Naina held his hand on her waist, keeping it away from herself.

"Kya hua?" Sameer lifted his face from her hair.

"Woh patti geeli ho jayegi." She said softly.

He remembered the water he had poured on her.

"Sorry Naina... main toh bas mazak mein..." He turned her around and the words died in his throat.

The wet kurta was stuck on her, making him realise for the first time what he had done a few moments back...

Pouring water on him from so close as he held her waist, had further made her wet... the kurta edge had drops of water hanging like beads, that fell to the floor everytime she moved, more taking their place like someone patiently waiting in a que.

Feeling his heated gaze on her, she mentally cursed herself for not having a dupatta... which she never used while in the room. Her hands itched to cover herself. She resisted, knowing that he would again tell her to be herself.

Standing like this in front of him, water dripping from his wet hair, clamped locks falling in his eyes, face completely wet, the gleaming damp body... her throat had gone dry...

She turned, picking up his towel, and extended it to him, "Yeh lo."

He took the towel from her hand... eyes not able to move away from the image Naina presented... like those heroines in the movies... in rain sequences... and the most potent image that had tormented him for last three years... Naina in a green saree... soaked in rain...

This wasn't even rain... but still have the same feel.

He had so wanted to touch her, hold her, feel her against himself, drown in the deep pools of her brown eyes, graze his fingers over the softness of her creamy back that lay open to his view, circle his hands around her tiny waist... he could do all that now... if only she wore the green saree again... and he need not wait for the rain... to relive the moment...

His mind started working again... he needed to modify the list of his fantasies...

"Yeh kya kar rahe ho?" Her sharp voice made him jump.

Did he dream aloud?

His puzzled look brought a frown on her face and she tugged at his wrist.

"Sameer, patti wala hath kyon geele balon mein daal rahe ho... dusre haath se karo na." She held his hand carefully, which he had taken unknowingly to brush off the wet hair from his face... weaving new fantasies.

He forwarded the towel to her.

"Main... main bahar jaati hun... tum... tum aa jaana." She could not take anymore of it, rushing out before be could hold her.

"Arre, main toh keh raha tha tum khud ko sukha lo." His voice drifted out as she closed the door behind her.

"Pagal ladki, woh tujhe de raha tha tauliya aur tu sochne lagi woh tujhe keh raha hai usse..." She slapped her forehead, shutting her eyes at the thoughts raiding her mind.

Running out to the balcony, she picked up her towel, dabbing it over her kurta. She picked up the bag, opening it again to take out another pair of clothes.

Sameer came out a few minutes later.

She was standing near the balcony door, a puddle around her feet.

"Sameer, m... main change karke aati hun." She picked up her clothes, walking gingerly towards the washroom, owing to her wet feet.

She had almost reached the door when long fingers closed around her wrist, pulling her.

His arms went around her, making her swirl and land on his bare chest.

Shutting her eyes, Naina let herself soak in the feeling that helped loosen the knots in her belly.

She would miss these morning moments... she would miss every new emotion that she had experienced in past few days... she would miss listening to his heartbeat like this... she would miss the feeling of his sinewy strength around herself... she would miss the skin rippling under her fingers as she explored his bare back... she would miss... EVERYTHING...

They would meet everyday... would be alone as well, at their secret place... but this togetherness, this comfort, this feel of relationship would be missing.

Sameer kept her close... feeling the coolness of her wet clothes and heat of her burning skin. He would miss her every morning when he came out after the shower... he would miss her when he would lie in bed, alone, his shoulder devoid of the weight it had become so accustomed to... he would miss her at mealtime... he would miss her while studying... he would miss her when he opened his eyes to no one talking in sleep... he would miss her warmth, softness, care, concern, fussing over his every small requirement... he would miss... EVERYTHING.

With a deep breath, he kissed the top of her head, "Jao, tum change karlo."

She stepped back, seeing him standing with the same pain in his eyes that was stinging hers. She started to move towards the washroom, taking slow steps till she reached the door and turned... rushing back to be in his arms again, hands going around his neck as she lifted herself to take his mouth in a kiss.

Sameer had been holding himself for too long... her falling in his arms and the kiss made him crumble...

He took to it instantly, grasping the back of her head, his body shaking with the craving to be with her, going crazy as her feminine fragrance filled him up.

When the need to breathe made him lift his head, she looked into his eyes, her palms cupping his face, fingers threading in the hair, "I Love You, Sameer... itna ki main khud nahi jaanti kitna."

He was enchanted by the eyes, the voice, the depth of her words, the raw emotion in her moves...

"I Love You too, meri jaan." He devoured the soft lips again, not wanting to let go.

When she came out of the washroom sometime later, he had also changed into jeans and shirt. He was surprised to see her in the black jeans, paired with a red top.

She noticed the look, and smiled, "Wapas jaate hue pehenne ke liye layi thi... aate hue uss problem ki wajah se nahi pehen payi thi na... mujhe thoda... thoda uncomfortable lagta hai."

His face softened immediately, "Thank you... ab bike pe jaane mein mazaa ayega." She packed the wet clothes in a plastic packet, keeping them in her bag and walked up to him.

"Maine kaha na Sameer, tumse hadd se zyada pyar karti hun... tum kaho toh kuch bhi kar sakti hun tumhare liye... ek baar keh dete toh main waise hi maan jaati... itni si baat ke liye ungli kyon kaati?"

He was shocked beyond belief... heart beating wildly... words refused to come out as the mind became foggy.

She knew...

How...

Did she know from the beginning... or she discovered later... why didn't she say anything...

His ears buzzed with too many questions arising inside him.

"Par woh nahane wali baat zyada thi, haan... aise thodi karte hain... mujhe bhi geela kar diya." She squinted her eyes.

He was still frozen when she shook him, "Ab breakfast toh kar loge ya woh bhi main karaun?"

He swallowed, blinking his eyes that were staring at her.

"Tum... tumhe pata... tha?" Some words stumbled out of his mouth.

She flicked up her brows, shrugging.

"Kaise?" He still couldn't believe.

"Jab maine ungli antiseptic se saaf ki toh laga yeh chot toh gehri nahi hai... bas halki si bahar ki skin kati thi... jab tumne shave karne ke liye razor diya toh dekha maine ulta pakad ke... itni aasaani se nahi kat ta... jab tak koi ungli uspe ghis na de... aur fir jo tumne lambi lambi kahaniya sunani shuru ki toh mujhe yakeen ho gaya... yeh koi chot nahi... yeh tumhari chalaki hai... maine socha koi nahi... khush ho lene do Sameer Maheshwari ko." She said with a triumphant smile.

He was taken aback... she knew from the beginning... and he was going on fibbing about the seriousness of it. A blush crept up his cheeks... all this time when he wanted to pat his back for making her fall for it, she was the one who was secretly laughing.

"Woh Naina... main woh... maine socha... aaj akhiri din tha toh maine..." He rubbed the back of his neck, fumbling for words.

Her bubbling laughter made him look up, "Ab aisa chehra mat banao jaise chote bachhe ki chori pakdi gayi ho... main gussa nahi hun."

This was all he needed.

His arm went around her in a flash of a second as he drew her close, "Tum meri taang kheech rahi ho?"

"Nahi, main tumhe wohi keh rahi hun jo tum mujhe kehte ho... ek baar bolte toh main aise hi shave karwa deti... tumhare dard ko main jhooth mooth mein bhi bardaasht nahi kar sakti, Sameer." She placed her hands flat on his chest.

He gazed into brown eyes reflecting the sincerity of her words.

"Aage se jhooth nahi bolunga kisi chot ka... lekin tum bhi yaad rakhna... kuch maangu toh maan jaana." He was back to his old self now.

"Tum bhi soch ke maangna... yeh nahane ke idea jaisa nahi." She smirked.

He crinkled his eyes, "Kyon, ismein kya burai hai... mujhe toh bohot pasand aaya... balki main toh soch raha tha jab tum apne ghar aa jaogi toh hum..."

She placed a hand on his mouth... her ears burning at the thought of what he might have said.

His eyes shone with mischief as he pulled her hand down, "Ab sunogi nahi toh bahane se batana padega."

"Tum abhi chalo breakfast karne... aaj itni der ho gayi hai pehle hi... woh log kya sochenge." She tried to move out of his grip.

"Kuch nahi sochenge... par main soch raha hun... kuch naye sapne... " He tightened his hold.

"Sameer, chup kar jao... warna main... main... main wapas suit pehen lungi." She threatened.

He threw his head back and laughed, looking down at her again, "Meri bholi biwi, tumhe toh blackmail karna bhi nahi aata theek se... lagta hai khud ko blackmail karaane ki training bhi mujhe hi deni padegi tumko."

"Haan toh maine thodi roz kisiko blackmail kiya hai... mujhe kya pata." She huffed, her plump cheeks looking more round.

All he wanted was to hold her face and kiss every inch of her delectable features.

"Ab chalo bhi." She pushed at his chest, finally able to free herself.

As she reached the door, she turned to see him standing at the same place. Raising her brows she gave him a questioning look. He touched his lower lip... his way of asking for a kiss.

"Hato." She smiled shyly and went out of the room.

He kept standing for a few minutes, fascinated at her ability to be sensual and demanding one moment... demure and reticent the next.