Heyy, yesterday's update was not short... it was the usual chapter length... guess you all wanted to read more so it felt short 😂

BTW Happy Makar Sankranti... the day we got such lovely kite flying iv of Ashdeep last year... and the cheek pull... dreamy...

"Umm... Sameer, meri saree bheeg gayi hai... bed geela ho jayega." She clutched his neck tighter when he leaned to put her on the bed.

"Toh?" He raised one brow, straightening up.

"Main change kar leti hun." She said in a low voice.

He put her down, still holding her shoulders, "Karo."

Her heart flipped, "Kya?"

"Karo na... tumne hi toh kaha tha saree ko room mein hi change karna hota hai." He did not move his gaze from her.

Naina twisted the end of her pallu... her courage failing her now.

Sameer let his hands fall from her shoulders... and the pallu slipped along, landing on the floor.

Naina closed her eyes, pressing her lips under the teeth to stop their quivering. Her instinct wanted to pick up the fallen pallu... but her hands didn't move. She clutched the saree on her sides... breathing hard.

Sameer looked at the changing expressions on her face... he knew she was fighting herself.

"Naina, aur nahi." He whispered, moving closer to her.

Before she could react, he pulled out the pleats... and her saree fell at their feet.

She gasped... her eyes flew open... her breathing became ragged...

His hands went around her waist, completely bare under his fingers. He pulled her with a jerk, making her crash against his chest.

He leaned to bury his face in her neck, inhaling deeply, filling himself with the intoxicating scent of her, combined with the fragrance of flowers that were all around the bed.

"Iss khushboo ke liye taras gaya tha main... ab kabhi door nahi jaane dunga tumhe." He mumbled against her ear.

Her hands slowly went around him, feeling his warmth. She felt some dampness on his clothes... making her aware that he had been caught in the showers too.

"Tum... tumhare kapde bhi geele hain." She forced herself to speak, knowing what he would make out of it... but nothing was more important for her than his health.

"Mujhe thand nahi lag rahi." He skimmed his lips against her neck, placing small kisses over the wide, exposed shoulder.

His hands behind her felt the thin strip of cloth, and something struck him.

"Naina," He straightened, looking at her.

His eyes slipped to the depth of her neck in front... and he was sure of what he was thinking.

"Yeh blouse... uss pehle wale se zyaada... matlab tumne usse bhi deep banwaya hai?" He wanted to hear it from her.

She lowered her eyes, nodding once. His heart jumped... she had done it for him... and she had chosen to wear it tonight, knowing fully well that he would come to know... she wanted him to know...

He turned her around in one swift motion. Her hair fell till her waist. He moved them over one shoulder, revealing the smooth, creamy back. His fingers grazed the satiny expanse... making her arch back. He leaned and placed a kiss at the base of her neck.

"Sameer." She let out his name in a shaky voice, the kiss melting her bones.

"Jab tumne mere liye aisa banwaya hai toh tareef karni hi padegi na." He nibbled at the soft skin behind her ear.

She held her hands together, to stop their shaking.

His lips moved over the shoulders, till they reached the beginning of fabric. With his finger, he slid it till the edge of her arm, feeling the skin burn under his lips.

Suddenly, Naina felt his warmth gone... his touch was gone too... she didn't feel his breath on her neck... she waited for a few seconds, but he did not return. Her brows creased, and she was about to turn when his hands again went around her waist, and she was pulled against him. Her body twitched... making her realise what he was doing away from her... her back was flat against his bare chest.

His hand circled her navel, making her chest heave with erratic breathing. His eyes went wide as he looked down at her from over the shoulder. Without thinking, his hands moved up.

Her breathing altogether stopped as his fingers pressed softly. She turned in his arms, hiding herself in his chest.

Cupping her face, he made her look up at him. Her eyes were half closed... her cheeks were flared up... the parted lips were far too inviting... and he leaned to accept the invitation.

Her soft mouth moulded against him as he let his tongue reach the corners of her mouth. She warmed up to the kiss in no time, slipping one hand behind his neck, bunching the hair at his nape... her other hand felt the muscles of his back ripple under it. The kiss became deeper...

She staggered back at the urgency he showed... and before she could balance herself, she had fallen on the bed, taking him along. He quickly moved away the moment they landed on the bed, worried that she might have got hurt.

"Tumhe lagi toh nahi?" He raised himself on his elbow, giving her a concerned look.

"Nahi, tumhe?" She was equally concerned.

He shook his head, and stared at her. Lying on the white sheet, her hair spilled under her, the flower petals all around... it was his dream come true. His eyes wandered lower... unabashed. Her gleaming skin against the dark green blouse made his pulse quicken in no time. He placed his hand over her belly, seeing her hold her breath. He shifted closer, without moving his hand. She closed her eyes, in anticipation of the kiss that they had to break. What she felt was cool softness on her face. Opening her eyes, she found him showering petals on her. She looked beside him, and there was a small bowl, full of petals. She gaped in amazement... he had planned to do it.

With a cheeky smile he took another handful, and spread it over her neck and shoulders, going lower with each handful. He continued to do so till the bowl was empty. Her  body was dotted with petals till the knees. She brought up her hand to remove one from the face that was partially over her eye. He held her hand, shaking his head as she looked at him. Moving closer, he leaned... and picked up the petal with his lips. He did the same to other ones on her face. Each time his lips brushed against her skin, she felt her nerves tingle. When the face was clear, he started to pick from her neck and shoulders. The tingling changed to shivering when his lips brushed against the deep neck... and to searing when he went further.

She didn't stop him though, even when he let his lips press on her belly a little longer. However, when he reached the band of her skirt she turned to her side, letting the remaining petals slip away, but revealing her back to him.

It was the perfect invitation. He held her pinned in the same position, going all over the back, placing kisses as she shuddered with each one.

When his fingers stopped at the hooks, he felt her stiffen. He stopped, and turned her towards him, searching her eyes.

She swallowed... not wanting to stop him from fulfilling his dream. When his hand had reached the hooks, her reaction was sudden. She didn't want him to feel that she was restraining or restricting him.

"Kya hua? Tumhe kuch... " She didn't let him finish, keeping a hand on his lips.

Any confusion in his mind was the last thing she wanted... he had, rather they both had waited for so long for this night. She could not let anything come in the way of their dream.

Shifting near him, she wrapped her arm around his back, pressing her cheek against his chest, "Kitne dino ke baad aaj fir se tumhare saath aise so sakti hun."

His face broke into a mischievous smile as he hooked a finger under her chin to make her look up, "So sakti ho? Madam, aaj tumhe sone kaun dega?"

She bit her lip... and he saw it. Before she knew, he had captured her mouth, pushing her to the bed as he leaned over. His hands started to move down her shoulders, touching, feeling, pressing... If she gasped, it was lost in their intense kiss. She felt the urgency in his touch... and the knot in her stomach clenched tighter. He broke the kiss abruptly, and got up. She looked in surprise, wondering where he was going now.

Next moment he was back, after switching the light off. In the soft glow of lamp, she looked even more alluring. His eyes moved over her, slowly going down from her face... to her curves, lingering there as he gloated in the right he had on her... after almost an eternity, his gaze moved to the bare waist, the buttery skin making him smile as he recalled how even a glimpse of it had melted him so many times... his eyes moved down the skirt to her dainty feet, covered with mehendi pattern. He shifted near her feet, holding one in his hands.

"Uh Sameer..." She jerked, trying to pull her feet back.

"Shh... aaj mat roko." He placed one finger on his lips, holding them firmly in place.

She stilled, feeling the goosebumps erupt from the legs upwards as he lifted the foot slightly, tracing his fingers around her anklets. His hand moved up the ankles, taking the hem of her skirt along, till he reached the line where the mehendi pattern ended a few inches above. He leaned to plant kisses on her ankles and mehendi, on both feet... making her toes curl as she clutched the bedsheet.

Next moment, he slid closer, pulling her up in a sitting position. Her tousled hair framing her face, her gleaming skin burning under his fingers, her eyes hesitating one moment and showing surrender the next, her trembling hands holding onto him... the years of control, several moments of stepping back when all he wanted to do was to go ahead, a month of restraint even after getting all rights... everything made his raging emotions blaze up even more... and he crushed her to himself.

This time, when his fingers reached the hooks, she did not let her fears show. His hands felt the completely unhindered expanse of skin on her back... her fingers curled on his shoulders.

He wrapped his arms around her, feeling the softness press against his hard chest, the barrier still between them... his heart hammered so hard, he was scared it might hurt her.

The closeness did not bring any calming effect... rather, the flames leapt up, threatening to turn them into ashes.

Outside thunder seemed to be too mild compared to the roaring thunder in him.

With bated breath, he inched her away from himself, scared that she might stop him any moment...

She didn't...

His breath got stuck in the throat as his eyes saw her disheveled appearance... no dream, no imagination could do her justice... she sat in front of him with lowered eyes, hair falling on her shoulders that were almost bare as her blouse hung loose... her hand clutching onto it in the center...

"Tum... tum mere sapno se kahin zyada sundar ho." He breathed out in a guttural voice.

She swallowed, sitting for a few more seconds as his eyes remained glued to her...

Not able to bear his gaze, she pulled a pillow over herself, burying her face in it.

He smiled, understanding her shyness. Cupping her face, he brought it up to him.

"Aankhen kholo, Naina." He whispered.

She shook her head. He kissed her closed eyes. She didn't open then. He kissed her forehead. She didn't relent. He held the corner of the pillow, jerking it away in a swift move.

Her eyes flew open as he pressed her against himself, looking into her soft brown orbs, "Aaj hum har bandish se door, har jhijhak se pare, har pabandi ko peeche chodkar yeh pal jiyenge... main tumhare liye, tum mere liye... ab yeh sharam ka parda hamare beech nahi rahega... jab humne dil se ek doosre ko apna liya hai toh iss agle kadam ke liye darr kaisa."

She looked into his dark eyes... and her heart softened... he was still trying to make her comfortable, still stopping himself till she gave in completely...

Her arms went around him as she lifted a bit to kiss his chin, "Yeh mere liye sabse khaas pal hai, Sameer... main hamesha se tumhari hi thi... aaj bhi tumhari hun... tumse koi jhijhak nahi hai mujhe."

He breathed in relief, "I Love You, Naina."

"I Love you too." She smiled.

Bending down, he closed his mouth over hers.

The kiss continued as he slowly leaned her back on the bed, going down with her.

The rain splashed against the window, huge pedestal fans purred in one corner, the flowers continued to spread their fragrance... as the two dreams became one, quenching the needs of their soul, belonging to each other in whole, making their relationship complete in every sense.