She moved her eyes from him as the emitting heat of his gaze was too much to take.

Suddenly her eyes fell on something and she said all infuriated, "uffoh... Aap bhi naa...", and the moved from his hold. He looked at her bewildered, but she continued with her blabberings," aj fr towel yha bed pr daal diya... Dekhiye puri bedsheet kharab ho gyi... Aur ye kapde, ye aap insaano ki tarah laundry basket me q nhi daal sakte... Almari se bhi kapde nikalte waqt sab ulat palat kar dete hai... Mujhe to samajh nhi aata ki aapko hamesha sabse niche wali shirt hi q pehnni hoti hai...", annoyingly or a little angrily saying so she sat on the couch with a thump.

He looked at her cute anger with most possible innocent look, thought something, picked up his discarded cloths from chair and moved. She looked at him, narrowed her eyes and asked," ab kha ja rhe hai aap..."

"Naina, ye kapde laundry basket me dalne ja rha hu... Tum hi ne to kha....",he replied softly.

"Maine kab kha ki abhi jakar daal kr aaiye...",she asked again keeping her hands on waist.

"Mujhe aisa lga ki...", he didn't know what to say now.

"Aapko Aisa lga... Wow... Matlab, khud hi kuch sochte hai aur fr mujhe kahte hai ki....",her voice was wet this time and eyes welled up instantly.

Sameer looked at her skipping moods with a deep breath and muttered under his breaths,"hey bhagwanji... Iske mood swings to jaan hi le lenge kisi din meri..." But then quickly moved to her side, softly hugged her in a sweet hug and said,"acha sorry naa sweetheart... Aage se sab dhyan rakhunga... Pakka...  Ab chalo naa breakfast karte hai... Please bhut bhuk lagi hai...", made a cute puppy face.

On an instance, her whole focus shifted to his hunger only, and pushing everything aside she nodded and walked hurriedly.

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Her moving steps froze seeing her mother in law and Sunaina in living room. She hesitated for a moment, but just then his hands looped around her shoulder giving her assurance in a blink. She walked to Vishakha and bend to touch her feet,"Jai Shree Krishna mummyji..."

"Are wahh... Badi jaldi yaad aa gya tumhe...", taunting was more important for her then blessings.

"Sorry mummyji...kal actually tabiyt thik nhi thi...", Sameer fumed up but she replied politely.

Vishakha made a bad face, and excusing to see the preparations for breakfast, she took a leave for sometime, as felt a very awkward silence.

After sometime on breakfast table, when she was serving food, Sunaina signalled something to Vishakha and remembering something she said,"Naina... Tum low class ho ye to pta tha mujhe, Lekin basic manners bhi nhi hai, ye kal hi pta chala..."

"Kya hua mummyji... ",Her hands shivered and she asked slowly, but sameer almost throw the spoon in plate making a noise.

"Tum... Tumhari himmat kaise huyi Sunaina ki insult karne ki... Wo meri guest hai... aur Is ghar se uska rishta bhi...",she said angrily but interrupted as sameer stood up with a loud thump on table.

Naina walked to him immediately, hold his hands for stopping him to say something or walk out. She looked at him and then Sunaina. She was smirking on her victory, but all the images of him struggling for breaths came before naina's eyes and she replied not so polite this time," maaf kijiye mummyji.. kal to kya, lekin ye, iski coffee aur wo peanuts agar fr se inke aas pass bhi dikhe to I swear ki sirf room se hi nhi ise mere ghar se bahar nikal dungi mai... Baki aapki guest hai to ise kahiye ki guest ki tarah hi rahe..."

Sameer pursed his lips to restrain the smile, seeing his fiery princess in charge again. Vishakha took a back hearing the mention of peanuts and looked at Sameer a little worried. Sameer was looking at her only and sensed that little tinge of worry too, but before he could see that clearly, she composed herself and said shouting on anger almost,"Naina... Tumhari himmat kaise huyi ye...."

"Bas kijiye... Aap mere saamne meri wife ki aise insult nhi kar sakti...",she couldn't complete as interrupted by loud voice of Sameer who couldn't take more of this.

"Tum... Tum is ladki ke liye, mujhse aise baat kar rahe ho, mujhse... Ye ladki...", Vishakha pointed at Naina and asked him.

"Mrs. Somani... Wo ladki biwi hai meri, aur uska naam naina hai...", he said ignoring her dramatic expressions.

"Come on Sameer... Tum iske liye aunty se aise kaise...",this time Sunaina tried to interrupt.

"Chup ekdum... Guest ho na tum, to better hai guest ki tarah hi raho...", he warned her pointing a finger on her.

"Biwi... To ye tumhari biwi hai... Wow... Jab tum dono ke bich husband wife jaisa kuch hai hi nhi... Jab itne dino me kabhi tumne use biwi ka haq diya hi nhi to ye biwi kaise huyi... Maine already lawyer se annulment ke liye...",she said all sarcastically but informed him in last.

Naina shivered listening this, but holding her immediately he said loudly,"Bas kijiye aap... Dimag kharab ho gya hai aapka... Sharam nhi aati kya...kisi bahar wale ke saamne apne bete aur bahu ki bedroom life discuss kar rhi hai..." Sunaina shifted in her chair uncomfortably when mentioned as 'baharwali'. But thinking something he added this time a much calmer tone,"well... as you are suddenly being so concerned for me, so this is just to inform you that yes we have consummated, and very well consummated our marriage, that too just in second week of our marriage."

"Lekin isne toh...",vishakha pointed shockingly on Naina.

"Please... Ab har koi aapke jaise apni bedroom life sabke saamne discuss nhi kar sakta naa... Kuch logo me thodi sharm baki hai abhi...", he was very sarcastic this time.

"Naina jra coffee ke liye bol do please...", seeing her looking at him shockingly he said to her to give her some time to take in. As soon as she left the scene, leaning a little on vishakha's side he whispered,"aur ek baat btau aapko... Mai naa apni biwi matlab apki bahu se bhut jyada pyar karta hu... Itna ki ek din bhi alag nhi reh sakta... Aur waise bhi dekha hai naa aapne Naina ko.. kitni hot kitni pyari hai meri naina... Koi pagal hi hoga jo itni khubsoorat biwi se alag rahega... Mai to wo vishwamitra bilkul nhi hu..."

Vishakha shifted a little uncomfortably listening his intimate talks and  sunaina walked out in frustration. Vishakha saw her leaving and went behind her quickly.

"Are wo dono...", Naina came back and asked seeing the table empty.

"Chhodo unhe... Aao hum nashta karte hai...",he tugged on her hand and made her sit beside himself and served her plate.

"Acha sweetheart... Mai soch rha tha kahi ghumne chale... Aj chhutti bhi hai.. chalo kahi bahar chalte hai...",while eating he asked suddenly as badly needed a get away from this heaviness.

"Kha chalenge...",she nodded happily but asked.

"Umm... Shopping chalte hai, makar sankranti aane wali hai naa... Ya fr jha tum kaho...",he said thinking.

"Nhi shopping nhi... ",She scrunched her nose then added thinking something deeply,"Umm... Haa... Ek jagah hai, meri favorite, wha chalenge...",she asked and he nodded all delighted.

They had their breakfast cheerfully and laid a plan for the day too. Finally it was going to be a happy weekend.

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