Silence prevailed in between them.... Until the last sip of coffee was gulped..... Yet eyes did lot of talking.....

His gaze a bit dark... At her wet locks of hair.... That loose shirt she was wearing..... Making her look tempting enough......

She tries to kill the moment... As his gaze is making her nervous...

Many difficult questions coming her way..."sir... Is this you"..... She smiles... Ear to ear.... Looking at a chubby little kid in the photograph... Riding a bicycle.... He smiles and nods....

"sir... You were so cute.... I could just wish.. I could kiss those cheeks..." she was lost in cuteness of her baby mentor...... But next moment realised her blooper.. And bit her tounge...

"i mean... U were really chubby then"

She gave an awkward smile....

"haan... Jaanta hun... Mujhe school me rasgulla keh  kar chidhate the...." he confesses.... She laughs.....
Turning pages further... He suddenly realises what lays further ahead...

"naina..skip that page please...."

He jumps off his seat..

"sir... Please.... Kitne cute pics he... Mujhe dekhni he..."
He makes a face.. As if about to cry....

"tum itni ziddi kyu ho..." he looks so cute and kissable... But she resists an urge.. To give in.... To his cuteness... Too curious of what's in that photo
He tries to snatch the album... From her hand.... But she escapes.... Climbing on the sofa...

"cadet singh get down... Its an order..."

She is giggling and turning pages...... He climbs the sofa too.....

"naina.. Wo photographs.."
"dekhen to.. Aisa kya he..." she mischeviously turns the page...

"naina.. No" he tries to snatch... The album.. But she is fast... She gets down the sofa..

He gets down.. And she loses balance.... And falls on him...

Her tender form.... Over him...
Their faces so close.... She could feel his breath... On her cheeks.....

His gaze fixed to her eyes..... Hypnotizing her

Her hair... Falling on his face..the fragrance of lime and honey.. shampoo...and roses.... Maybe her shower gel.....
Too tempting..... And fresh...

Tough he tried hard to resist.... But her softness against his chest...... His fingers on her waist....... It was a different moment altogether....

Teri nazar me nayi si ada he...
Naya sa nasha bhi ghula he..
Kahi dino se bandha tha badal jo...
Teri hi baalon me khula he.....
Teri hadon me.... Meri basar he..

Ab tujhe bhi jana kidhar he....

Jahan rahe tu.... Mai wo jahan hu..
Jise jiye tu.... Mai wo sama hun...
Teri  wajah se naya naya hu....
Pehle kaha na maine... Ab ye tumse kehne laga hun...
Tujh ko jo paya....
To jeena aaya.....

They want to step out of the moment... Or to freeze it forever...... Its difficult to decide....

His cologne..
Making her mind go bonkers...

"uh... Naina"

"hmm" still lost in those orbs... She whispers..

"my leg.... Its... Hurting... Could you.." she realizes.... Their state... And they both get up....

Tidying themselves..... Trying to relive... The moment of closeness ... And silence. Those chirping birds inside their tummies....
She grabs the album again.. And he sighs... Accepting defeat.. Or moreover .. Trying to get over the awkwardness that sudden intimacy had created.....
She starts laughing.... Loud... Looking at him.. Dressed in a girls frock... And a hairband...

"wo meri mom.. Ko adat thi... Bachpan me... Mujhe frocks me dress uo karke photos click karne ki.... Unhe.. Ladki chaiye thi na.." he confesses...

"sherry ke aane ke baad... Wo hobby pe rok laga di papa ne..... Thank god for that..."

She smiles... As he sighs..

"kisi ko  bataogi to nahi na... Cadet singh..." he asks cutely scared...
"don't worry sir.... It will be our little secret" she whispers mischeviously ... And he smiles....

"ye photographs hamare graduation parade ki hai na...."

He smiled....
"haan... Usi waqt suriji se ek extra copy maangli thi..... It was a really special day...."

Her lips curved in a smile too....as her mind travelled to all those days left behind....

"aap ko pata he... Usi din ali aur pooja ne apne parents se baat ki thi..... For their marriage...." she blurts excitingly...... Viewing a few other photos of them..

"waqt kitne jaldi guzar gaya na sir" she said casually... Lost in that album......

"mere liye to theher sa gaya tha.... Us din ke baad....." he uttered... Looking at her continually.... With a longing... While she was lost admiring memories..... Or rather... Avoiding his  gaze... Afraid... That it might unlock... What she has been hiding in those closets... Since so long..

" ek baat puchun.." but heart doesn't nt always rule in favour of calculated decisions the mind takes..... And words spill like they have been dying to let out..... She couldn't help ask...

"zaroor pucho....." he smiled.... As it was quite a while someone had bothered him with silly questions....

"aap ne ab tak shaadi kyu nahi ki.... I mean.... Everyone else. Has settled.... Aap..." she was quite unable to figure.... What to ask..

"wo.... Nandini mam... She was back too..... Unhone. Hi To us trial ko aapke favour me turn kiya tha....."

"cadet naina ah singh.... Aap kehna kya chahti he... Saaf labzon me kahengi" he was now curious....

"mera matlab sir wo......" she started fumbling....

"saawal to me re pas bhi he... Aapko puch ne. Ke liye.... Par.... Us se pehle.... I think u deserve an answer....
Me aur nandini sirf acche dost the... Aur colleagues.... Aur jis ke saath.... Kuch mehsoos kiya... Zaroori nahi ke wo hamesha aapko mile." him collecting the. Coffee mug..... And turned his back at the basin counter...... Not facing her...

" aap kya jaan na chahte he sir"her voice got hoarse..... At his revealation.....it was becuase of this reason.. That she had left..... Not wanting to create more problems for him..... Letting him start a happy life with her... Decided never to tell him.... What lay in her heart for him.....

"jaan ne samajh ne ko to bohot kuch he. Naina....." he looked at her...his expressions serious.....

"par filhal itna waqt ki pabandi he....." he says....."fir kabhi.... Agar kismat ne mauka diya to.... Zaroor puch lunga..."

Her eyes well up... At his decision... Of yet again..
Letting things go unsaid....
She should be relieved... As he didn't bother her with a few difficult questions which she hasn't yet figured an answer..... But.... Now she was feeling so hurt.....

"Par.... I m curious....about one thing"

He walks towards her... Switching the radio on....

Humming the song being played......

Forwarding the had politely bowing down in front of a confused cadet singh....

"may i...." making her on her feet..

"aapko ab bhi yaad he yaa aap bhool gai.... Dance lessons..."
She smiles....

"how could i ever forget.... Sir" she smiles.....

Pal pal dil ke paas....
Tum rehti ho

It started as gentle... Innnocent formal dance initially....
They giggled....
And laughed... As he twirled her...

"galat... Cadet singh..." "aap sab kuch bhool chuki he"

She frowned..

"... Koi baat nai.... I ll teach u again... take ur right foot forward ..." he keeps instructing
As they dance....

Song switches... And their bodies warm up......

But slowly pace of their moments increase...

Humko mili he aaj ye... Ghadiyaan naseeb seee

Jee bhar ke dekh lijiye... Humko... Kareeb se...

Fir aap ke naseeb mein ye raat ho na ho....
Shayad fir is janam me mulamat ho na ho
His dark eyes... Firm hand on her waist.... Pulling her so close.... That she ends up startled.....

But he doesn't seem to budge...

Her eyes like a doe... Asking his passionate one's.....
And his dark ones replying.. That his intentions.... Are not as pure... As his hand on her waist travels slightly... Only slightly below..... Resting on her lower waist.. Partly.. And partly on a place.. Making her heart race.... And throb... And a gasp she lets out...as she swings with him... Slowly....

"paas aaiye.... Ke hum nahi... Ayenge baar baar...

Baahein gale me daal ke hum role zaar zaar....
Aankhon se fir ye pyaar ki barsaat ho na ho..... Shayad fir is janam me... Mulakat ho na ho.... Lag ja gale se..... ...."

Her eyes well up.... And this closeness....so desirable.... So soothing .....

She rests her head on his  shoulder.... Their fingers entwined.... Him rubbing her knuckles.... Making a havoc... Inside
While her moist skin and hair... Making him lose his senses..
He is so tired of supressing his desires.....
He had burnt them down hoping to never think of her that way again...
But.... Everynight... She ruled his dreams...

Everyday.... He woke up...with her beside him.... His own version of her... That filled her absence.....

But having her... The actual her... Close to himself... Ignited the fire inside him...

He flipped her.. In a way... His head resting on her shoulders.. And fingers caressing her belly.... Which she held tightly..... As unable to endure the torture....

His lips.... Pulling down the collar of her shirt... Planting.... Soft kisses on her wet skin..... Whilst holding her so firmly... That she had no means to escape..

Her heart beating so loudly..... Hands shivering...... Legs jelly.... But she doesn't want to stop him for a single moment.....

He nuzzles her neck..... His wet lips... And also... His tears.... .... She could feel... While they still twirl to the beats.... Of music.

They remain like that for a while..... His lips....not steady for a moment....
His shirt...on her askew... Exposing her shoulder.... Milky...with a cream coloured strap..... She chews her lips... At the awareness of what they are doing.....

He flips her again.....

His face... Buried in her neck.. Still... While she is rubbing hands on his back.... Sometimes.... And sometimes on his hair.... Not knowing herself what she is doing.....

His head raises..... As hus caresses go wild...

He pulls her so close... Not allowing air to pass.... Between them... Groping her..
Impatiently.... While she encourages him.... By pulling him close instead of pushing away......

Their bodies as if under a spell....
His eyes drugged....

His wet tongue .... Boldly.... Moving on her cheeks.... Wiping those tears.....
His lips grabbing her cheeks wetting them....

His hands... Rubbing her hips..... While hers rubbing his back..... Nails digging his flesh......

Unaware of the music that has stopped..... The silence... And just their laboured breaths... And gasps disturbing it......

He digs his teeth..... In her skin.. And she moans.... Sexily..

He gets so aroused by her moans.... Encouraged to do that more... Marking her neck..... Shoulders.....

His hand... Trying to travel their way up..... Towards her bosom..... As her shirts shifts... A little down....

Her cleavage partially visible.....

While she is lost in his sturdy arms...... As he timely flips her around..... A d then swings her back..... She is aware of some strange sensations... She is feeling down... Ans their bodies.... Rub each other... Down... There..... In the act......

Shifting her hair to have a proper access to her neck....

He turns her around.....
. And is about to grab her lower lip in his arrest..... As she breathes heavy..... In anticipation...

Her phone.... Rings..... For the eleventh time.... Breaking their moment.....

And she hurriedly frees herself from his arrest..... And runs in the  bedroom... Where she has left the phone.... ..... Breathing heavily....
While he is left..... There..... Closed eyes.....calming his nerves..... Registering what happened now...

But surprisingly... Not a trace of regret..... A little uncertainty may be... But no guilt.....

She recievesthe phone...

"haan ... I will reach in time..."

"haan hann... Yahi lucknow me hun.. Raat bhar.. I will call you before i board the flight...."

"arjun.... Trust me baba... I will come as soon as i get back in delhi.... Pakka..."...
"are... Don't worry..... I am safe" ...... "Miss you..too..."

Her conversation with arjun... Unintentionally heard by him..... Wondering... Who this overprotective guy was....
Is she....
A wave of anger hitting him...

She comes out.. Changing..
"sir... Wo aap bhi tayyar ho jaiye..... Flight board karne ke liye... Ek ghanta pehle pohonchna zaroori he......" she says casually.... While color of his face is pale......