"Tumhe pata hai na pink mein tumhe dekh ke main pagal ho jaata hun." Sameer put Naina down in front of the mirror, standing behind her as he looked at their reflection.

"Isiliye yeh pehna." She said... with intense eyes.

He was taken by surprise for a moment... the eyes shining with a new glint the very next.

"Naina, aaj ka din bohot lamba tha mere liye... itni der tak tumse door, woh bhi tab jab main ek pal bhi tumse alag nahi hona chahta tha." He moved his hands up her arms slowly.

The goosebumps erupted again, at his feather light touch.

His hands reached her shoulders, thumbs making slow circles on the exposed skin on both sides.

"Aaj tum bohot sundar lag rahi ho." He touched his cheek to her hair.

She hitched her shoulder as his chin brushed against her neck.

The first thing to go was her clip. Her hair tumbled down on the shoulder, in cascading dark waves.

Shifting the hair away from one side, he kissed her ear, "Yeh jhumke tumhare gaalon ko aur bhi chamak de rahe hain."

She fisted her hands.

He delicately took off her earrings, kissing the bare ears. His lips moved down to the neck, fingers grazing the necklace, before resting at her nape, to open the clasp. He pulled it away and placed on the dresser.

"Mujhe jalan ho rahi this iss haar se... jo itne kareeb tha tumhare." He murmured.

She expected another feather touch of his lips on her neck, tilting it slightly to give him more access. Her simple movement made him go mad... and he pulled open the dori in a split second, pushing the fabric away from her shoulder.

Naina jerked as his teeth scraped the smooth skin... her eyes going shut.

He immediately kissed over it gently, "Kal koi nishan nahi diya tumhe... kyonki aaj sab the ghar pe, aur tumhe chachaji ke ghar bhi jaana tha... par aaj... aaj main nahi rok paunga khud ko."

His teeth nipped her again, on the back. Naina arched, making him draw in a sharp breath as he saw her in the mirror...

Trying to remove the pallu from her other shoulder, he frowned as it remained stuck there. Recalling the time in Mumbai when he had seen her pin it, he quickly turned the edge of her blouse... removing the safety pin.

The pallu slid off... she didn't move this time.

"Pink mein tum mere dil ka aisa haal karti ho ki mujhe aur kuch nazar nahi aata." He looked at her reflection, his voice turning raspy.

Her heavy breathing made her bosom move swiftly, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Her eyes shot open when she felt his fingers fiddling with the hooks at her back.

"Sameer, ye... ye..." She gulped.

He looked up, his fingers not stopping for a moment.

"Abhi... abhi itna ujala hai... kamre mein roshni hai." She voiced her nervousness.

"Tum ab bhi itna sharma rahi ho, Naina... kal raat ke baad bhi?" He asked in a husky voice.

The mention of last night made her shudder... she stepped back, standing against his chest.

"Naina, tum sach mein bohot khoobsurat ho... jaane kab se sirf khayaalon mein tumhari tasveer bana raha tha... lekin tum unn khayaalon se, unn saare sapnon se kahin zyada khoobsurat ho... ab meri aankhen tumhari har khoobsurati ko khud mein samaa lena chahti hain." He held her shoulders, moving her ahead.

His fingers grazed her back that had fallen bare by now, after the three hooks were open.

The thought of standing like this in front of the mirror, with him staring at her, filled her with panic... she turned and buried herself in his chest.

Sameer saw the reflection... and it enticed him even more. Her bare shapely back tapered into a narrow waist, broadening again as his eyes went down.

He pulled out the pleats of saree, throwing it on the chair close by.

Her hands on his shirt slipped to his abdomen as his fingers touched her waist... his top two buttons flying off at the hard pull on the lapels.

Sameer smiled... hooking his finger under her chin to make her look at him.

"Toh tumne bhi wapas button todne shuru kar diye." His eyes glimmered.

Her gaze moved to the skin in front of her...

"Baaki ke todogi... ya khol bhi sakti ho." He whispered.

As his hands explored her back, Naina opened the remaining buttons, pulling the tucked shirt out... slipping it over his shoulders.

Sameer quickly took a step back... discarding the shirt, throwing it carelessly on the floor. He was back in a fraction of a second.

She dashed against his chest, her heart pounding so loud, she thought her ears might burst.

He wrapped his arms around her, seeing in the mirror how his large hands covered almost her entire back... his girl was so small, so fragile.

He buried his face in her hair... her heady fragrance intoxicating him.

Not able to take it any more, he scooped her up... moving towards the bed.

When he laid her down, the blouse shifted from one shoulder. He leaned, and kissed on the edge of her neckline that had gone a little lower than its original place.

Her face burned, hands clenched on his back, nails digging into his skin.

Sameer pulled the quilt over them.

Slowly, he melted all her apprehensions, taking her with him to experience the ecstasy that he craved for, the intimacy that he longed for, the feeling that he yearned for, the fulfilment that he pined for.

Naina surrendered to him, wholly and completely...

As the outside light faded, the room became darker... unaware of the time, they drifted off to sleep.

It was past midnight when Naina opened her eyes. She glanced at the bedside clock... and wondered why she was up so early. Then it occurred to her... they had slept almost at sunset. The lost sleep of previous night, running around whole day... and the time spent together... everything had made them lose essence of time.

She moved a bit... his arm tightened around her. His breath on her neck sent her heart racing. Clutching the quilt to herself she tilted her head to the side.

Sameer slept next to her, his face in the crook of her neck. The serene expression on his face, slightly upward curve of his lips, his arm flung over her stomach... the overall feel of the proximity made her blush.

She tried to move again... he pulled her to himself. She trembled.

"Naina, kya hua? Theek ho na?" He instantly opened his eyes, feeling her shiver under his arm.

Her eyes lowered... and she nodded slightly, feeling her pulse race at his sleep laden gruff voice.

He gazed at her bare shoulder... and planted a kiss on it, "Abhi kahan jaa rahi ho, subah thodi hui hai."

She placed a hand on his cheek, "Tum bhi so jao."

"Pehle paas toh aao... itni door rahogi toh neend kaise aayegi?" He nuzzled his nose in her neck.

"Paas hi toh hun." She felt the tiny hair on her neck rise as his fingers moved on her bare skin under the quilt.

"Thoda aur... meri jaan ko mujhse door mat karo." He turned her towards himself, threading his fingers in her hair.

Naina looked into his eyes, heavy with sleep... and dark... and happy.

"Waise toh kitni subah aayi hain jab uthte hi maine tumhe apne saamne paya tha... lekin ab se har subah aisi hogi... hamesha ke liye... tum yuhin mere kareeb rahogi... meri baahon mein... apne ghar mein." He said in a voice filled with love and gratitude.

"Hamesha." She brought his hand to her lips and kissed his palm.

He smiled.

"Aur agar tum kabhi mujhse rooth gaye toh?" She asked in a shaky voice.

He gave her a wide eyed look, "Main? Tumhe lagta hai main kabhi tumse rooth sakta hun? Aisa kabhi nahi hoga."

"Sab pehle aise hi bolte hain... lekin baad mein gussa karte hain." She lowered her eyes.

"Achha... aur yeh sab kaun hain jo meri biwi ko mere khilaaf bhadka rahe hain?" He smirked at her baseless fears.

"Maine filmon mein dekha hai... tauji bhi taiji pe naaraaz hote hain... aur maine do teen baar chachaji ko bhi dekha... chachiji pe gussa hote hue." She said innocently.

He rolled his eyes, "Tumhari taiji pe toh koi bhi naaraaz hoga, Naina... chachaji ka mujhe pata nahi par main apni jaan se kabhi nahi rooth sakta... tum toh meri zindagi ho... tumhare bina saans bhi nahi le sakta... itna lamba intezar jo ab khatam hua hai, abhi toh tumne theek se bataya bhi nahi maine tumhare liye kitne sapne dekhe hain... ab main tumse naaraaz kya, tumhe apne se ek inch bhi door nahi jaane dunga... agar tumhe zara sa bhi shaq hai toh abhi door kar deta hun."

She saw his eyes shine with mischief... her cheeks flared up at his hint.

"Hato, har waqt bas aise hi bolte ho." She hid herself on his shoulder.

"Hayee, tum kab tak aise sharmaogi?" He tickled her waist.

"Ahh, Sameer... please, aise mat karo." She arched back.

"Abhi se tumhe meri harakatein kharab lagne lagi... dekh raha hun... main tumse nahi roothunga par tum mujhse door bhagogi." He sulked.

"Nahi, aisa kuch nahi hai... woh mujhe... mujhe..." She bit her cheek, not willing to tell him how ticklish she was... aware that he would make full use of it.

"Pata hai tumhe kya hota hai... ek baar Mumbai mein pata chala tha... lekin maine kabhi tumhe tang nahi kiya... par ab karunga... jab bhi tum mujhse door jane ki koshish karogi." He pressed his hand on her back.

She gulped...

His lips captured hers without warning... as he pressed her back on the pillow, his hands keeping her pinned.

Some technical glitches made me type the whole chapter again... could not do more than this now... sorry...