Naina felt the blood heat up in her veins as his kisses turned her insides into jelly. His lips touched every inch of her exposed skin... his hand slowly pushing down the dress from other shoulder.

"Sameer." Her shaky voice seemed to be coming from the back of her throat when he pressed his lips to the now visible cleft.

Her arm instinctively crossed over her front... and his eyes fell on the exact spot where the man had held her.

A frown appeared on his face.

She opened her eyes when his lips did not touch her for some time. Finding him staring at the arm, she thought he was waiting... waiting for her to accept... and she slowly slid her arm away.

His eyes softened. It was one thing for her to surrender... but he could understand her shyness in taking her hand away. Her eyes were hidden behind thick lashes, her cheeks were flamed, her chest moved swiftly with her quickened breathing... the dress that he had pushed down, now laid around her front, leaving the shoulders bare, except the straps. He loved this messed up look.

"Naina, meri jaan... tum sirf meri ho... aur tumhe sirf main choo sakta hun." He muttered in a throaty voice.

The heat of the moment didn't let the words have the effect on Naina... she took them as another confession of love from him.

He wrapped his arms around her, bending to leave a trail of urgent kisses, his teeth nipping the soft skin at several places.

She hissed, feeling the pain each time his teeth scraped her skin.

He scooped her in his arms, and walked to the bed, not taking his eyes off her even for a moment.

Once in bed, he started to kiss her fervently again. She was surprised at his rough, demanding kisses.

He was not soft, like other days... rather he felt a feverish desire to claim her... to mark her.

She accepted the force of his passion, surrendering to him without resistance. Her love for him was more than any pain.

When he held her close in his arms later, the smile on his face showed the satisfaction he felt. She exhaled in relief... there was something bothering him earlier, which now seemed to have melt away.

"Naina, aaj hum kahin nahi jayenge... bas yahin hotel ke garden mein dinner karenge." Sameer declared an hour later.

They had ordered some snacks with tea in the room after freshening up, having skipped the lunch.

"Yahin pe? Kyon? Ghumne aaye hain toh bahar jaana chahiye na... hotel mein rehne thodi aaye hain." She questioned.

Sameer got up from the bed where he was sitting, going near his wife who stood next to the window.

"Jaan, bahar jaate hi tum door door rehti ho... mujhe tumhare kareeb rehna hai... mujhe khud se alag mat karo please." He rested his forehead on her shoulder.

She narrowed her eyes, turning her face towards him to place one hand on his cheek, "Sameer, sab theek hai na? Yeh achanak aisi baatein kyon kar rahe ho? Bahar jaane mein alag hone ki baat kahan se aayi? Main tumse alag houngi kya?"

He straightened, giving a quick smile, "Nahi, woh matlab nahi tha mera... bas isliye keh raha tha ki bahar aise nahi karne dogi na tum."

He slid one arm around her waist, turning and pulling her against himself. A sharp intake of breath from her as his fingers dug into her waist made him widen his eyes.

"Kya hua?" He gave a concerned look, softening his hold.

She looked at him in wonder for a moment, then looked down with a shy smile, "Aaj kuch zyada hi nishaan dene ka mann tha tumhara."

He recalled the time they had spent together... his frustration at the thought of some unknown person touching her, his desperation to take her as his own, his urgency to show her how much he loved her... all had resulted in heated, intense moments.

Did he hurt her? His heart sank at the thought.

"Maine... maine dard diya kya tumhe?" He was scared to know the answer.

"Nahi baba, aisa kab kaha maine?" She instantly comforted him, holding his face in her palms.

"Sach keh rahi ho?" He was edgy.

She held his hand and brought him to sit on the bed, sitting next to him.

"Sameer, ab kis baat se darte ho tum? Ab toh hum har tarah se saath hain... fir kis baat ki ghabrahat hai tumhe?" She held his hands in her own.

"Nahi, koi darr nahi hai... bas tum itni mushkilon ke baad mili ho, isliye zyada se zyada waqt tumhare saath rehna chahta hun." He pursed his lips.

She smiled, "Budhhu ho tum... par mere pyare se budhhu... theek hai, kal hi chalenge bahar... mere liye tumhare saath rehna sabse badi khushi hai... agar tum kal bhi na jaana chaho toh hum kal bhi yahin rahenge."

Her words erased all his worries, bringing the mischief back, "Achha, Mrs Maheshwari, badi romantic ho rahi ho... poora honeymoon kamre mein hi rehkar bitana chahti ho... kya iraade hain... kya plan kiya hai?"

Her cheeks flared up at his hints, and she jerked her hands away. Sameer again held the hands she was wrenching together.

"Lagta hai apne pati ke liye kuch khaas hi taiyari ki hai... bataogi nahi?" He continued to tease.

"Ki hai... Mr Maheshwari ko poora Ooty ghumane ki... khaaskar woh jagah dikhane ki jahan Salman Khan ka gaana tha." She matched her tone to his.

Before he could sulk again hearing the name of her favourite hero, she pulled out her hands from his to pinch both his cheeks, "Main ussi jagah apne Prem ke saath boating karungi... mera Prem uss Prem se zyada handsome hai."

His face lit up, eyes sparkled at being called better than the one person he had seen her crushing over ever since he started to know her.

"Achha... toh tumhe apna Prem itna pasand hai?" He raised one brow, wanting to hear more.

She squeezed her eyes shut, scrunched her nose, and said with a long drawl, "Booooohhoooooot zyada."

His heart jumped at her cute expression... he wanted her to go on.

"Lekin tumne kabhi bataya nahi tumhe sabse achha kya lagta hai... main toh hamesha batata hun." He prompted, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Mujhe uska har andaaz, har baat, har adaa, har tareeka achha lagta hai." She could see his eagerness to hear his praise.

"Yeh pata hai... lekin kuch khaas batao na... jo tumhe sabse alag lagta ho." He rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

She looked deep into his eyes, "Uska mujhse itna pyar karna, jaise main uski sab kuch hun... uska meri taraf aise dekhna, jaise main duniya mein sabse sundar hun... uska meri har baat bina kahe samajh jana, jaise main uske liye sabse zaroori hun... uska khud se zyada mera khyal rakhna, jaise mere hone se hi uska wajood hai... uska mere liye har mushkil jhel jaana, jaise meri har takleef uski hai... uska mere liye sabse ladd jaana, jaise mera hona hi uski zindagi hai... uska mujhe sabse chupa kar rakhna, jaise main uske liye sabse keemti hun."

He felt a dampness in his eyes, each word she mentioned was true... she was everything that she said... for him.

"Aur bhi hai... tumhe pehli baar dekha toh yeh saari khoobiyaan thodi dikhi thi... lekin tum tabse hi mere Prem ban gaye the... pata hai kyon?" She dipped her head to the side, playing with the top button of his shirt.

"Bolo na... yeh toh tumne kabhi bataya hi nahi." His keen voice conveyed his curiosity.

"Bataya hai waise toh... chalo aaj fir bata deti hun... jab tum mere saamne aaye toh hawa mein tumhare baal aise udd rahe the jaise filmon mein sirf hero heroine pe hawa chalti hai... tumhare lehrate lambe baalon mein mera dil ussi waqt ulajh gaya... aur aaj tak uljha hua hai." She ran her fingers in the hair falling on his forehead.

He gave a pleased smile.

"Tumhari aankhon mein itni gehrai thi ki main nazren hata hi nahi paayi... unme jab maine apna chehra dekha toh laga ki agar saari zindagi aur kuch na dekh paun toh bhi koi gham nahi... khud ko tumhari aankhon mein basa hua dekhne se behtar kuch ho hi nahi sakta." She looked at her reflection in his eyes.

His eyes filled with love.

"Tumne jab ek baar haath badhaya mujhe girne se bachane ke liye toh tumhare haathon ko maine apne chehre pe mehsoos kiya... bina tumhare chuye." Her smile was shy.

"Oh, toh tum pehle din se aisa sochne lagi thi?" He gave a crooked smile.

"Nahi nahi, aisa kuch nahi." She quickly clarified.

He raised one brow... and she blushed, realising that he was doing it on purpose.

"Main woh... main bas yeh soch rahi thi ki agar tum mere gaalon pe haath rakh ke meri aankhon mein dekhoge toh tumhe bhi apna hi chehra nazar aayega." She said in a low voice.

He cupped her face, "Woh toh main saari zindagi dekhunga."

They were lost in each other's eyes for some time... then he prodded her to go on... hearing such endearing words from her enthralled him immensely.

"Umm... tab tum itne... matlab thode patle the... aise nahi lagte the." She moved her hands on his chest, tracing the shirt that streched on his toned muscles.

"Tareef khatam? Ab kamiya nikalna shuru?" He huffed.

She chuckled, "Arre nahi baba, poori baat toh suno... main keh rahi hun ki tab tum shayad exercise nahi karte the, fir bhi tum mujhe baaki sabse alag lage... jaise sirf tumhari baahon mein aake mujhe sukoon milega, woh ahsaas milega ki ab mujhe kisi ka darr nahi hai."

He wrapped his arms around her, "Tab toh maine aisa nahi socha tha, Naina, lekin uske baad jaldi hi main bhi tumhe apni baahon mein chupa lena chahta tha... sabse bacha ke... sabse alag le jaa ke."

She rested her head on his chest, locking her hands behind him.

"Jab pehli baar tumne apni baahon mein liya toh main samjhi uss din aisa khyaal kyon aaya tha... kyonki uss pal se zyada raahat maine kabhi pehle mehsoos nahi ki thi." She reminisced.

Their first hug was more to soothe him... to comfort him... to tell him that she was there for him and he was not alone anymore... still, it had given her the same secured feeling of satiation.

"Umm, Naina, tumne saari aisi seedhi sadi baatein hi sochi... matlab kuch aur khyal nahi aaye mann mein?" He parted, wanting to see her face as his eyes glimmered with different thoughts.

She gave him a puzzled look, "Kuch aur kya?"

"Kuch bhi... umm... jo tum karna chahti ho uss waqt." He winked, flicking his tongue over his lips.

Her gaze dropped to the slight action... and the colour returned on her cheeks.

"Main... maine aisa kuch nahi socha." She lowered her eyes.

"Par main toh sochta tha... school mein sochta tha tumhara hath pakad liya toh tum kya kahogi... agar tumhare kareeb aake tumse apne dil ki baat kahi toh kaise tumhari saansen ruk jayengi... fir college mein jab tumse baat hone lagi toh tumhare baare mein aise khyaal aane lage ki uss samay toh bol bhi nahi sakta tha... lekin usmein bhi saari galti tumhari thi." He kept one finger under her chin.

"Maine kya kiya tha... tum hi hamesha se khyalon ke ghode daudate the." She rounded her eyes.

"Lekin un khyalon mein toofan toh tum hi layi thi na... baarish mein bheeg ke... kya karta mera bechara dil... tumhe uss saree mein, uss blouse mein, uss hawa mein, uss baarish mein dekh ke mere toh hosh hi udd gaye the... aaj tak uss din ka nasha gaya nahi hai." His breathing became faster.

"Lekin ab toh... mera matlab... woh saree pehen toh li fir se maine." She said in a soft voice.

His eyes became dark, "Itne sapne dekhne hain maine uss saree ke... ek baar se woh sab poore kahan honge... abhi toh tumhe aur pehenni hogi... bohot baar... aur jab woh purani ho jayegi toh main waisi hi ek aur le aaunga."

"Itni baar kaise pehnungi? Tum hi bore ho jaoge." She chuckled.

"Kabhi nahi... mera dil uss pal se aise hi judda rahega... uss pal ko main hamesha zinda rakhna chahta hun, Naina... uss ek pal ne mujhe jo diya woh mere liye kisi naye janam se kam nahi tha." He said in a grateful voice.

"Oh, toh baaki kapdon ki koi value nahi hai... theek hai... waisi dus barah saariyan laa dena... roz wohi pehen lungi." She rolled her eyes.

He smirked at her drama, "Roz nahi... warna uss pink nighty ka kya hoga jo main saath laya hun?"

"Saath laye ho?" She was surprised.

"Aur kya... mere paas hi toh rakhi thi... yahan lana kaise bhool sakta tha." He smiled suggestively.

She bit the inside of her cheek, remembering that she had also kept one packet quickly in her suitcase... the two sets she had bought with Sonali.