It was quite late when finally Sameer and Naina entered their room.

"Mujhe itne din se dil mein darr tha ki pata nahi Sonali ko kaisa lagega jab usse pata chalega... aaj bata diya toh ek bojh jaise utar gaya... aur iss baat ki khushi hai ki usse bura nahi laga." Naina let out a relieved exhale.

"Fir toh hamari shaadi ko chaar mahine hone wale hain, Naina." Sameer exclaimed.

She smiled at her husband of four months, "Jee haan, lagta hai hamari agli shaadi tak aadhe saal ki anniversary toh mana hi lenge."

Half year... six months... that was almost two and half months away... Sameer felt a stab in his chest... did she mean to say that once they left for Ahmedabad the day after, they would get back together in two and half months?

"Tum yeh kya keh rahi ho, Naina? Aadhe saal ki anniversary mein abhi dhai mahine hain." The pain was evident in his voice.

The words hit her like a ton of bricks... two and half months was too long a time... how could she stay away for this period... she had become so used to having him around... every moment... day and night...

Her eyes pooled up. Flinging herself into his arms, she shivered at the thought of being devoid of this warmth in just two days.

"Nahi Sameer, itne din kaise reh paungi tumhare bina... main toh ek din bhi nahi reh sakti." Her voice was shaky.

He felt his throat constrict... he just had two nights left when he could take her in his arms, sleep with her soft body pressed to his, feel her fragrance fill up his senses, see her beautiful face when he opened his eyes in the morning...

His arms went around her tighter than other times... not wanting to let her go, holding his world within his embrace...

"Mat jao, Naina... mat chodo mujhe akela... tumne hi toh nikala tha mujhe akelepan ke andhere se... wapas nahi jaa sakta wahan... Naina, tumhare bina nahi rehna hai mujhe... reh hi nahi sakta... tum zindagi ho meri... tum nahi hogi mere paas toh saansein ruk jayengi... dil ho tum, tumhare bina dhadkan tham jayegi... mera savera ho tum, chali gayi toh meri raat kabhi khatm nahi hogi, Naina... reh jao mere paas... please." His voice choked.

Her heart shattered into million pieces at the excruciating ache in his voice. She drew her head back, kissing his neck fervently... his tight arms around her did not let her go up to his face.

The touch of her lips added to his anguish... fuelling the suppressed needs... the fear of spending days without her making him lose sense of everything except the fact that she was his wife... and he had every right to be with her.

Sweeping her feet up in the air, he took two long strides before putting her down again. She was pinned against the wall, his hands on her upper arms, holding her so tight that she felt each finger digging into her skin.

He looked into her eyes... she could see darkness spreading, a tiny movement in his jaw made her gaze drop to it, seeing the muscle clench as he gritted his teeth... before she could do something to soothe him, he took her mouth. The kiss was an expression of his turmoil... raw and fierce. His hands slipped behind her, going over every inch of her skin over the dress. She arched her back, giving him every access that he demanded... her hands fisted in his hair, her mind went blank at the invasion.

His teeth nipped at her lips... demanding, taking, possessing...

It still did not feel enough. His deep and long kiss left her breathless but the itching in her fingers as they ran down his back needed more. She did not feel shy to pull out his shirt from the band of his jeans, dipping her hands in to touch the skin. He gasped as she moved her soft hands over his waist, taking them up his back, feeling his bunched up muscles.

He pulled at her lower lip with his teeth before moving away from her mouth... going over her cheek, he nipped the soft skin behind her ear, licking back where his teeth scraped. Her hands moved to his belly, going over the taut muscles, running up to his hard chest under his buttoned up shirt.

His lips skimmed over her throat hungrily, leaving a trail of fire... her blood pounded in her veins, deafening her. Without realising that her hands were constrained by his shirt, she traced them up to his neck... the front panels stretched... buttons gave way, flying at the extreme pressure... and his shirt fell open.

It did not stop either of them... it did not matter... their need for each other made everything else futile.

He pressed her into himself, feeling her softness flattened against his hard chest, dipping his head to her neckline. He seeked skin as well... but her dress had no slit, no opening... it covered her arms as well. His hands moved impatiently around her waist and back... running down the sides as he clutched the curve of her narrow waist.

She lifted her heels, pulling his head down over her throat. Her soft, feminine touch was making him go weak with desire.

Bringing her hands down from his neck, he turned her in one swift motion, her back to him as she was flattened against the wall. He held her arms flat on the sides... when he dropped one hand away, she still held them in the same place, as if he had stuck them. He moved her hair over one shoulder, bending down to kiss the neck, making her shiver in anticipation.

When his fingers reached the zipper on her back, he stopped for a moment... to see if she stiffened when his fingers fumbled with the tiny metallic piece. Her hands fisted against the wall, but she didn't stop him. With a hissing sound, he pulled it down, up to her lower back, stunned at what he saw.

Her white skin gleamed in the soft light of the room... the black contraband contrasted with the milkiness of her silky back. Whenever he got a peek of her elastic bands, they were white. Today was the first time he was seeing her in black... did she wear it for some reason... was it normal for women to wear different colours... why did she have different colours in the first place... was it to match her dress... but the dress was red... did it mean that she wore dark inners under dark coloured dresses... how come he never came to know... what all was there to discover that had never crossed his mind... his fantasies were vivid and elaborate, but still they had not included such a thing ever. He frowned... and was filled with a feverish excitement the next moment, thinking what all was in store for him...

Naina waited... his fingers on the back of her neck, toying with the zipper had made her nerve ends fray to the last thread... but she didn't stop him. Her fingers had felt the need to touch, she could understand his demand... with her breathing on hold, she felt the seams parting, bringing her back to his view. She fisted her hands to control the urge to turn, and hide it from him... and she wanted to feel him on the sensitive skin... the goosebumps on her back must have been visible to his eye, she was sure. With bated breath, she prepared herself for the touch... his fingers, his lips, both...

When the only touch was of the air between them, she twisted her neck, to see what was stopping him. He stood gaping at her back, eyes frozen, mouth open slightly, the nerve at the base of his neck fluttering wildly.

"Sameer." Her voice brought him out of the trance.

"Oh Naina, kya ho tum... itni sundar." He pressed himself on her back, dipping his face to her neck, inhaling deeply.

It was her turn to freeze at one moment, and flare up in an inferno the next. She was expecting his hands, his lips, his soft touch... and he had plastered his bare chest to her skin, taking whole of it in one go.

When his hands reached her shoulders, the ache in her belly throbbed to unthinkable extremes. He pushed down the neck enough to bare her shoulders, bending down to taste her milky skin. His each kiss evoked several waves of pleasure in her... his hands slowly moved over the bare skin, making it come alive with his touch.

Her own hands involuntarily moved to clutch the dress over her chest, keeping it from slipping further.

He lifted his head, eyeing the beautiful expanse in front of him... gliding his fingers over each visible inch... tracing the edge of black lace that enticed him. She arched her back, making a groove appear at the end of the opening. He leaned, kissing the lower back, his face pressing into the groove.

A loud moan escaped her lips... his heated breath on her making her shiver.

His lips pressed on the back of her waist. His hands had skimmed over it number of times, under her kurta, but now... the sight, combined with the feel of it on his lips, made his blood boil.

Her throbbing changed to thundering as he planted kisses all over her back, leaving a burning trail with his lips... she whimpered his name, the voice coming out deep from the back of her throat, sounding alien to herself.

He straightened, turning her to face him. His eyes widened at what he saw. The dress was bunched up in the center of her chest, in her tight hold, slipping down her shoulders though, giving him a glimpse of more milky skin. He moved his hands over her perfect shoulders.

When his arm went behind her knees, she was thankful... her legs had almost given up. He picked her with ease, eyes locked with her as he moved towards the bed. Placing her softly over it, he peeled off his shirt before getting next to her.

Her eyes glittered as he looked into them... searching for any fear, any apprehension. His face reflected in the soft, brown, shining orbs. She did not shy away... she did not show any reservation...

With a deep groan, he bent over her neck, kissing wildly... making her shudder. Her hands went around his neck, pulling his head closer to her, wanting more to ease the coiled mass of nerves in her belly.

He kept his lips on her skin... kissing, scraping, nipping, licking... making her tremble under his hold.
Going lower, his lips could feel the flat surface of her neck giving way to slight bulge where the neckline of her dress rested now. One part of his brain screamed to go on... another part pulled him back, asking to stop before it was too late. Torn between the conflicting messages, he pressed his face over her exposed skin, taking it between his teeth to leave the mark of his possession, right at the beginning of her swell. His fingers dug into her shoulders... to hold the urge of pushing down her dress... to see the black lace completely.

She moaned his name again as the pain from his sharp teeth stung her. He immediately licked over it, blowing and soothing with soft kisses.

Letting out a deep, shaky breath, he pulled up her dress, lifting her back up to secure the zipper.

Her eyes searched his... surprised.

He let his head fall heavily in the crook of her neck, "Nahi Naina, bas kuch din."

Suddenly lifting his head up, he stared at her with determination, "Aur kuch din ka matlab sirf kuch hi din... tumhare gharwalon ke paas ek hafte ka time hoga... agar unhone saat dinon mein sab kuch tay nahi kiya toh aathwe din main tumhe utha ke le jaunga... tumhare ghar se seedhe apne ghar... apne kamre mein... bina kisi ka intezar kiye."

She cupped his face, "Main chalungi tumhare saath."