"Aap raat ke khaane ki taiyari kar lijiye, main zara Sameer ko dekh leti hun... ho sakta hai usse kuch chahiye ho." Naina told Ramdhari, wiping her hands before leaving the kitchen.

Sameer paced in the room, hitting a fisted hand on the palm of other.

"Yeh Naina bhi na... sabka khyaal hai bas mera hi nahi hai... jadoo se yeh pata kar sakti hai ki main office se jaldi aane wala hun, yeh pata nahi chalta ki mujhe uski zaroorat hai? Kitni der se kitchen mein lagi hai... arre, Ramdhari hai toh sahi... woh khushi khushi karta hai sab kuch... lekin nahi, Naina ko uski bhi madad karni hai." He grumbled, a deep frown on his forehead.

Realising what he just uttered, he gritted his teeth, "Matlab uss... uss Ramdhari ka bhi khyal hai par apne pati ka nahi.. huh... isse achha munshiji ki baat maanta hi nahi main... wahin office mein hi rehta... tab jaake meri qadr hoti Naina ko... yahan main mara jaa raha hun uske liye aur usse pyaz tamatar kaatne se fursat nahi mil rahi... main na... main na ghar mein khaana banana hi band karwa dunga... bahar se mangwa lenge... pyar se zaroori hai kya khaana?"

Walking in anger, he didn't pay attention to the couch and banged his leg on it.

"Ahhh," he doubled, holding his knee, "dil ka dard kam tha jo ab chot ka bhi dard bardaasht karo?"

Limping towards the bed, he sat down with a thud, "Ab main bhi Naina se baat nahi karunga... usse meri parwaah nahi hai na... toh main kyon uske liye sochun... Naina Maheshwari, dekh lena... mere paas bhi bohot saare kaam hain... ab main bhi nahi aane wala tumhare paas... tum kaato jo bhi alu tamatar kaatna hai tumhe."

Naina reached the door when he was sitting down on the bed. She heard his rants, smiling to herself.

When he was done cribbing, she made some noise to make him aware of her arrival and entered the room. He turned to look at her, then quickly turned his face, remembering his resolve. She walked slowly towards him. He kept his gaze fixed to a point ahead.

"Umm, Sameer, ab kaisa lag raha hai? Tabiyat theek hai na tumhari? Thakaan utari ya nahi?" She stood next to him.

He pursed his lips, without looking at her.

She touched his forehead, "Thode garam toh ho... lekin bukhar nahi hai... shayad garmi ki wajah se maatha garam hai."

She waited, but he neither spoke up nor spared a glance.

She kneeled in front of him, watching the grim line of his mouth, "Baat nahi karoge mujhse?"

He stayed quiet.

She placed a hand on his knee, "Tumhare liye cake banaya hai... tumhe pasand hai na? Bas isiliye thoda time lag gaya."

Silence.

"Sameer, sorry... please baat karo na." She cupped his cheek.

More silence.

She decided to change her stance.

"Waise garmi toh sach mein kaafi hai... itni der tak kitchen mein rehne se mujhe bhi lag rahi hai." She got up, walking towards the dresser, piling up her hair on top of her head.

He could not stop himself from staring at the deep back of her blouse, royal blue in stark contrast with her milky skin.

She unpinned the pallu, her back at him, and slid it from the shoulder, fanning herself with it, "Saree mein aur bhi garmi lagti hai."

"Aur iss saree ki wajah se jo yahan garmi badh rahi hai uska kya?" He muttered under his breath.

"Tumne kuch kaha?" She turned abruptly.

He gulped. With the hair tied in a knot over her head and only the edge of pallu in her hand, the vast expanse of her visible skin was making him dizzy.

He wanted to but could not tear his eyes away.

"Kuch nahi kaha? Pata nahi kyon mujhe aisa laga... chalo koi nahi... main zara change karke aati hun." She left the pallu, letting it slid down to the floor.

It took all his willpower to remain seated.

But when her hands went behind her neck to untie the dori, he could wait no more, reaching her in a flash.

"Maine kaha tha na dori main... " He hissed, grasping her wrists, pinning her hands to her sides.

She spoke up before he completed his sentence, a smile hinting at the corners of her mouth, "Dori tumse hi khulwati... main toh sirf yeh haar nikal rahi thi."

They looked at each other in the mirror... his eyes dark and complaining... hers shining with mischief.

Gradually, his gaze started to take in the complete picture. Her narrow waist was bare, the pallu now spilled on the floor. His eyes moved up. The view made his already shaky breath get constricted in his throat. He stepped closer, pressing himself on her back. She drew in a sharp breath.

He left her wrists, moving his hands up her arms, "Main gussa hun tumse."

"Kyon? Maine kya kiya?" She feigned innocence.

He unclasped the necklace, taking it off, "Tum kab se door bhaag rahi ho mujhse... ek toh aadha din main yahan tha nahi aur wapas aaya toh tumhare paas time hi nahi hai mere liye."

She held one ear, "Sorry."

He looked away, twisting his lips to show that he was still angry.

"Jab koi sorry bole toh maaf kar dena chahiye... tadpana nahi chahiye." She pouted.

He looked at her reflection, his eyes accusing, "Achha? Jaise tumne mere dil ko tadpaya?"

Her heart went out to the sadness in his eyes. She just wanted to tease a bit but he was really hurt. And now, after hearing about his lonely days from Ramdhari, she wanted to go back in time and erase all the sadness and tears from his life. Though she knew he wasn't really annoyed, his last sentence brought back Ramdhari's words to her mind... how he sat alone in this room, crying. Her eyes pooled up. Turning in his arms, she hugged him tight, taking him by surprise.

"Sorry Sameer, please mujhe maaf kar do... maine tumhe time nahi diya... abse mera saara time sirf tumhare liye hoga." Her voice was choked.

He was taken aback.

"Naina, tum ro kyon rahi ho? Main toh bas ched raha tha tumhe... gussa nahi hun... matlab thoda sa tha kyonki tum mere saath yahan aayi nahi par tumhe pata hai na main tumse naraaz nahi reh sakta." He rubbed her back, comforting her.

She looked up at him with misty eyes, "Tumhari khushi se badhkar mere liye kuch nahi hai, Sameer."

He held her face within his palms, "Arre main sach mein gussa nahi hun ab..."

Next moment she tucked out the saree. His breath got stuck in his throat.

And then, she spread the saree in air, letting it fall on them like the yellow one on the terrace. He looked at the soft, pink veil covering them as she shifted closer.

Her brown eyes shone with flecks of his own needs, enticing him. Her hands went around his neck, pulling him down, till their lips were just an inch apart.

"Main tumhe tadpane ka kabhi soch bhi nahi sakti... mere liye tumse zaroori kuch nahi hai... na kabhi hoga... kyonki meri pehli aur aakhiri zaroorat tum ho... sirf tum... I Love You, Sameer." Her voice was soft, firm, deep and husky at the same time.

He was filled with both love and longing... at the same time.

Her lips lightly touched his... he was lost as she gave feathery touches all over his mouth, increasing his hunger. He held her waist, the broad palms covering her bare skin. She continued to lightly trace his lips with her own. He wanted to taste those luscious, tormenting lips but she went on with her slow kisses.

When he could bear no more and was ready to take control, she suddenly took him for a hard kiss, pressing herself into him. He forgot to breathe as her tongue invaded his mouth, with full control. His senses dulled, desires flared up, eyes rolled back, hands pressed on her back...

They had no idea how long the kiss lasted... they had no intention to end it had it not been for the sole reason to breathe.

Just a few gulps of air and he went back, plundering her mouth with his demands this time, crushing her against his hard chest.

When he parted, he had to hold her tight, to keep her standing. Her legs had given up, she clutched him for support, breathing heavily.

He looked at her face, flushed and glowing with the tinge of pink curtain around them reflecting on her skin. Her closed eyes looked darker with the kohl slightly smudged. The knot she had piled up on top of her head was loosely hanging around her nape, several tendrils falling on her face and neck. He could feel the rapid rise and fall of her curves along his chest, making his hammering heart go on a wilder beat.

Her complete disheveled look made him go mad.

"Naina, meri Naina." He whispered, gloating over her.

She opened her eyes, looking into his. The feeling that resulted from the fact that someone belonged to him... completely and forever... had brought a calmness to his eyes though they were filled with passion. She breathed in satisfaction.

"Tumhari Naina... hamesha ke liye... tumhara saath, tumhare paas... ab iss kamre mein aansuon ki koi jagah nahi hai." She smiled, threading her hands through his hair.

His eyes clouded in confusion. She realised her folly.

"Woh tumne kaha tha na... iss kamre ki deewaron ko phoolon se sajaa ke yahan ki sab aansu bhari yaadein mitani hain." She quickly covered her slip of tongue.

Sameer should not know what all Ramdhari had mentioned to her today.

His eyes glittered, "Lagta hai phoolon se sajana hai yeh kamra phir se."

The pink on her cheeks became darker, "Aisa kab kaha maine?"

"Toh nahi sajana?" He raised a brow.

She narrowed her eyes, caught in his web of words again.

"Hato." Not able to say anything, she turned to face the mirror, pulling away the saree from over them.

He kept his arms around her waist, keeping his chin on her shoulder, "Main toh roz saja sakta hun... lekin sach baat yeh hai ki phoolon se zyada achi khushbu tumhari hai, unse zyada nazuk ho tum, kisi bhi phool se kahin zyada sundar, aur hamesha mere paas rehne wala mera apna khaas phool... iss khusbu, iss nazuk khubsurti, iss pyari se chehre ke aage mujhe kisi aur phool ki zaroorat nahi hai."

She looked at their reflection, becoming aware of her state of undress. She was conscious seeing the dipping neckline of her blouse. Her eyes darted to his face. He had seen the direction of her gaze.

With a lopsided smile, he bent his head a bit. Her hand instinctively came up to cover her front.

"Uff Naina, kitna sharmati ho abhi tak... aise kab tak chalega? Kuch toh seekho apne pati se." He teased.

"Sameer, mujhe... mujhe change karna hai." She squirmed, feeling more conscious as his hand grazed her belly, his thumb tracing the hem of her blouse.

"Kar lo." He kept his gaze fixed on her.

"Jaane do." She pleaded.

With a sigh, he left her.

When she came out of the washroom few minutes later, she was wearing a dress... the same blue dress he was eying a few hours back.

"Naina, main thodi der pehle hi soch raha tha tumhe iss dress mein dekhun." He told her in an excited voice.

"Pata hai." She said casually, brushing her hair.

His eyes rounded in wonder as he came back to stand behind her, "Pata hai? Kaise? Tum toh thi bhi nahi kamre mein."

She shrugged.

He held her shoulders, narrowing his eyes, "Sach batao Naina, tum jadoo janti ho kya? Aisa ho hi nahi sakta ki jo maine socha woh tumhe yun hi pata chal jaaye... har baar... pakka jadoo aata hai tumhe... haina?"

She chuckled, "Arre baba jadoo ki kya zaroorat hai ismein... maine jab cupboard khola toh yeh dress wahan nahi rakhi thi jahan maine isse rakha tha... aur iski teh bhi thodi khuli thi... main samajh gayi ki tumne isse nikala hai... bas maine isse hi pehen liya."

He was amazed at her observation, "Kamaal hai... main toh kabhi dekhta hi nahi mere kapde kal ki jagah pe hain ya kahin aur."

She turned to face him, pinching his cheeks, "Kyonki tum buddhu ho."

He wrapped his arms around her, "Yeh batao, iss buddhu ko iska meetha kab milega."

"Haww, abhi kya mila tha? Aur office se wapas aaye the tab bhi... Sameer, tum na... "

He placed a finger on her lips, "Kitni besharm hai meri biwi... main toh cake ki baat kar raha tha... tumne itne pyar se banaya hai mere liye toh khilaogi kab?"

She gulped, going red in mortification.

"Ca... cake?" Was all she could utter.

"Haan Naina, cake... tumhi ne banaya hai na... meethe mein?" He said innocently.

Next update tomorrow morning