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Part 8 – Quality time

After some time, we headed back to our rooms, and I chose to sleep in Shaheer's room with him as from the next day we would stay apart in our homes and would not get to feel the warmth from each other that we craved for.

In one day, our equation had changed completely and for better. From our confession to our cuddles, everything seemed like a dream for me. A dream that came true with the man I admired and loved. We drifted off to sleep in each other's arms peacefully that night basking in our newly brewed love!

May be around 8 in the morning, when the sun rays peeped through the translucent curtains of the room, I blinked my eye lashes struggling to open my eyes and rubbed my fingers over them when I felt Shaheer wriggle a bit and tug his face into my cleavage that was haphazardly peeping out of my tank top. I smiled to see him sleeping peacefully in my secured embrace and how cute he looked while he slept. Waking up in his arms was something that I had never dreamt of... but that moment seemed beautiful than any dream of mine.

I then noticed how our bodies were almost attached to each other, our legs entangled in one another as if we just had that moment to stay together and our life depended on it. Not even an ounce of thought to move apart...

I slowly wandered my fingers in his hair, caressing his clean-shaven cheek with my other hand as an involuntary blush adorned my face perhaps because of my femininity, just like any girl would feel the warmth, affection and secure feeling while being so closely sleeping with her man.

I tightened my grip around him while I bent a bit to kiss his forehead. I let my lips stay there for some moments which probably woke up Shaheer from his deep slumber. He fapped his eye lashes and opened his eyes with a smile which in turn brought a grin on my face too.

"Good morning baby..." I said kissing his forehead again.

"Gooooood morning jaan..." He said in his groggy voice while trying to snuggle up closer to me and kissed my throat.

"Oh wait! You called me baby?" He suddenly lifted his head up and asked me.

"Haan... I called you baby" I said smiling sheepishly to which, he pulled my face down and touched my forehead with his palm enacting to check if I had fever.

"You don't have fever! Then how come you called me baby? Kal tak toh bol rhi thi baby, shona, babu yeh sab cringy hai and all that" Shaheer smirked.

"Tum ekdum ek cute baby ki tarah so rahe the... ab baby nai toh aur kya bulaungi?" I shot back.

"Oh oh... madam apki bache bananeki age hai... bacho ki tarah mujhe dekhne ki nai..." Shaheer giggled softly leaving me all pink and shy.

"Aww Shaheer...! Itne shameless ho na tum..." I hit his arm playfully for teasing me so but joined him in laughing eventually.

"Aree isme shameless ki baat kaha se aa gyi... hahaha what I said is true na?" He said while tickling me near my stomach leading me to giggle and squeal while laughing simultaneously.

"Hahaha... shaheer please...! Oh... ah... stop na...dekho ab mei kya karti hu" I also started tickling him just like the way he did to me. Thus, started our teasing's and tickling's eventually leading to our first pillow fight.

We took the fluffy pillows and hit each other playfully as we tried to dodge each other's strikes we roamed all over the room running behind each other. Finally, when tired, we fell on the bed flat and laughed at how silly we played along just like teenagers in love. Shaheer took my hand in his and kissed it and I reciprocated the same.

"Oh god Shaheer... time dekho! We should get ready soon... flight hai na..!" I jumped from the bed and poked him also to get up as we had just an hour to get ready and also check our packed suitcases.

"Pooji please... will sleep for some more time no" Shaheer whined like a kid pulling me back on to the bed next to him. He spooned me while wrapping his arm around my waist, nuzzling his head into my neck.

"Haye rabba iss munde da ki kara..." (Oh god! What to do with this boy?!)

I mumbled to myself while trying to free myself from his clutches

"Haye rabba iss kudi da ki kara..." (Oh god! What to do with this girl?!)

He said pulling me closer, also surprising me by speaking in Punjabi.

I stopped trying to free myself and turned towards him...

"Aree wah... tussi Punjabi bolde oh.." (wow! You speak Punjabi) I said gleefully, as what can excite a punjaban more than speaking to her in her language.

"Oh oh... I know some 3 or 4 common Punjabi phrases... But now that my baby is with me, I will learn it fully" Shaheer replied nonchalantly surprising me yet again.

"Sheikh saab, now, you called me baby..! Whatever you said earlier stands same for you too no?" I winked hinting at how he had teased me when I had addressed him baby.

"Oh yes... Meri bhi bache bananeki age hai! Toh... toh... chalo phir... dono banate hai babies..!" Shaheer smirked pulling me closer and kissing all over me endlessly, while I laughed off wriggling in his arms.

"Hahahaha... besharam...! Leave me now... abhi time hai unke liye...!" I replied pushing him away from me, while I got up from the bed.

"Shaheer... please... get up. Go get ready in 30 minutes. I'm also going to my room now... chalo utho jaldi..." I literally pulled him from the bed and made him stand in front of me while saying so.

"Tussi jaa rahe ho... Tussi naa jao..." Shaheer whined exactly like the kid in the movie Kuch Kuch Hota Hai making me chuckle at his cute antics.

"Dramebaaz...! Haha...Go now!!" I hit him on his bum while literally I pushed him towards the bathroom.

"Ahh... going going..." Shaheer winced as he dramatically rubbed his behind as if I had hit him hard.

He had become like a naughty kid with me... and I loved this side of him. The version of him which not everyone know about.

"In 30 minutes, you should be ready, okay?" I sternly told him.

"Yes ma'am..." Shaheer bowed to me in response earning another playful smack on his bum but also a tight hug and a kiss before I left to my room.

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Waking up in my girl's arms was the best feeling I ever experienced. I felt so cared, loved and safe in her arms that I did not want to move away from her even for few seconds.

Our little fun banters, our snuggles and cuddles, our first pillow fight, the hugs and kisses that now were countless and impromptu were all like a beautiful poetry alive in the form of us.

As I reminisced our happy moments, I freshened up and took bath. I wore a casual ripped jean pants with a white tee. As usual I applied some moisturizer to my face and arms following by setting my hair. Since, Pooja had made sure we both packed our bags the day before itself, I had less things to pack like the toiletries and my grooming things.

Once I was done with packing, I wore my watch and put on my shoes. I was all set and ready within 30 minutes just like the way my girl wanted me to. I made few calls to the event organizers to check on our flight details and our departure. Then, I called up Pooja to check if she was ready.

"Hello Pooja... ready ho?"

"Hellooo... not yet shaheer"

"Arre wah yeh acha hai... you give me an ultimatum to get ready in 30 minutes, but you are not ready still?! Not fair Miss Sharma" I curled my lips out and wailed.

"Haha... biklul bachon ki tarah complain kar rahe ho... hahaha chalo ab door kholo" she said.

"haha... aa raha hu..." I cut the call and opened the door and was surprised to see Pooja holding the tray of breakfast for us. She was dressed in a denim pants and a red top looking sinfully beautiful with her hair let loose.

"Good morning Sir..." Pooja said with a wide smile on her face.

"Oh hoooo.... Good morning Ma'm! Please come inside..." with a wide smile I invited her. She walked inside the room and placed the tray on the table.

Pooja bent forward and bowed to me in style and said "Here's your breakfast Sir. Please have it. Stewardess Pooja Sharma at your service"

"Haha Pooji... You are too cute and you look beautiful my love" I went forward and took her in a warm hug recalling how I had surprised Pooja in the same way a couple of days back. (Check chapter 3 for reference of his surprise)

"I know that..." Pooja mumbled while hugging me back.

"Haha but my dear this was not needed... hum neeche restaurant mei kha lete na?" I said rubbing her back.

"Haww... here I'm wanting to spend alone time with you before we leave, and you want to eat with 100 people around us?" Pooja lifted her head and said with a pout.

"Oh no baby... if that's the intention then I'm all game!" I said kissing her forehead.

"Me too..." Pooja winked, and we moved apart.

We had our breakfast together, Pooja had ordered food just the way I wanted considering my diet. She bowled me over with such kind gestures often and that's what made her the unique self that she is. We ate and spoke about the flight and other casual things in between our giggles and fun banters. Indeed. Pooja had made our morning breakfast a special one as we spent quality time with each other without being worried about any media people or fans around. We finished our food, made some calls to our dear ones back in India and informed them about our arrival.

Pooja made sure we had packed all things right and haven't forgotten anything in our rooms before we checked out of the hotel. The event organizers had got a car ready to drive us to the airport. We bid adieu to the warm hosts and left to the airport.

The local papparazi at the airport were there to click us when we went there. We posed together casually and went inside for the boarding. Once, inside the airport we had no inhibitions of the media capturing us so we held our hands together as we proceeded toward the queue.

We boarded the plane and sat in our seats that were next to each other. But since we were flying business class our recliner seats were huge enough to separate us for little distance and we already felt the void of being away from each other.

I looked intently at Pooja while she fastened her seat belt. She looked at me and raised her eyebrows asking me what happened. I shook my head and took her palm in mine and kissed the back of her hand. She smiled in response and we had to pay attention to the air hostess's instructions before we took off.

Once, we were high in the sky we spoke about casual things like her shoot in Mumbai and my schedule for my new show Daastan e Mohabbat Salim Anarkali. Then, Pooja herself spoke about my last show Kuch Rang Pyar Ke Aise Bhi and expressed how natural and realistic the show was and how effortlessly the entire cast pulled off their roles. I was elated to learn that she loved my show as much as I loved it.

"Waise... I loved your chemistry with Sonakshi Bose in Kuch Rang!" Pooja smirked as she gave a compliment.

"Sarcastic tha kya?" I pouted knowing that she was teasing me about my ex-girlfriend who played my wife on that show.

"Arre nai... Bilkul nai... Genuinely I loved your pair. Your scenes were so cute... my mom also loved that show and you both specially. Abhi mein unhe bataungi humare baare mei toh I'm sure she will scold me playfully for wrecking your relationship with her! Haha..." Pooja joked but that somehow didn't go well with me as she was now involving her mom also about my past relationships.

"Pooja... seriously? Your mom liked me and her together? Won't this affect us? I'm over her Pooji and you know that... but I can't afford any complications between us... what if aunty thinks I'm a Casanova? What if she thinks I will leave you also? What if she feels weird about me? What if...."

Before I could continue with my rain of questions, my dear lady had sealed my lips with her palm.

"Ssshhh... no what if's Shaheer...kitna over think karte ho tum. Chill... I was joking. My mom is very progressive in her thoughts, she will understand us well and we will have no complications between us. Okay? Once I reach home in Mumbai, I'll call her and tell about us... I'm sure she will be more than happy to know that it's you who has stolen her daughter" with that she had calmed the myriad of thoughts I had just like always.

"Hmm... okay Pooji" I nodded my head while she caressed my cheek with her palm relaxing each tiny muscle that was stressed in me.

We then decided that I will drop her to her house from the airport as we would get some more time to spend together and also for the reason that I could see where she lived. She was happily beaming in joy knowing that she would take me to her house for the first time and I loved the thought of visiting her house, her room, her personal space.

With some more chatting, we decided to watch some music program that played on the TV's in front of us. We started watching together but Pooja ended up dozing off in between while I gazed at my sleeping beauty.

After some time of flying, we landed in our city of dreams Mumbai. We collected our luggage from the luggage belt and headed towards the entrance together. I had asked already informed my driver about my arrival, so he was already present there. We reached my car and dumped our luggage in the dickey and I told my driver to head back home since I wanted to drive the car.

I was thankful that there was no paparazzi were my car was parked nor the pathway that I and Pooja came by. Had they spotted us together, I was sure of reading an article on us in the headlines of various news portals and newspapers.

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Shaheer had insisted on dropping me home so I had agreed for him as I also liked the idea of taking him home for the first time.

He cleverly sent his driver back home so that our drive would be a personal one and we have our "us time". Shaheer like a true gentleman opened the door for me and went back to sit in the driver seat.

For the first time I was sitting in his car, probably a new car since I remembered that he owned a different car while we shot for Mahabharat. While I was lost in admiring the interiors of his luxury car and my thoughts, Shaheer waved his hand in front of me and asked "What happened my love? Comfortable?"

"Absolutely comfortable! It's awesome!" I said rolling my eyes all over the interiors again.

Shaheer blinked his shiny eyes in glee and held my hand.

"Thank you... it was my dream to buy this car" He expressed.

"Awe! I'm so glad you could fulfil your dream hero!!" I said pulling his cheeks as I could not resist such cuteness in front of me. He chuckled at my gesture and asked if we could leave and I replied with a yes.

This was apparently our first drive together so we both were too happy to express. We enjoyed the silence between us while I chose to play songs on the stereo, and I was surprised to hear a soothing old song which was my favourite too and above all the lyrics spoke our current thoughts in mind.

I hummed along with the song... and he joined me in singing with all smiles.

Kuch na kaho... Kuch bhi na kaho...
Kya kehna hai... Kya sunna hai...
Mujko pata hai... Tumko pata hai...
Samay ka yeh pal... Tham sa gaya hai...
Aur iss pal mein... Koi nahi hai...
Bas ek main hoon... Bas ek tum ho...

It was a beautiful moment to cherish as it was our first drive in his car with our favourite song apt for our situation and perhaps to welcome us our city rained adding to our happiness!

I could not have asked for a better comeback to my city along with my love. We enjoyed our drive till my flat with our favourite songs and the rain. Of course, when the ambience is so romantic it does not take a huge penny to guess that we occasionally kissed and caressed each other throughout the drive.

Within less than an hour, we reached my apartment and I told Shaheer to drive to the parking directly since it was raining heavily, and we would get drenched if he parked the car outside. We got down the car and Shaheer helped me move my suitcases to the lift. My flat was in 7th floor so it took some time to reach while we spoke "Pooji... this locality seems great! I loved the surroundings..."

"I love it too... issiliye toh yaha pe flat liya meine. I'm sure you will love my house too baby..." I averred while the lift stopped in my floor.

We headed towards my flat hand in hand, dragging luggage in our other hands. I was excited to take him home, so I walked faster making him chuckle.

"Tan tan naa...! Here's my little cute home Sheikh saab... Padharo..." I dramatically enacted and he pulled my cheeks in glee as he entered inside.

Shaheer was quite impressed with how I had designed my small home with minimal yet elegant décor, subtle colour of beige and white adorning the walls. He loved the small souvenirs I had bought from various countries I had travelled. I pulled his hand and gave him a house tour explaining him each corner that I had decorated as per my choice just like an over excited little girl. I took him to the kitchen, the guest room, the balcony in attached to the hall, showed him the paintings hung on the walls then finally came my room!

"Mere kaksh mei pravesh hetu sajj ho jayiye Arya..!" I said enacting like Draupadi and giggled at my own childishness.

"Hum toh sadaiv sajj hai panchali..." he winked and joined in my goofiness and replied like Arjuna as I opened the door to my room and pulled him inside.

"I can't believe that you are in my room today Shaheer...!" I mumbled as I sat on the bed and let him explore the room.

"Acha... you can't believe I'm here... in your room?" Shaheer asked nonchalantly seeing one of dream catchers hung on the wall.

"Umm no... it feels like a dream" I replied.

"I can make you believe that I'm in your room for real..." he replied with a smirk but I was too lost to notice what his thoughts were up to so I stood up and went towards him.

"Acha ji... kaise?" I asked innocently still not getting his mischievous thoughts.

"Aise..." He said while pulling me close to him in a jiffy and pressing lips on mine. I smiled into the kiss, now realising what his words meant. He smiled too... I knew, though we closed our eyes while we savoured each other's lips passionately this time gentleness nowhere to be seen.

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