"Naina?" Sameer shook her a little to see how affected she was.

Once the waiter had left after the shocking revelation, he took a few moments to come to terms that he had himself made her take alcoholic drinks... now he was worried how she would react to it... also, scared to see the effect.

"Kitne achhe ho tum, Sameer... fir aisa kyon bola?" She murmured, eyes half closed.

He could detect a hint of slur in her voice.

"Naina, chalo, hum wapas chalte hain kamre mein... bohot der ho chuki hai." He said gently, stroking her cheeks.

"Nahi... mujhe nahi jaana... kyon kaha aisa tumne? Ab pyar nahi karte na mujhse?" She brooded, curving her lips in a pout.

He felt a stab in his chest... did his words hurt her to this extent? He replayed the conversation in his mind... and was filled with guilt instantly. What he asked would have sounded accusing to her... though he could never think of accusing her, even in his dreams, he did sound distrustful.

"Naina, meri jaan, main bohot bohot zyada pyar karta hun tumse... I'm sorry... mera aisa matlab nahi tha." He knew she couldn't comprehend what he was saying but he still said it... more for his own satisfaction.

"Tum... tum jao... main baat nahi... nahi karungi tumse." She lifted her head from his chest... swaying as she tried to shift her chair.

He held her again, more tight this time, "Chalo hum room mein chalte hain... fir jitna chahe gussa kar lena."

He stood up, supporting her. They walked to the main door, with his arm around her as she walked with a faint swing.

"Sir, aap log abhi se jaa rahe hain? Abhi kuch aur games hain... aur aap dono ko dekh ke lagta hai aaj saare gifts aapke paas hi aane wale hain." The manager stopped them near the door.

"Bas hum log aur nahi rukenge... meri wife zara thak gayi hai." He replied concisely.

"Thodi der aur... abhi ladies ki baari hai... woh apne husbands ko kitna jaanti hain yeh next game hai." The manager persisted.

"Lagta tha jaanti hun... par tumne aaj bata diya, Sameer... main toh tumhe jaan hi nahi payi." He could understand her soft mumblings, though the manager couldn't hear her clearly.

"Please, meri wife ki tabiyat bhi thodi theek nahi hai... isliye ab humein jaana hoga... aapki party bohot achhi hai... lekin sorry, hum aur games nahi khel payenge." Sameer gave an apologetic smile.

The manager didn't pester more, thanking them for coming... and presented another rose to Naina.

"Nahi chahiye... firse taane sunne ko milenge." She looked away.

The manager looked at her in confusion.

Sameer quickly took the flower from him, pointing towards the table they had been occupying, "Aap woh gifts aur phool hamare room mein bhijwa dijiye please."

He bowed, gesturing to a waiter at the corner of the restaurant. Sameer slowly walked Naina to their room, unlocking it as he balanced her against his shoulder. The waiter carrying their things knocked at the open door the moment they took a few steps in.  Sameer glanced back over his shoulder.

"Sir, yeh samaan." He pointed at the luggage.

Sameer waited till the person left the gifts and flowers on a table near the door.

He made Naina sit back against the headrest, before getting up to lock the door.

"Ab mujhe akela chod ke bhi jaana hai tumhe? Sameer, tum sach mein pyar nahi karte na mujhse? Par main toh karti hun... tumse... sirf tumse... bohoooooot saara." She dropped her head to the side, watching him as he walked away.

He quickly bolted the door... running back to her.

"Naina, main kaise tumhe akela chod sakta hun? Tum toh mera dil ho, meri dhadkan ho, meri har saans ho, meri zindagi ho... tumhare bina main kaise jee paunga?" He cupped her face, sitting in front of her.

Her eyes opened fully, though they were a little out of focus.

"Toh tumse aisa kyon kaha? Tumne itna gussa kyon dikhaya? Kya main kabhi aisa kar sakti hun? Sameer, agar tumhe achha nahi laga tha toh pehle hi mana kar dete... main pehli baar hi uss manager se phool nahi leti." Her eyes pooled up.

He kissed her forehead, looking at her saddened face, "I'm sorry... aage se aisa nahi karunga... main manager wale phool ke liye nahi keh raha tha... main toh... "

Knowing her present state of mind, he stopped... it was no use clarifying now.

The tears spilled on her cheeks, "I Love You, Sameer... tumhare bagair main marr jaungi."

He placed his fingers on her lips, shaking his head a little, his eyes getting misty as well.

His other hand moved up to hold one ear as he pursed his lips in penitence.

She stared at him for a few seconds, then threw her arms around him, smiling, "Ab sorry bol rahe ho toh main maan jaati hun... itni cute sorry ke baad kaise gussa kar sakti hun? Sameer, tum na... tum na..."

She leaned... joining her cheek to his, unable to form words to say what she wanted.

With a sigh of relief, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close... words were not needed anymore.

"Umm... ab hum... umm... fir se chalein?" She moved back, raising her brows as her head dipped to the side.

"Kahan jaana hai tumhe?" He asked.

"Party mein." She said matter of factly.

Sameer was not keen to go back, with her in this condition.

"Ab wapas aa gaye hain toh yahin rehte hain... akele... bus hum dono." He said in a soft voice.

Her eyes narrowed... then her lips broke into a bright smile, "Fir hum yahan pe hi party kar lete hain... theek hai?"

He nodded, wondering what she had in mind.

She slid of the bed, pushing him away. He watched as she swayed while walking around the room.

"Yahan toh balloons bhi nahi hain... aur light bhi nahi... woh choti wali..." She pouted, placing her hands on the waist.

He got up, going to the music system. There was a variety of music cassettes kept around it. He chose one, putting it in the system.

"Hamare paas music hai na... chalo dance karte hain." He smiled at her as he hit the play button.

The soft notes of the same song drifted in the air

Tumse milke
Aisa laga tumse milke
Armaan hur poore dil ke
Ay meri jaan e wafa
Teri meri meri teri ik jaan hai
Saath tere rahenge sadaa
Tumse na honge judaa

He held out his hand... she placed hers in it... and they started dancing, lost in each other.

Sameer could feel her leaning more onto him... the effect of liquor making her difficult to stand on her own.

The next song started playing

Tu mile dil khile
Aur jeene ko kya chahiye
Na ho tu udaas tere aas paas
Main ragunga zindagi bhar
Saare sansaar ka pyar
Maine tujhi mein payaa

He started moving slowly with the lyrics, plastering her to himself. She rested her head on his chest, a satisfied smile on her lips.

"Naina?" His voice was a soft whisper.

She didn't reply.

"Naina, tumhe neend aa rahi hai?" He said a little louder, feeling her lean heavily on him.

"Uh huh... bas tum... tumhare paas aise rehna ach... achha lagta hai." She pressed her hands on his back.

He knew she must be feeling drowsy by now.

"Tum so jao ab... thak gayi hogi." He kissed the top of her head.

She vehemently shook her head against his chest, making her grip tighter, "Mujhe nahi sona... mujhe abhi dance... dance karna hai... tum... tumhare saath."

"Lekin Naina... " He started.

She looked up sharply, "Yeh kya lekin wekin kar rahe ho? Zara bhi romantic nahi ho tum."

He stifled a smile at her retort... when in her senses, she complained about the opposite, that he was always thinking about romance.

"Tumhe neend nahi aa rahi?" He asked, tracing a finger along the side of her face.

She closed her eyes... the lips parted slightly...

"Main... mujhe..." She fumbled, the goosebumps along her neck visible to him.

He gave a lopsided smile, seeing his effect... even in her present state.

Her eyes suddenly flew open... and she looked at him with such intensity that he felt his insides melt... seeing the specks of light around her brown orbs.

She slipped her hands from his back to the front of his shirt, fiddling with the buttons, "Mujhe toh nahi... par... par agar... tumhe neend aa rahi hai toh..."

"Toh?" He raised a brow.

"Toh main... main tumhari neend bhi udda sakti hun." She slid one hand under his collar, opening the button with the other.

The glimmer in his eyes did not show any hints of sleep... her boldness in such intoxicated state setting him on fire instantly.

"Toh udda do... tumhe kisne roka hai." He tightened his hands on her waist.

She stopped... narrowing her eyes again... then pushed him away, taking him by surprise as he stumbled back.

"Jaane do... so jao... tum thake hue lag rahe ho." She turned, holding onto the back of the chair as the sudden turn made her swing.

He held her wrist, turning her again, pulling with a force that made her land against his chest.

"Sone ke liye pehle kapde badalne padenge na... nighty de dun tumhari?" He said in a heavy voice.

She looked at him with wide eyes, "Tumhe... tumhe pata hai nighty ke baare mein?"

He wondered what she meant... of course he knew... she had worn it the previous night.

"Kal dekhi thi na... jab tumne peheni thi... bhool gayi kya?" He poked her temple.

She was quiet for a while, then sniggered, "Pink wali thodi, buddhu, main toh doosri wali ke baare mein bol rahi hun."

He recalled the ones he had seen in Mumbai... when her suitcase fell and the two satin pieces had come to his notice.

"Achha, toh madam bhi leke aayi hain apni nighty." His eyes twinkled.

She lowered her head, chewing the inside of her cheek.

"Naina, dikhao toh mujhe tumne kaisi khareedi hain... mujhe bhi pata chale mujhe boring kehne wali meri biwi kitna romance ke baare mein sochti hai." He was excited.

"Dhatt... aise kapde thodi dikha sakti hun tumko." She pushed him again, walking towards the bed with an unsteady gait.

Sameer was astounded... she had bought something so daring that she was not ready to show him. His curiosity hit the roof.

"Naina, please, dikhao na... mujhe bhi dekhna hai." He rushed to her.

Her pallu was spread on the bed... he sat on it without realising... the fabric stretched at the shoulder.

"Offo, kya karte ho?" She furrowed her brows.

He lifted a bit, dragging the pallu from under him... and leaned to remove the pin.

"Ab isse nikaal do... kahin lag na jaaye." He carefully opened the pin, without any resistance from her.

The saree slipped off her front the moment pin was removed. The neck of the blouse was high... but it fitted well on her curves, making his breathing go erratic, losing the track of conversation momentarily.

"Naina, dikha do please... bas ek baar." The curiosity surfaced again.

She shook her head.

"Main khud dekh leta hun... tumhare suitcase mein." He got up.

"Nahi, nahi... tum mera suit... suitcase mat kholna." She tried to get up, falling to the side.

He held her before she could fall.

"Mujhe itna ghoomta hua kyon lag raha hai sab kuch." She held a hand to her forehead, clutching his shirt with the other one.

"Woh juice jo tumne piya tha... " He thought it was better to tell her.

"Woh juice," she smiled dreamily, "woh toh bohot achaa tha Sameer... mujhe aur chahiye."

He was amused... when she would know about this tomorrow morning, he would have a good time teasing her.

Next update tomorrow morning