"Bas ek kiss?" Sameer grumbled when Naina pushed at his chest.

"Sameer, abhi bahar Ramdhari hai, aur party ke liye taiyari karni hai na, jaldi se jaa ke naha lo... fir market bhi jaana padega." She explained.

"Ahh... dil tod diya tumne, jaan... maine raat din padhayi ki aur itne achha result laaya... isliye thodi ki uski party ke chakkar mein tumse door rehna pade." He placed a hand on his heart, making a sad face.

Naina chuckled, "Natak karne mein bhi top hi kar loge tum... jao abhi."

He grabbed her waist as she tried to move away, hugging her from behind, "Kisi aur cheez mein bhi top kar lunga... bataun kya?"

She tilted her head, looking at him, "Tum sab me topper ho, jaan."

"Hayee, ab toh kahin jaane ka koi chance hi nahi." He kissed her ear, nuzzling his face more into her neck.

"Sameer bhaiya, koi aaya hai." Ramdhari's voice made him look at the door irately.

"Ab toh jaana hi padega... jaan." She giggled.

"Sab pyar ke dushman hain." He huffed, stomping his feet as he went out to check.

The big bouquet was sent by Rahul and Sonali. Sameer thanked the delivery boy, giving him a handsome tip and called out to Naina.

"Rahul aur Sonali ne? Unhe pehle se hi pata tha kya? Subah subah phool bhej diye? Abhi toh dukaane khuli bhi nahi hongi." Naina was surprised.

"Puch lete hain." Sameer quickly dialled Rahul's Mumbai number after handing over the flowers to Naina.

"Saale, naak kata di tune... sharam nahi aayi?" Rahul screamed into the phone the moment Sameer said 'hello'.

Holding the instrument a little away from his ear, he asked in a confused voice, "Maine kya kiya?"

"Top kiya tune... kaise kar sakta hai?Ab sab sochenge main bhi aisa hi tha kyonki tera dost tha... kaise muh dikhaunga unn sabko jo dhakka kha ke paas hue hain? Champu ki category mein daal diya tune itne number laake... saara hero wala tashan bekaar ho gaya... bhai, tere paas dimaag aaya kahan se? Na tu chashma lagata hai, na tel daalta hai baalon mein, na saara din kitabon mein ghusa rehta tha, na ladkiyon se, matlab ek ladki se, door bhagta tha... tujhme toh ek bhi gunn nahi tha topper hone ka?" Rahul accused.

Sameer smiled, "Mere paas Naina hai na."

The line went silent for a few seconds.

"Rahul?" Sameer wondered if the connection was cut.

"Matlab agar first year mein jab main koshish kar raha tha tab maine pata liya hota Naina ko toh main topper hota?" Rahul's hushed voice reached him.

"Phone ke andar ghus ke tera gala dabaa dunga." Sameer roared into the phone, gritting his teeth.

A loud laugh rang in his ears, "Chalo achha hai, abhi bhi wohi josh hai... bas dekh raha tha shaadi ke baad kahin kamzor toh nahi ho gayi teri deewangi."

Sameer shook his head, weaving his fingers through the hair, "Shukr mana phone pe hai... saamne hota toh... "

"Haan, haan, pata hai... saamne hota toh naak tod deta tu meri... isliye phone pe hi poocha." Rahul laughed again.

Sameer looked at Naina as she put all the flowers in a huge vase, placing it in the living room.

"Yeh bata, result toh abhi aaya hai... tune pehle hi yeh phool kaise bhijwaye? Tujhe pata tha kya?" He asked.

"Yaar, kal pata chala tha ki aaj aayega result... isliye maine kal shaam ko hi order de diya... ki Naina toh pakka top maregi... aur tu bhi paas ho hi jayega, itni padhai toh kar hi li hogi ki fail hoke wapas yahan akele na rehna pade." Rahul chuckled.

"Matlab tera dimaag bhi thoda bohot chalne laga hai?" Sameer mocked.

"Padhaya jo Naina ne hai... usne dimaag ko aisa on kiya ki mast chalne laga." Rahul chuckled again, irritating Sameer.

"Tere paas Naina ke alava aur koi baat nahi hai kya?" He hissed into the phone.

"Yaar, tu abhi bhi waisa jalkukda hi hai... ab toh thodi thand rakh... waise Naina toh shuru se hi tere naam ka chashma laga ke aayi thi... mujhe thank you bol ki woh utarne se pehle maine tere muh ka taala khulwa diya... warna kya haal hota tera?" Rahul was in no mood to stop.

"Mera chod, tu apna bataa? Paas hua ya sasuraal walon ke jute khayega?" Sameer tried to steer the conversation back to results.

"Jute? Bhai, haar milenge yahan toh... 75% aaye hain... kahan sab soch rahe the ki shaadi ke chakkar mein kahin fail na ho jaye hum dono... subah se sabke phone aa rahe hain... Sonali ke bhi 78% aaye hain."

Sameer congratulated him.

"Sachhi Sameer, yeh sab Naina ki wajah se hi hua... yaar, sach mein bohot achha paddhati hai woh... jo bhi usne sikhaya tha na, abhi bhi uska exam ho toh sab sahi likh ke aaunga." Rahul praised her genuinely.

Sameer fondly looked at his wife, who was fluffing up the cushions, "Haan, jab teacher itni achhi ho toh koi kuch bhi padh sakta hai."

She turned to look at him. He gave a flying kiss. She held it, placing the fist on her heart.

"Hello... Sameer... awaaz nahi aa rahi kya?" Rahul's voice took him back to the call.

"Huh... haan... ab aa rahi hai... woh beech mein connection shayad kahin aur lag gaya tha." Sameer rubbed the back of his neck, smiling at Naina.

They talked for some more time. Naina also talked to Sonali. They congratulated each other. Sonali thanked Naina for the efforts she had taken to help both her and Rahul with their studies. They promised to meet sometime soon before disconnecting.

"Itni khushi ho rahi hai ki samajh nahi aa raha kaise zaahir karun." Naina turned to look at Sameer after putting the phone down.

He pursed his lips for a while, then turned her towards the room, "Tum andar jaake menu banao main abhi aata hun... office mein kuch batana hai."

Picking up the phone, he quietly talked into it for a few minutes. Then he went to the kitchen, to speak to Ramdhari.

Naina was not in the room when Sameer reached there. The sound of water from washroom confirmed her presence inside. He peeled off his tshirt and opened the cupboard to choose clothes for party.

The click of metal latch made him quickly jump out from behind the cupboard to talk to her. With her hair wrapped up in a towel, she was straightening her kurta, walking without looking ahead... and banged straight into him.

His arm went around her waist, other one holding her hand. The towel fell on the floor, making her wet hair tumble down behind her, their wet ends dripping over his arm.

He stared at her fresh face, glowing after bath. Water droplets clung to her exposed skin around the neck. Due to her wet hair, the fabric around her shoulders turned tranparent as he watched.

She was breathing heavily. He didn't have to look to tell. He could feel her heaving chest against his own.

"Naina, jab jab tum aise geele baalon mein saamne aati ho, mujhe pagal kar deti ho." His deep voice was husky with passion.

She gulped, a slight shiver running down her spine as his eyes glittered with longing.

"Yeh paani tumhe choo ke jal jaata hoga na." He took a drop from her neck on his fingertip.

They stared at the drop for a few seconds till it slipped off his finger. His eyes darted back to the morning dew like droplets on her petal soft skin.

Naina closed her eyes as he leaned to taste the pearls settled on her face and neck. Her free hand clutched his shoulder.

His heated lips on her cool skin burned the fire stronger between them. He placed her hand that he was holding, on his chest, putting her wet hair away from her shoulder. As his lips skimmed over the drenched, see through kurta, her fingers curled over his heart.

"Geele balon mein hi nahi, tum geele kapdon mein bhi aag laga deti ho." He groaned against the curve of her arm.

"Sameer... woh... bahar... " She tried to get back some sanity before he melted her completely.

"Koi nahi hai bahar... Ramdhari market gaya hai... aur der se aayega." He murmured against her ear.

She gulped, her control slipping away as his heated breath on her cheek made the blood pound in her ears.

"Naina... " His gruff voice was leaving no doubt about his intention.

She could just utter a deep sound from the back of her throat.

"Agar yeh kurta poora bheeg gaya toh kaisi lagogi tum?" His arms went around her, lifting her a little to make her stand on his feet.

She had just finished her bath. The sweat trickling down between her shoulder blades was not due to the weather. She couldn't come up with any objection as he walked slowly towards the washroom, taking her along, balancing on his feet.

She closed her eyes as the cool spray of water hit them. Sameer watched the hair plastering along the sides of her face, her throat, her arms. As the sprinkles from shower soaked them, her kurta stuck to her like second skin, making his throat go dry. How could she be so perfect... her alluring shape was highlighted by the kurta that had become transparent all the way. He placed his hands on her tiny waist, making her open her eyes.

If Naina thought his touch was making her tremble, the sight in front of her made her lips quiver with the heat surging up in her belly. His body glistened as the water trickled down his bare torso. With hair stuck on his forehead, he sent her already racing pulse on a record breaking spree. She slowly brought up her shaky hands, placing them on his chest. The gushing streams found a way around her flat hands. She watched in fascination as the unending spritz rejoiced on his skin, but could not stay on the surface... losing their identity as they travelled down his abdomen towards the belt of his track bottoms. But her palms stayed on him, gloating in the possession.

He saw the flecks of desire shine bright in her brown eyes. His hands moved from her waist, tracing the shape of her form as they came up. Almost at the same time, her hands explored his perfect physique, feeling the muscles rippling under her touch.

Unable to bear any distance, he pulled her hard, crashing his lips on her. Tongues clashed, teeth nipped, breaths mingled, hunger flared up... the kiss did everything it could... and more.

When he finally lifted his mouth, she drew in a sharp breath, gulping in as much air as she could. He rested his head on her forehead, panting.

The water could not douse the burning that threatened to consume them. If anything, it added fuel to it... making them more enticing for each other.

"Oh Naina, jitna kareeb aati ho tum, utna hi aur kareeb laana chahta hun tumhe." His voice was thick with yearning for her.

She wound her arms around his neck, lifting herself on toes. He felt her soft lips plant kisses all over his face, his ears, his neck... making him go weak. When she bit his earlobe, he could take it no more, groaning loudly.

If the mirror fumed up with the heat of their love, they were not aware.

It was a long time before they could leave the washroom.

"Yeh galat baat hai." He said with a sorrowful expression as she dried her hair.

She turned to him, shocked, "Kya galat hai?"

"Thank you toh mujhe bolna chahiye tha... lekin yeh tumhara thank you ho gaya... ab mujhe alag se bolna padega." He lamented.

"Sameer ke bachhe, tumhare dimaag mein aur kuch nahi aata kya?" She smacked on his chest.

He held her wrist, giving a mischievous smirk, "Jo aata hai woh party ke baad bataunga."

She turned her face away, going red all over at his such talks minutes after what happened in the washroom.

So, a good deal of romance for those who were missing it in last few updates 😂

Next update would be on Monday evening as tomorrow will be my Sunday break 😊