Sameer stared at the sleeping form of his wife... in frustration. How could she just fall asleep like this... with him waiting for this moment for so long?

"Naina." He patted her cheek.

"Hmm." She hummed.

He brightened... maybe she wasn't in deep sleep.

"Naina... jaan... tumhe neend aa rahi hai kya?" He leaned, mumbling close to her ear.

Another shock awaited him.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down... not prepared for this, he lost balance, falling on her.

"Maine kab kaha mujhe neend aa rahi hai." She brushed her lips against his neck.

"Lekin abhi toh tum... tum so gayi thi." He lifted his head, foolishly looking at her.

"Kitne buddhu ho tum... jaan." She murmured.

Astounded, he gaped at her half open eyes... and a crooked smile.

What was she doing... she had no idea what effect she was having on him... driving him more crazy with each passing minute.

"Nahi samjhe?" She misunderstood his silence, "Arre baba, main acting kar rahi thi... sone ki... dekhne ke liye ki tum kya karoge."

He was baffled.

"Ab aise hi rahoge ya mujhe uthne bhi doge?" Her sniggers brought him out of the trance.

He moved aside, seeing her sit up... in normal condition, Naina would have been mortified in such clothes, looking for something to cover herself... presently, she was least bothered.

A smile spread on his lips... maybe he should try this juice again on her... this sensuous, expressive side of her was unexpected, but gratifying... and spicy.

"Tum kahan jaa rahi ho?" He sat up, watching her get down from the bed, holding on to the edge to balance herself.

She stalled him with a hand, blinking hard. He watched as she staggered to the table on his side of the bed, picked up the intercom... and started to dial.

He quickly pressed the button to disconnect, taking phone from her.

"Iss waqt kisse phone kar rahi ho?" He gave her a puzzled look.

"Arre, juice mangwa rahi hun... tumne hi toh kaha tha... nighty dikhao toh juice mangwa dunga." She said matter of factly.

He let out a sigh.

"Ab aise kyon kar rahe ho? Ab toh maine pehen ke bhi dikha di na." She pouted, hands on waist.

His eyes moved to her tiny waist... another sigh escaping his lips.

"Naina, meri Naina... idhar aao." He placed his hands over hers, pulling her on the bed.

"Offo, chodo mujhe... ab main change karne jaa rahi hun." She wriggled in his grasp.

"Kya? Change kyon karna hai?" He was confounded again.

She looked at him as if he was mad, "Toh yeh pehen ke soungi kya? Tum bhi kaisi baatein karte ho... pagal... aise kapde koi pehenta hai kya?"

He could not understand whether to kiss her madly for this cuteness or to bang his head against the headboard for her condition where she wasn't aware of anything.

"Umm... tumhe change karne ki zaroorat nahi hai... ab yeh nighty hai toh pehen ke sone ki hi hui na... warna iska naam nighty kyon hota?" He traced a finger along her collar bone, speaking huskily, his one hand sliding around her waist.

She narrowed her eyes for a moment... widening them the next.

"Arre haan... Sameer tum kitne smart ho." She lurched at him, kissing him hard on the cheek before wrapping her arms around him.

Not expecting this sudden outburst, he fell back on the bed, taking her along.

Her face almost touching his, her soft body pressed on him, her hair falling around them like a curtain... he gave in, pulling her head down, taking her mouth for a much awaited kiss.

She surrendered without any resistance, kissing him back with same fervour.

Holding her close, his hands moved on her back, feeling the silkiness of bare skin. Her hands were stuck under him... she tried to move them... he rolled over, letting her hands out, but pinning her under him.

The control that he was keeping on himself for so long, snapped... the kiss turned intense, heated and demanding in a flash... she melted in his arms, their breaths mingling to convey the urgency... the cold outside in sharp contrast with the heat inside the room could have fogged the glass windows had they not been covered by heavy curtains.

When they finally fell asleep, there was a satiated glow on their faces.

A constant sound hammered into her ears... making Naina clutch her head. She opened one eye... and noticed the bright streak of light spilling in through a crack in the curtain. It was morning, but what was the sound? She tried to glance at the side... a sharp pain shot through the back off her head... a groan erupted out of her lips.

"Naina? Kya hua?" Sameer was up instantly, coming up on his elbow to see why she cried out.

One look and he knew.

Turning towards the side table, he dialled the intercom, speaking softly into it.

"Sameer... mera sar itna dukh kyon raha hai?" She whimpered.

He was back with her, stroking her hair, whispering in a low voice, "Bas abhi theek ho jayega... tum kuch bolo mat."

The sound still disturbed her.

"Yeh... yeh itna shor kahan se aa raha hai?" She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to block the sound.

He looked at her in surprise... there was no loud sound... being early morning, there would be no people outside in the garden... the only sound he could hear was the chirping of birds.

Her hangover was making the sound multiply... hitting her manifolds.

There was a soft knock on the door. Sameer silently slipped off the bed, dressed only in his trouser from last night. He opened the door a crack, taking the glass of lime water.

"Naina, yeh pi lo... sar ka dard theek ho jayega." He sat on the edge, looping an arm around her shoulder to help her get up.

She raised herself with difficulty, taking what he offered, and drank it in one go. It did soothe her parched throat, but the pain...

She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder... he kept stroking her arm.

Within a few minutes, the sound eased, her head started to feel lighter. She opened her eyes.

"Ab theek lag raha hai?" He asked gently, cupping her cheek.

"Hmm... ekdum se dard chala gaya... itna tez ho raha tha, aur ab... gayab." She looked up at him, smiling.

He leaned to place a kiss on her forehead. The stubble pricked her skin, making her break into goosebumps. He saw them on her neck, shoulders, arms...

She lowered her head... and her eyes fell on her silver attire.

Sameer felt the stiffening... he watched amused as her eyes widened like saucers. She clasped her hands to the mouth... eyebrows ready to jump over the forehead.

He bit his inner cheek, waiting for her to speak.

Her eyes took in the bare legs, folding them under her immediately. She tried to pull the quilt, but he was sitting on it. Holding her breath, she looked at her front, gasping as the skin peeked from the lacy pattern. Quickly picking up a pillow from behind, she held it against herself, trying to move away from him... still not able to understand how she was wearing this nighty.

"Arre, ab kya hua tumhe? Raat ko toh iss nighty se koi problem nahi thi." He raised one brow, holding his chuckle.

"Ra... raat ko? Ky... kya hua raat ko?" She was flabbergasted.

"Tumhe yaad nahi?" He smiled mysteriously.

Her heart sank... all she could recall was their fight in the party... there was nothing after that... when they came back, how he came to know about this nighty, how, in the world, did she end up wearing it.

"Yeh... yeh... tumhe kaise... matlab... tumne mera samaan dekha?" She managed to utter, without looking directly at him.

He shook his head.

"Sameer, please batao na... mujhe kuch yaad kyon nahi aa raha... hum kamre mein kab aaye... yeh nighty... yeh toh... aur maine pehni kaise?" She was on the verge of tears.

He straightened, taking her in his arms, the pillow between them, "Itna pareshan hone jaisi koi baat nahi hai... kisi aur ne thodi dekhi hai, mere saamne hi pehni hai na... mujhe toh bohot pasand aayi... Sonali ne ekdum sahi gift diya hai."

She took in a sharp breath, pushing at his chest, "Tumhe yeh bhi pata hai?"

"Tumne hi bataya, jaan." He looked into her eyes.

She closed her eyes, letting out a long exhale... what all did she do last night... the only person who could tell her was him...

"Sameer, please batao kya hua... kaise hua... mujhe kyon nahi pata kuch bhi?" She pleaded.

He couldn't let such a great opportunity pass.

"Bata dunga... par uske badle mein mujhe kya milega?" He gave a mischievous look.

"Ab kya chahiye tumhe?" She scrunched her nose.

"Zyada kuch nahi... bas jab tak hum yahan hain... roz yehi nighty pehenna." His eyes roamed over her, taking in the arms and legs that could not be hidden by the pillow she was clutching.

Her eyes rounded again, "Pagal ho kya? Yeh kaise pehen sakti hun? Yeh toh... yeh bohot choti hai... aur... aur... "

He knew what she meant, having seen her in it properly.

"Lekin mujhe bohot pasand hai... abse silver rang bhi khaas ho gaya mere liye." He moved closer, kissing on the string visible on her shoulder.

She shifted the pillow up... only to realise that it bared more of her legs. Quickly, she brought it back to its previous position. He smirked at her attempts.

"Naina, kab tak mujhse aise sharmaogi? Pata hai, kal raat tum bilkul bhi nahi sharma rahi thi... iss nighty mein bhi nahi... kal jaise tumhe dekha, mere toh hosh hi udd gaye... laga hi nahi tum wohi Naina ho jisse roz dekhta hun." His wonder was genuine.

"Par yeh sab hua kaise? Aisa kya kha liya maine jo itni badal gayi?" She asked wearily.

"Khaya nahi... pi liya tha... woh juice." His voice turned gentle, knowing it wouldn't be easy for her to know what she had.

After all, drinking wasn't considered a decent thing in their society, and Gujarat being a dry state, she might not have ever seen anyone in this condition.

"Juice? Juice peene se kya hua?" She furrowed her brows.

He held her hands over the pillow, looking directly at her, "Naina, uss juice mein alcohol tha."

She sat still for a few minutes... then her eyes widened, registering what she had consumed.

"Maine... maine sh... sharaab pi li?" Her voice was shaky.

He pursed his lips.

She gulped, as her eyes pooled up... she had committed a crime.

"Ab kya hoga, Sameer? Kisi ko pata chala toh... ghar wale kya kahenge... tauji toh mujhe jaan se hi maar dalenge... aur chachaji... unhe kitna bura lagega... yeh sunke ki maine unka bharosa tod diya... aur chachiji toh sharm se paani paani ho jayengi... papa... papa kya sochenge... abhi abhi toh unka pyar mila tha mujhe... maine sab bigaad diya, Sameer." The tears spilled out of her eyes as she blabbered.

He held her shoulders,shaking her a little, "Shh... Naina... aisa kuch nahi hoga... kisiko batane ki zaroorat hi nahi hai... aur tumne galti se piya hai."

She jerked away from him, looking at his face, "Tum... tum bhi naraaz ho na mujhse... kyon nahi hoge... kaam hi aisa kiya hai maine... sh... shar... chee... naam bhi nahi lena chahiye aisi cheez ka... aur maine... I'm sorry, Sameer... please, please mujhe maaf kar do."

She covered her face with her hands, crying bitterly.

He was aghast... this was not the reaction he had expected. Snatching the pillow from her, he threw it on the floor, taking her in his arms.

"Naina, sweetheart, kuch nahi kiya tumne... koi gussa nahi hoga... please aise ro mat... yahan sab peete hain... tabhi toh waiter leke jaa raha tha... usme kuch galat nahi hai... please tum khud ke baare mein aisa mat socho." He stroked her back, placing small kisses on her head.

"Tum gussa nahi ho?" Her voice was choked.

"Nahi jaan, main kyon gussa hounga... sach kahun toh galti meri hi thi... jab tumhe mirch lagi toh maine hi woh juice tumhe pila diya tha... woh bhi do glass... mujhe kahan pata tha woh kya hai... laga wohi juice hai jo hum abhi tak pi rahe the." He comforted her.

"Lekin maine... uske baad... maine kuch galat kiya kya... sabke saamne?" She was tensed, having seen in movies how drunk people behaved.

"Kuch nahi kiya bahar... main tumhe kamre mein le aaya tha." He tightened his hold, pressing her close.

"Yahan? Kamre mein kuch... yeh nighty kaise... kaise pata chala tumhe? Maine toh chupa ke rakhi thi." She voiced her doubt.

He hooked a finger under her chin, lifting up the face to see her, "Mujhse kuch nahi chupa sakti tum... jab tum meri ho toh tumhare saare raaz bhi mere hain... aur fir hum dono mein kaisa parda?"

She looked into his eyes... all she could see was her reflection...

"Aur sach bataun toh kal jaise tumhe dekha... waise fir se dekhna chahta hun... baar baar nahi toh kabhi kabhi hi sahi... lekin tumne jo bhi kaha, jo bhi kiya... mujhe aur bhi zyada pagal kar diya." His eyes bore into hers, voice turning rough as he recalled her boldness.

"Hato." She tried to push him, lowering her eyes.

His hold was strong, not letting her move even an inch...

"Hatne ke liye thodi aaye hain yahan." He murmured, nuzzling his nose in her hair.

Her shoulder hitched up as his prickly chin tickled its exposed skin. His one hand pressed her lower back, other one stroking her leg.

"Sameer... uth jaate hain." She made a feeble attempt, folding her legs more as his fingers moved.

"Uh... huh." His lips trailed over her shoulder, flattening her against his hard chest.

Unable to bear the sweet torture, her hands moved to his back.

The shrill sound of phone ring brought them out of the trance.

"Offo... ab kya hai?" Muttering under his breath, Sameer leaned back on the bed to answer the intercom.

"Sir, kal ka trip jo cancel ho gaya tha wahan ke liye aaj cab book ho gayi hai... aap dus minute mein aa jaiye." The voice on the other side informed him.

Next update tomorrow morning