"Aaj kaise bhool gayi kurta le jaana... pehle toh tum kabhi nahi bhooli." Sameer teased.

Naina recalled that she had been in a different state of mind in the morning, after what had happened. Maybe she kept it some place other than her bag absentmindedly.

She tried to go to look for it in the cupboard. His hand on her arm tightened, pulling her closer.

"Jaane do na, main cupboard mein dekh leti hun." She uttered with difficulty as his breath warmed her forehead.

"Aaj yehi pehen ke so jao... bohot achha lag raha hai tumpe." His voice was deep.

Her heartbeat accelerated. Sonali's words reverberated in her ears... would he actually ask her to wear a nighty...

"Tumhe... tumhe mera kurta nahi pasand kya?" She looked up at him.

"Huh... kaunsa kurta?" His brows furrowed.

"Jo main raat ko pehenti hun... sote waqt." She said simply.

"Maine aisa kab kaha?" He was perplexed at her question.

"Tum yeh pehnne ko keh rahe ho na... toh main puch rahi hun ki kya tum isliye keh rahe ho kyonki tumhe mere woh lucknawi kurte nahi pasand jo main raat ke liye pehenti hun." She explained patiently.

He looked at her in wonder, "Naina, tum kitni bholi ho."

"Haan, isliye mujhe nahi pata chal raha ki tumhe kya pasand hai... matlab kya main woh kurte na pehnu... ya dusre wale pehen lu... ya tshirt le lun... matlab kya lun bolo?" She gave him the choices, skipping the mention of nighty.

Mischief filled up his eyes, "Jo main bolunga woh logi?"

She nodded, her heart in her mouth at his expression.

"Tum na pink nighty le lo, satin ki lace wali." He leaned, speaking in a husky voice.

Here it was.

She shivered under his hold. Turning her completely towards himself, he looked at her flushed face, the red colour of his tshirt adding to the glow on her cheeks.

"Waise agar tum roz mere shirt ya tshirt pehen logi toh bhi mujhe achha lagega." He rubbed his nose with hers.

"Main tumhare shirt pehen lungi toh tum kya pehenoge?" She asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

He was pleasantly surprised at her question, then looked mischievously in her eyes, "Mujhe pata hai tumhe bohot achha lagta hai mujhe bina shirt ke dekhna... toh main tumhare liye... "

She kept a hand on his mouth... turning crimson.

"Kya hua... subah toh bade pyar se choo rahi thi." He held her hand, speaking as his lips brushed against her fingers.

She squeezed her eyes shut, abashed at the memories of morning.

He brought her hand down to place on his chest, "Shirt utaarun kya?"

"Sameer." She hid her face in his chest.

"Naina, tum fir se aise sharma rahi ho, maine kaha tha na tumse... tum khul ke apne dil ka haal mujhe bata sakti ho ya jataa sakti ho... jaise main bol deta hun." He lifted her face, placing a finger under her chin.

"Aur abhi mera dil pata hai kya keh raha hai?" He kissed her closed eyes.

She opened them slowly.

"Mera dil keh raha hai ki tum mere saare kapde pehen lo... jisse sab mein tumhari khushbu samaa jaye." He looked at her lovingly.

"Hato." She tried to push him.

He did not let go, crushing her against his chest, "Madam, ab yeh tumhara 'hato' nahi chalega... iske din khatam ho gaye... ab tum chaho bhi toh mujhe door nahi kar sakti."

"Tum pehle kahan door rehte the." She gave an accusing look.

"Yeh toh tum mere dil se pucho... ek ek cheez ke liye kitna tadpaya hai tumne mujhe." He raised his brows.

"Tumne bhi toh school mein tadpaya tha mujhe... woh bhi itna zyada... ussi ka badla liya maine." It was her turn to tease.

"Toh theek hai, ab main badla lunga... tumhe ek ek cheez ka hisaab dena hoga." He ran his fingers in her hair, "Pata hai Naina, tumhare inn lambe balon ko dekh kar main sochta tha ki kaash main ek baar inhe choo pata... tum bandh ke rakhti thi toh dil karta tha ki haath badhakar inhe azaad kar dun... lehrane dun hawa mein... aur jab ek din tum inhe khol kar aayi thi mujhse milne toh dil ki dhadkan ruk gayi thi... udd ke jab yeh tumhare galon ko choo rahe the toh jalan ho rahi thi inse."

She listened to him, fascinated.

"Tumhare paas aane mein itna waqt laga par tumhari khusboo mujh tak pohoch jaati thi... aur har baar mujhe lagta tha kab woh din aayega jab yeh khushboo main kareeb se mehsoos karunga." He dipped his head to bury his face in her neck, filling himself up with the sweet feminine scent.

Her hands held onto his shirt, the small hair behind her neck springing to attention.

His lips touched the soft skin behind her ears, skimming down the throat, leaving a trail of kisses. Pressing his hands on her back, he arched her to get more access to where his lips travelled. Her hands moved to his shoulders, clutching for support as she threw her head back, her breath coming out harder.
The kisses turned urgent as blood heated up in his veins... and his mouth sought hers.

Naina didn't realise when she started to step back... and he moved along... without breaking the kiss. When her back hit the wall, she jerked. He kept a hand behind her head, not letting the hard concrete hurt her. She was breathless when he lifted his head, looking at her wet, swollen lips. Before she could catch a breath, he held her shoulders and in one swift motion, turned her around. Her arms, bent at the elbows, went flat on the wall beside her.

He shifted her hair to one side, and bent to kiss behind her neck... a deep sound erupted from the back of her throat, spreading the fire in him... his other hand went around her waist. Taking the benefit of short length of tshirt, he let his hand move under it. She trembled in his hold as his palm rested on her bare belly. The small kisses on the delicate skin at her nape and his fingers exploring her waist and belly made her legs turn into jelly... and she leaned on his chest for support.

He turned her again, taking the inviting lips... this time with more force. Her hands went up in his hair... threading, kneading, fisting. She felt a sharp pleasure at his plundering invasion, a painful knot forming in her stomach. He pressed more into her, fingers digging into the waist. When he freed her mouth, she did not let him move away, holding onto his head... her lips wandering down from his jaw to his throat. As she trailed down to the hollow of his throat and further down to his chest, a deep groan escaped his lips... his hands going behind her, trying to reduce the non existent distance.

She stopped where the buttons denied access to anymore skin, letting her head rest on his heart, listening to his thundering heartbeat.

His mind was blown with the sensations she had evoked with her soft lips on his skin... stroking her back to calm himself, he closed his eyes. They stood in silence for some time.

When he felt both their breathing to be in some control, he turned to take his clothes from the bag.

"Main naha ke aata hun." He went inside.

Naina stood with her back against the wall, eyes closed, hands clutching her belly... the painful knot had grown bigger and it was giving a hollow feeling, making her shiver.

She ran her hands on the t shirt, feeling it against her skin, taking a deep breath to delve into his smell that surrounded her, both in the t-shirt and the mark his presence had left.

She was sitting on the bed when he came out... wearing only the tracks, his upper body bare.

"Tumhara white t shirt sukh gaya hai... pehna kyon nahi?" She tried to sound normal... to hide the effect he was having on her, standing right in front of her.

"Mujhe yeh pehenna hai." He pointed at the one she was wearing.

"Oh haan, main toh bhool gayi... woh kurta..." She wished he had let her keep wearing it.

He extended his hand... he was holding her kurta.

"Mere bag mein tha... tumne shayad galti se daal diya." He explained.

She took it and went to change.

When she handed him the t shirt a few minutes later, he held it against his nose, inhaling deeply... and pulled it down his head.

"Achanak se bohot achhi lag rahi hai yeh mujhe." He smiled at her.

She turned to her side, blushing at her own thoughts of feeling his hands on her when she had pressed it against herself.

"Naina, aaj padhne ko mat kehna, sar se itna bada bojh utra hai... aaj main nahi padhunga." He pouted.

She nodded, her own senses too jumbled up to study now.

"Toh light off kar dun... so jaate hain." She asked.

And his mind started to build more fantasies around her words.

"Huh?" He looked blankly as she shook him... when he didn't answer even after she repeated the question.

"Karun ya nahi?" She asked again.

"Kya?" He forgot her question.

"Light off, Sameer." She frowned.

He dipped his head to the side.

In the soft glow of the lamp, she came back to the bed... and without hesitation shifted closer to lie down on his arm.

He took a deep breath... however difficult and torturous it might be, this closeness was strangely gratifying. He closed his arm around her as she buried her face in his chest.

Naina wrapped her arm around his waist, the musky smell again filling her up... she closed her eyes with a satiated smile on her lips.

The morning light was faint when he opened his eyes. It had been somewhere at the back of his mind to get up before her... to see her sleeping angelic face... to start his day with the calm and serene softness of her features.

She still lay on his chest, deep asleep. He was surprised to see that her one leg was over his ankle while his other leg was draped over her... but there was no sign of any discomfort on her face.

He laid still, drinking in the beauty his life had been blessed with.

It must have been fifteen minutes when he felt her move... he quickly closed his eyes... pretending to sleep.

Naina opened her eyes, looked up at him... and smiled to see him still sleeping.

She moved a little to realise his leg over hers. Sameer saw through the corner of his eye, she did not show any reaction of surprise or disapproval... rather she laid back on his chest... with a smile.

Placing one hand on his heart, she felt the faster heartbeat.

"Neend mein bhi itni tez dhadak raha hai tumhara dil." She murmured.

"Tumhare sapne dekh raha hai... aise hi dhadkega... aur jab tum itne paas ho toh yeh bechara kare bhi kya?" He whispered, taking her by surprise.