Sameer looked into Naina's eyes... there was no fear, no hesitation, no apprehension...

Before he could make a move, she placed a kiss over his heart... looked up at him... and started a trail of small kisses from his chest, over the t-shirt, to the column of his throat, slowly going to his jaw... her lips brushed against the light bristly growth on his chin. As she dropped soft kisses around the corners of his lips, his hands held her waist tight, pulling her closer in one jerk.

"Kya kar rahi ho, Naina?" His restrained voice was gruff.

"Mauke ka faayda utha rahi hun." She looked up at him.

He could see the darkened eyes... the glint of passion in them creating a storm in him.

"Aaj jab main tumhara role kar hi rahi hun toh achhe se karna chahiye na." Another glint of mischief shone in them as she clasped her hands behind his neck.

Sameer felt his breath knocked out at her open declaration... he gaped in surprise as she pulled his head down, touching his lower lip with her tongue, teasing him by drawing back... going to peck his cheek, reaching behind his ear to place soft kisses on the sensitive skin, blowing in the ear...

He could take it no more... she was testing his patience and he couldn't keep himself away from her any longer.

He pulled her hands off from his neck, holding them together above her head, crossed at the wrists, leaning to take the lips that had been tormenting him for so long.

She accepted him, kissing him back with the same fervour, feeling no discomfort at being pressed into the wall by his hard, strong body.

Her warmth and feminine fragrance drove him crazy, her response made his heart thunder wildly in his ears, her expression of desire heated the blood in his veins...

He lifted his head to look at her after a while.. standing with closed eyes, her lips swollen and parted, panting, her head resting on her arm which he held above her... he brought her hands down to the side. Her eyes opened slowly.

She looked absolutely divine dressed in all black... her face shining in sharp contrast. He traced a finger from her forehead to the cheek, sliding down to her neckline. Each cell in her body tingled with the feather  touch of his finger. His hand skimmed over the shoulder going down her sleeve, touching the skin of her arm after the sleeve ended little above the elbow. He went upto her hand, lifting it to bring it to his mouth. She swallowed as he kissed the fingertips, one by one. He turned her hand, kissing the inner wrist slowly, moving up to the elbow till her sleeve. She shivered at the feel of his lips skimming over.one arm, then the other. She was still reeling from the effect of his kisses when he kneeled on one leg, holding her from the side of her hips.

Her breath hitched as she felt his face pressed in her belly. A loud gasp was next... his hands on her side slid up, taking the t-shirt along, till her bare belly was right at his eye level. He leaned to kiss on the flat, smooth skin... and she erupted in goosebumps. He did not lift his mouth, dropping small kisses on the soft skin, keeping the t-shirt bunched up a little above her navel.

Her hands clutched his shoulders, mind buzzing with a thundering sensation.

His lips trailed around the waist, nibbling gently, going back to the belly.

Her fingers dug hard in his shoulders as he tilted his head and pressed the tip of his nose in her navel. A shock wave passed through her body... she wanted to push him away... and she wanted to press his head more into her belly... to ease the coiled ache that gripped her so strong that she felt she would collapse.

He felt her trembling. Letting the t-shirt fall back, he got up, pulling her close, burying his face in her neck... giving her support... drawing strength to control himself.

They stood in each other's arms for a long time, getting a hold on their raging emotions.

When he lifted his head to see her face, she was breathing better, a hint of curve on her lips.

"Tum bohot sundar ho, Naina... bohot zyada... itni ki main bata bhi nahi sakta." He whispered in a raspy voice.

She opened her eyes. His dark pools showed her reflection staring back at her. His breath was still ragged. Her eyes slipped down to the vein throbbing wildly at the base of his neck.

"Main bas tumhari Naina hun... hamesha se... aur hamesha rahungi." She gave him a slow assuring smile.

"Rukogi mere paas?" He asked, knowing the answer.

She dipped her head to the side.

He engulfed her in a tight hug... amazed at how she never said no to any of his demands... never questioned what he did...

He walked to the bed, taking her along.

Making her lie down, he laid next to her, propped up on his elbow.

"Maine kabhi sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha ki tumhe yahan, iss kamre mein apne bed pe dekhunga... jabki main toh bohot saare sapne dekhta hun... tum sach mein hamesha mujhe kuch naya de deti ho." He said in a deep voice.

"Main tumhe sirf pyaar dena chahti hun... itna ki tum baaki sab kuch bhool jao... har yaad, har dukh, har parchayi uss pyar se choti pad jaaye... pata nahi main kabhi apne pyar se tumhare andhere mita paungi ya nahi par main koshish zarur karungi." She cupped his cheek.

He wished there was some way to show how much she had changed his life by entering the dark recesses of his heart and warming them with the bright and warm light of her love.

He brought her hand to his lips and placed a kiss, "Jitna pyar diya hai tumne mujhe aur jitna dogi aane wale kal mein, woh meri zindagi ki har kadwahat, har dukh se kahin zyada hai... kabhi yeh mat samajhna ki tumhare pyar mein kami hai... jiska main hakdaar bhi nahi hun utni khushi di hai tumne mujhe... mere har andhere ko ek khoobsurat roshni se bhar diya hai... ab toh main aane wali har subah mein bas tumhe apne paas dekhna chahta hun... aise hi... mere takiye pe apne baal bikhere hue."

"Aise hi dekhoge mujhe... abse tum jab chaho mere kamre mein aa jaana... iss ek hafte mein har din bhi aa sakte ho... bas Ahmedabad ke kuch din honge jab main tumhara yeh sapna poora nahi kar paungi... par mera waada hai ki woh kuch hi din honge... aur uske baad jo tumhare gale padungi na, Mr Maheshwari, chahoge toh bhi tumhare paas se nahi hatungi... bas har pal ek saaye ki tarah rahungi tumhare saath." Her eyes twinkled with the happiness she could forsee in near future.

His brows went up, "Tumhe lagta hai main... main tumhe hatne ko kahunga?" He gave a short laugh, looking back at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Aisa sochti ho toh surprise ke liye taiyar ho jao, Mrs Maheshwari... tum toh saans bhi nahi le paaogi itna kas ke apni baahon mein chupa ke rakhunga tumhe... koi nahi dekh payega, bas main dekhunga tumhe... kisiko milne nahi dunga, bas apna banake rakhunga... tum sirf meri Naina hoke rahogi."

She rolled her eyes, "Yeh sunke toh lagta hai mujhe umar quaid hone wali hai."

"Haan, umar quaid hi hone wali hai, meri baahon mein." He laid his head on the same pillow, nuzzling into her neck, placing one arm around her waist and one leg over her knees.

"Sameer, yeh kya kar rahe ho?" She was captive in his hold.

"Practice kara raha hun... umar quaid ki." His warm breath touched her neck as he mumbled.

She took a deep breath, placed a hand over his arm around her and closed her eyes.

Feeling her relax, Sameer tightened his hold, brought his lips to her ears and whispered, "Goodnight, Mrs Maheshwari."

She smiled with closed eyes.

When Sameer woke up a few hours later, she was turned towards him, her arm wrapped possessively around his waist... his was holding hers... the legs were trapped under him... still she had a calm look, there appeared to be no discomfort.

He smiled... she was happy in captivity.

"Quaid tum nahi main ho gaya hun... tumhare pyaar mein... aur kabhi yahan se bahar nahi jaana chahta... bas aise hi rakh lo mujhe Naina." He said in a low whisper.

As if she could hear him, her arm closed more around him, making her face move closer too. In the dim light of lamp, he could see how the thick, dark lashes rested on her creamy cheeks... a lock of hair fell on her face, going around the neck like a necklace. He pushed it behind her ear with light fingers. Her shoulder hitched up, lips parted and a smile spread on her face.

"Good morning, patidev." She said with closed eyes.

He kissed her eyelids, "Good morning, sweetheart."

Her eyes flew open... with a shy smile, she hid her face in the crook of his neck.

"Umm... bas zindagi ki har subah aisi ho jaaye toh kya baat hai." His hands went behind her back.

"Nahi, mujhe aisi subah nahi chahiye." She looked at him.

"Kya matlab?" He was perplexed.

"Matlab, abhi mujhe jaana padega... mujhe aisi subah chahiye jahan humein darna na pade ki koi humein saath dekh lega." She replied sadly.

He realised she must leave now... any later and the danger of her being seen would increase.

"Naina, chalo main tumhe chod deta hun." He said, getting up.

She got down from the bed, running her fingers through the hair to settle them properly. She then rolled them up around her palm and twisted to make a bun.

Sameer watched fascinated as she tied them up without a comb, brush or rubber band.

"Yeh kaise kiya tumne?" He went behind her to see if they were really packed in a tight bun.

She smirked, "Itne lambe bhi nahi hain tumhare baal ki juda banana seekhna pade."

He frowned.

She weaved her fingers through his hair, "Yeh aise hi achhe lagte hain."

He loved the feel of her hands in his hair, but there was no time to enjoy it.

"Main bas do minute mein aaya." He picked up a few clothes from his cupboard and rushed to the washroom. Within five minutes he was out, wearing a white t-shirt over his tracks... a rolled up handkerchief tied around his forehead.

Naina gasped... this was exactly how she had imagined him the other day.

"Kya hua, chalo." He looked at her when she didn't follow him to the door.

"Tum jogging pe ja rahe ho?" She asked.

"Haan, kisi ko shak na ho isliye tumhe yahan se bahar le jaane ke baad main jogging karne jaunga... par aaj thakunga nahi... pichle hafte bhi teen baar gaya tha... toh library time pe aa jaunga... chalein ab?" He extended his hand.

She took his hand, putting the cap on her head before stepping out.

Sameer helped her jump over the low wall of the corridor so that she doesn't have to go upto the main entrance. Going behind the college building, she took off her cap, hiding it in the pocket and let her hair fall on her shoulders. If anyone asked, she would also say that she had gone to the ground for a jog. Thankfully, she met no one on her way up. Once in her room, she thought about how Sameer would look after he came back... wishing for the day to come soon when she would be home to open the door for him.

I have not been replying to the comments lately, I'm sorry for that but believe me, I read all of them. It's just the severe lack of time these days that I'm not able to thank you all for the wonderful praises you send my way. A Big Thanks  to each one of my readers who have given so much love to this story.

The question often being asked in last few updates is that is the story nearing the end... well, I had initially planned to end it with their proper marriage in Ahmedabad... but due to the repeated requests and the confidence you all have given me, I plan to take it further now. So I guess we'll witness few years after marriage as well... since there won't be a struggle like the show, I am not sure what all I'll include but as of now, the story will continue.