"Arre tum apni books toh le lo." Naina stopped to remind Sameer about the books he had left on the table.

"Ek minute." He hurried to pick up the two books and join Naina.

She was already running up the stairs. Sameer ran after her, not able to contain his expectant grin.

She was standing in the middle of the deserted terrace, looking around thoughtfully.

He walked upto her slowly, stopping behind her.

"Hmm, sab kuch waisa hi hai... kuch badla hua lag toh nahi raha... haina?" She tapped her chin with index finger.

"Mujhe toh sab kuch bohot badla sa lag raha hai." He said in a low, husky voice.

"Achha... kamaal hai... mujhe toh dikh hi nahi raha." She moved a few steps to the other side.

Sameer slipped his hands in pocket, watching her with intrigue.

"Khair, college khatam hone se pehle ek baar terrace dekhna tha toh dekh liya... chalo ab neeche chalte hain." She moved further away from him.

Within a second, she was crushed in his arms, "Mujhe yahan ka naksha dikhane laayi ho?"

"Nahi, tumhe thank you kehne." She cupped his face, not surprised by his pull or his arms around her.

But he was... as she raised her heels and placed a kiss on his forehead, "Yeh thank you mere dard ke baare mein sochne ke liye."

He smiled.

She kissed his eyes, "Yeh thank you mere na batane par bhi meri takleef ko dekh lene ke liye."

He drew in a deep breath.

Threading her fingers in his hair, she kissed his earlobes, "Yeh thank you bin bole meri baatein samajh jaane ke liye."

He shuddered.

Next, she pecked his lips, "Yeh thank you meethe ke liye."

He pressed his lower lip with the teeth.

She placed soft kisses over his jawline.

"Yeh thank you unn sab cheezon ke liye jo tumne kal bhijwayi thi." She said in between the kisses, drifting down to his throat.

Sameer was beyond himself with excitement. He had no idea what had got into her but whatever it was, he was loving it.

His breath got stuck as she opened two of his top buttons one after the other... dropping more kisses on his chest. Was she trying to kill him... by setting him on fire like this...

"Na... Naina... yeh... yeh kiska thank you hai?" He was breathless.

She looked up innocently, "Yeh toh free gift hai... nahi chahiye?"

Another shock.

He could just blink... till she started to pull the sides back to close the button.

"Theek hai, nahi chahiye toh koi baat nahi." Her expression remained nonchalant.

His hands stopped the fingers pushing the panels back together, "Chahiye na... bilkul chahiye... jitne gift, jitne thank you dena chaho sab ke liye ready hun."

"Oh," she kept the face blank, "Achha, toh fir do kadam peeche hato."

He stared... wondering why she wanted to create distance.

"Offo, kya ho gaya tumhe... kuch sunte hi nahi." She pouted and stepped back, standing a little away.

His eyes popped out when she pulled the dori of the short jacket she was wearing over her kurta... she definitely had some murderous plans today...

She shrugged the jacket off her shoulders... standing in front of him in a sleeveless kurta.

This time, he even forgot to blink.

She fished out something from her bag, giving it to him.

"Lo, tumko dawa lagani thi na." She was holding the ointment.

When he did not move, she came closer, holding his hand and placing the tube on it.

"Ab lagaoge ya aise hi khade rahoge?" Her voice was a deep, low whisper.

He quickly uncapped the tube and took a small amount on his fingertips. The bright sun was making her fair, smooth arm shine like it was illuminated. He had seen her bare arms earlier... but it was in the late evening or night... and recently, inside their room when she had come in a towel.

Today, standing here in the daylight... her skin radiating against the dark purple suit... her hair falling in soft waves behind her back... her eyes showing unabashed need for his touch... she was no less than a temptress... all out to reduce him to ashes.

He slowly gripped her arm over the elbow. softly rubbing the ointment on the side of her arm... their eyes never leaving each other.

He didn't realise when the cream got absorbed... he continued to feel the soft velvety skin under his hand.

"Sameer, ho gaya." She whispered.

"Oh." He picked up the tube from the parapet where he had kept it and started to put the cap back.

"Yahan nahi lagaoge?" She touched her waist.

The tube fell from his hands. The flame that she had simmered was threatening to turn into a raging fire.

"Chot toh yahan bhi lagi thi." Her voice had a new tone.

He gulped... to sooth his dry throat... it did not help.

Taking a small portion of ointment again, he sat on one knee. Placing his hand on the slit of her kurta, he pushed it up slightly, revealing a part of her curvy waist. His hand slightly trembled as he touched the soft skin.

Naina had known he wanted to apply the ointment. She had worn this suit on purpose... to enable him to put it on her arm. She hadn't known it would test her control to this extent. His feather like strokes on her upper arm were no less than a torment... she had the same tightening feeling of nerves... still she had asked him to put it on her waist... and it was beyond bearable now. She pressed her lips together, swallowing hard as his one hand held the kurta up, knuckles brushing against her skin while he carried on the torture with his fingertips.

Sameer could see the goosebumps on her smooth waist. If he was burning, she wasn't unaffected either... she had no idea how far she had taken this game.

His fingers moved from her waist to touch her belly. She fisted her hands.

Sameer looked up at her face. Her eyes were shut, chin tilted up as she stood tensed, scared of her own reaction at his touch. His mind went blank, blood heating up in his veins.

Without removing his hand, he stood up, going behind her. She leaned back on his chest the moment she felt the support. His hand rested on her belly.

"Naina, kya kar rahi ho tum... waise hi itna mushkil hai yahan rehna... aise toh tum pagal bana rahi ho mujhe." He whispered against her ear, sliding his hand down her arm, his heart ready to burst out of his chest.

She turned... locking her hands behind his neck, she pressed her lips to his. The wild thudding of his heart went up to a new level... Naina had definitely eaten something that had changed her completely. He wasn't complaining... just inquisitive as he wanted to get the same thing for her everyday... for the rest of their lives.

The pressure of her soft, warm lips was anything but hesitant... she knew what she was doing... moulding herself to fit against him... deepening the kiss as her tongue reached the corners of his mouth, making him dizzy with shimmering pleasure.

He gave in completely, firmly pulling her to him, tasting her, admiring her, astonished yet on top of the world.

When her lips left him, it took both of them some time to get their breath back. Their hearts seemed to be beating with the same wild rhythm.

She looked up at him, eyes shining, a smile blooming on her lips.

She slipped her hands on his chest, "I Love You Sameer Maheshwari."

He could not keep himself away from her wet, swollen lips, going down for another deep, demanding and heated kiss. She melted against him, holding tight for support as her legs lost all strength, his peculiar male scent making her mind foggy... the play of his tongue made her see stars.

The need to breathe seemed to have been lost on them as they did not let go... till a deep sound erupted from the back of her throat.

Lifting his head up, Sameer realised how close they had come to losing themselves.

He held her close, wrapping his arms around her as he took deep breaths to calm himself.

"Yeh kya tha?" He looked down at her after a few minutes.

"Tumne kal pucha tha na... ki maine kya, kya seekha hai tumse... bas wohi chapters revise kar rahi thi." She had the same mischievous glint in her eyes that he had seen earlier.

"Aisa revision agar ek do baar aur kiya na toh college ke exams dene layak nahi rahunga main." He glared at her helplessly.

"Achha, sikhate time toh nahi sochte ki kitna sikha diya hai." She teased again.

"Naina." He narrowed his eyes.

She was running away before he could do anything.

He kept standing at the same place, arms crossed against his chest, smiling at her as she stood laughing at some distance, twinkling eyes brimming with happiness that was so precious to him.

His Naina... he always wanted her to be this happy, this carefree, this confident... and this loving.