"Naina, sach mein sab maan jayenge na?" Sameer's fears were getting bigger as the time came nearer.

"Mujhe unke maanne ya na maanne se koi fark nahi padta, Sameer... par main koshish zaroor karungi ki woh humein khushi se manzoori de... lekin aisa nahi hua toh chachaji hain na... woh karayenge yeh shaadi... jaise unhone abhi karwa di." She comforted him, weaving through his hair in soft strokes.

"Par chachaji toh sabse chote hain... agar ghar walon ne unko bhi mana kar diya toh... kya woh sabke khilaaf jaa payenge?" He was full of doubts, having heard so much about her family from Munna Pandit.

She held his face within her palms, holding it still in her lap to make him look up at her, "Ek baat dhyan se sun lo Sameer Maheshwari... ab kisi ke paas haan ya naa kehne ka koi option nahi hai... tum aur main unki marzi ke mohtaaj nahi rahe... hum pati patni hain... jo yeh shaadi hum karna chahte hain yeh sirf apne khud ke armanon ko poora karne ke liye... warna iski koi zaroorat nahi bachi ab... hum do insaan nahi hai, Sameer... hum toh kabke ek ho chuke hain... bas unko batana hai, puchna nahi... aage unki marzi hai ki woh hamari khushi mein shaamil honge ya nahi... jinki rai mere liye mayne rakhti hai unhone apna haath hamare sar pe rakh diya hai, chachaji aur chachiji... ab hamein koi alag nahi kar sakta... isliye tum har darr ko apne dil se nikal do."

Sameer listened to her confident words, mesmerized that the girl who used to shiver at the mention of her father's name in school, was ready to defy him on face... was prepared to stand up against her taiji who had overshadowed her every step, even choosing the clothes for her... was not scared to take the wrath of orthodox notions of her tauji...

"Aise kya ghoor rahe ho? Bharosa nahi hai kya tumhe apni Naina pe?" She pinched his nose, seeing him watch her with wide eyes.

His face broke into a smile, "Apni jaan pe poora bharosa hai."

He raised his hand behind her neck, pulling down her face... and pecked her lips.

His rough chin tickled her nose, making her wrinkle it.

"Kya hua?" He was confused at her expression.

"Tumse zyada iski yaad aayegi mujhe." She teased, stroking his cheeks and chin with the back of her hands.

Sameer instantly turned and sat up on his folded knees, his face inches away from hers, "Mujhe pata tha... ek din iski wajah se tum mujhpe dhyaan dena kam kar dogi."

She chuckled at his brooding face, "Yeh tumhari hi toh hai, budhu."

The corners of his lips dropped down further at her laugh.

Naina leaned, dropping slow kisses on his cheeks, moving onto the jawline and chin.

"Ab yeh sari kiss toh tumhe hi mili na." She moved back to tease him more.

"Par mujhe yeh wali best lagti hai." He pressed his lower lip with index finger.

She took him by surprise yet again... threading her fingers behind his head, she gave him what he wanted...

The kiss started with her petal soft lips brushing over his mouth slowly, making him shiver in anticipation... her tongue flicked in when he least expected, deepening the kiss in no time, knocking his breath out.

He raised his brows in appreciation when she backed up a few moments later.

The surprise was not over yet. She took him for another one... there was no softness this time as she slid her hands beneath his neck, pulling him closer.

His mind went blank... eyes still widened as he watched her closed ones... and the craving for her hit him like a storm... he pulled her closer, tightening his arms around her, without breaking the kiss.

Her warmth and softness made his body shudder with the elemental need that leapt up like blazing fire...

Naina felt his large hand move on her back... the other one tightened on her waist, rubbing the skin through the slit of her kurta. He took control of the kiss, taking her on the same intense height where he had reached...

She could feel the hollow pit in her stomach grow bigger... and impatient.

It was her who pulled his t-shirt over his head tonight, again knocking the daylights off him. Sameer watched fascinated as she stroked the mark on his collar bone, leaning in to kiss over it. Slowly she started to place soft kisses on his bare chest, moving up to his throat, trailing along the jawline and the rough chin.

He threw back his head, hands still around her... drowning in the sensation she was evoking.

She slipped down to the chest again, hands behind his back moving over his rippling muscles as he breathed hard.

A loud hiss escaped him at the unexpected sharpness over his heart... she had nipped him.

Sameer looked down, astounded.

She did not look at him... immediately kissing over the mark.

He was still wide eyed when she lifted her head.

"Tumne maanga tha na... subah." Her almost inaudible words sent a shiver through him.

She had kept it in mind all day... he had not expected her to go ahead and do it... yesterday's mark was just a scraping, by mistake...

But this one... she had given him a love bite knowingly... on his heart...

He recalled the last time when she had done it... on the neck... and felt shy for days to come.

Her bold eyes today had no sign of any holding back...

His hand moved to the mark, thumb stroking it...

"Yeh nishan har raat mujhe tumhare kareeb hone ka kuch toh ahsaas dega." He gave a lopsided smile.

She picked up his t-shirt, "Lo pehen lo."

He took it... and tossed it aside.

"Aaj nahi... aise hi rehna hai mujhe... tumhe apne dil ke paas mehsoos karte hue." He pulled her against his chest.

His heart jumped in joy when she did not shrink back or hesitate... rather relaxed on his bare chest, taking her hands behind him, her palms flat on his skin.

They sat in each other's arms for a few minutes, soaking in the feeling of being with each other.

"Ab so jaayein?" She whispered against him.

"Nahi, sone ko mat kaho... sote hi subah ho jayegi aur humein jaana hoga... aaj ki raat main jaag ke bitana chahta hun... tumhe aise apne kareeb rakhna chahta hun." He hugged her tighter, crushing her in his arms.

She snuggled into him, the thought of coming days making her heart sink.

"Naina, jab hum apne ghar mein rahenge toh bhi kya tum yeh kurte hi pehnogi?" He rubbed his thumb on the fabric of her kurta.

The image of nighty flashed in her mind... but it did not trouble her as much today... when she could lose her inhibitions around him while wearing a towel, a nighty would be easier.

"Mere kurte se tumhe itni problem hai kya? Baar baar puchte ho... haan, yehi pehnungi... tumhi ne toh kaha tha hamara ghar hai, hum jaise chahe rehte sakte hain." She decided to tease him.

"Nahi, mujhe koi problem nahi hai... waise yeh kurte kaafi faaydemand hote hain." He was not the one to be effected by teasings easily, as she discovered when his hand slipped in through the slit, going up to trace her spine.

She arched... as his fingers moved along the bone right up to her neck, hitching the kurta from one side.

"Main... main kuch aur pehen lungi." She twisted as his palm rested on her upper back, fingertips stroking the skin.

"Jaise?" He probed further.

"Jaise... jaise night suit." She offered the safe option.

"Aur bhi achha hai... usmein toh button hote hain." He smirked, enjoying her flushed face.

The image of a buttoned up shirt on herself made her mind go whirling... no, that won't do.

"Aur bhi hain kuch kapde... woh... woh pehen lungi." She tried to keep her voice free of the tremble she was feeling with his fingers now making small circles on her lower back.

"Kaunse kapde? Dress, skirt, jeans... ya saree?" He mentioned the list.

She thought about a saree in bed... leaving her waist and stomach uncovered... would the pallu stay in place while sleeping... pinning up at night could hurt her... without the security of a pin, it would... she shuddered... the other three were out of question... who wore such clothes to bed.

"Mere paas ek idea hai." He came up with an option, seeing her lost.

"Kya?" She blurted before she could stop herself, knowing fully well what he would suggest.

"Tum na nighty le lena... ekdum soft wali... jo chune mein tum jaisi hi reshmi ho." He drifted.

Naina pulled herself away from his hold, jerking his hand out of her kurta.

"Tumne nighty pe research ki hai kya? Jab dekho ussi ka gaana gaate ho... aur ek baat batao... tumhe kaise pata nighty kaisi hoti hai... kitni reshmi ya narm hoti hai? Tumne kharidi hai kabhi? Agar haan toh kiske liye?" Her indignation spilled out.

Sameer looked at her blazing eyes, "Nahi, nahi... main kyon kharedunga... aur mujhe toh kuch nahi pata nighty ke baare mein... bas woh maine socha... "

"Kya socha?" She flicked up her brows.

"Maine socha tum par achhi lagegi... jaise picturon mein dikhate hain... tum aakhir unn sab heroines se zyada khoobsurat ho." He gave a wide smile.

She controlled the laughter brewing up within, seeing his helpless state and feeble attempt to curb her fake anger.

"Tumne picture dekh ke yeh bhi jaan liya ki woh chune mein kaisi hoti hain?" She gave another piercing look.

He gulped.

"Fir toh mujhe bhi choone ki zaroorat nahi hai... bas door se dekh ke pata chal hi jaata hai tumhe... ab door se hi dekho." She shifted away from him.

His arm encircled her waist before she could blink, pulling her with force that made her land heavily on his chest, making him fall behind on the bed, with her on top.

"Tumhe choo ke hi nahi, har tarah se mehsoos kar sakta hun." He whispered, her face over his, close enough so that their breaths mingled.

He placed one finger on his temple, "Har pal soch sakta hun tumhe."

He blinked his eyes, "Har taraf dekhta hun tumhe."

"Tumhari khushboo mein sama sakta hun." He inhaled her hair deeply.

"Jab chahu tumhe hothon se laga sakta hun." He placed a kiss on her cheek.

His hand again reached out to touch the skin of her back, "Tumhe choone ke liye hi bani hain meri ungliyaan."

She kept looking at him, without blinking... enchanted by how he always made her feel on top of the world.

"Meri toh paanchon senses bas tumhare liye hain... aur inmein se ek bhi kam nahi ho sakti... sabko tumhari ek jitni zaroorat hai."