"Naina, tumne woh juice fir se kyon nahi piya?" Sameer whispered as he looked at her with glassy eyes.

Naina tried to loosen his hold,  "Sameer, utho na... jaane do mujhe."

He vehemently shook his head, "Nahi jaane dunga... tum juice bhi nahi peeti aur paas bhi nahi aane deti."

She sighed, "Aaj juice tumne pi liya na, Sameer... ab dono toh nahi pi sakte."

He rolled his eyes, "Buddhu biwi, juice nahi coffee thi woh."

She smiled, poking his forehead, "Buddhu patidev, usse pehle jo piya."

He scrunched his nose, trying to recall, then brightened, "Woh dawai... woh toh bohot achhi thi."

Suddenly, he got up, pulling her along.

"Kahan jaa rahe ho?" She asked in alarm as he walked towards the door.

"Aur dawai pini hai mujhe... aur uddna hai." He looked back at her with a pout.

"Sameer." She stopped, making him stumble.

She quickly wrapped her arms around him, to steady him. His arms enveloped her in his hold.

"Tum hamesha sambhal leti ho mujhe." He muttered, looking into her eyes.

She was mesmerised by his eyes. There was a magnificent pull in them as they turned darker. His dilated pupils had nothing but her face reflecting in them. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Somehow, she could never have enough of his smiles... they could always make her knees go weak. And today, in his present inebriated state, there was a raw, bewitching hypnotism in them that kept her gaze riveted to him.

He was the first one to look up, at the door, "Chalo na, Naina... mujhe aur dawa de do... achha tum ruko... main Rahul se bolta hun."

She held him by waist, "Nahi Sameer... woh... woh... haan, woh toh dawa hai na, ek baar hi lete hain... koi juice thodi hai jo fir se chahiye."

He grinned, "Toh juice de do na... aur tum bhi pi lo... aur fir wohi... "

She quirked up a brow, "Wohi kya?"

"Woh silver wali nighty, Naina... aur kya? Juice ke baad wohi toh pehenni hoti hai na." His eyes crinkled at the sides as he explained as if she was a child.

"Achha? Tumhe kisne kaha juice ke baad wohi pehenni hai?" She asked with a somber expression.

"Arre, mujhe pata hai... kyonki smart hun main... hun na?" He raised his brows hopefully.

She bit her inner cheek to hold back the smile at his antics.

Moving out of his grip, she walked towards the bed. He rushed after her, losing his balance, and falling on the bed. In her attempt to save him, she fell with him, landing beside him.

"Kya karte ho Sameer? Lagi kya tumhe?" She chided him, touching his shoulder and arm to see if he was hurt somewhere.

He gave a twitching sound, raising himself on the elbow, "Kaise lagegi? Main toh hero hun na... tumhara hero... aur hero ko thodi lagti hai."

She couldn't control her laughter anymore. Sameer watched as her eyes squeezed shut while she laughed hard, rolling back on the bed.

"Tum hans kyon rahi ho? Main hero nahi hun kya?" He sat up after a while, sulking.

She continued to laugh, wiping her eyes.

He frowned, shifting back to sit against the headboard, "Jao, main nahi baat karta tumse... tum mazak udda rahi ho mera."

She placed one hand over her mouth, trying to control another spurt of chuckles at the way he twisted his mouth as he sat with crossed arms, looking away.

"Sameer, tum pe nahi hans rahi thi... sachhi... tumhari pyari pyari baaton pe khush ho rahi thi." She sat next to him, peering at his face from the side.

He turned his face further to the other side, "Tum mujhse pyar nahi karti... isliye na mujhe smart bola na hero bola."

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, leaning to catch a glimpse of his face, "Kisne kaha... bohot pyar karti hun tumse... sachhi... aur tum toh hamesha se mere hero ho... pata toh hai tumhe... aakhir itne smart jo ho... isiliye tumse pehli nazar mein hi pyar ho gaya tha."

He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. She held one ear. A smile erupted on his face. As she  beamed, his eyes glinted with mischief, and next moment, he had her pinned on the bed, leaning over her.

"Sameer, kya kar rahe ho?" Her breath quickened as he gazed at her with twinkling eyes.

"Kuch bata raha hun." His words came out a little clumsy.

"Pehle baithne do... fir batana." She squirmed.

"Naina, please, suno na... mujhe kuch... kuch kehna hai tumse." He pinned her harder on the bed.

"Kya kehna hai?" She gave up trying.

"Woh Ooty mein pehni thi na tumne... woh... nighty... silver wali..." He smiled sheepishly.

"Woh yahan thodi hai, Sameer... Ahmedabad mein hai... abhi kaise pehnu?" She was amused at his expression, and the fact that he was still stuck on the silver nighty.

He squeezed his eyes shut for a few moments, blushing before speaking again, "Waisi aur le lo... yahin se li thi na tumne."

The colour spread on her face as well, "Mere paas hain toh itni saari."

"Haan, par utni choti nahi hai koi." He pouted.

Her eyes widened.

He jumped up, sitting with his knees folded under him, "Sachhi Naina, kasam se, ekdum heroine lagti ho... choti wali mein."

She stifled a smile, raising herself on her elbow, "Achha? Baaki sab mein nahi lagti kya?"

"Nahi, nahi, sabhi mein lagti ho... lekin choti wali... jo bas yahan khatam ho jaye..." He rubbed the side of his hand to mark much above her knees.

"Sameer... chup raho tum." She drew in a sharp breath, sitting up as she swatted his hand away.

"Kyon? Mujhse kyon sharmana hai tumhe? Main toh kehta hun tum kuch chote wale dress bhi le lo... bilkul filmon jaise." He held her waist, speaking in a husky voice.

"Aur unn chote dress mein jab bahar jaungi logon ke saamne toh tum bardasht kar paoge?" Her eyes challanged him.

His fingers dug in her waist in possesiveness, "Bahar nahi, sirf mere saamne... sirf mere liye pehenna... sirf main dekhunga tumhe unn dresses mein... main kisi ke saamne jaane thodi dunga... koi dekhta hai tumhe toh dil karta hai uski naak tod dun."

"Tumhara naam likhwa leti hun khud pe... fir theek rahega?" She giggled.

His eyes lit up as he clasped his hands in excitement, "Haan Naina, kyon na hum ek doosre pe apne naam likhwa le... Sameer ki Naina aur Naina ka Sameer."

"Achha ji, aur yeh naam yahan likhwaoge?" She pointed at his forehead.

"Nahi, yahan." He pulled aside his shirt, flicking his brows towards his heart, "Dil pe likhwaunga."

Her gaze moved from his face to his chest, then back to his face.

"Aur tum yahan likhwa lena... apne dil pe." His hand rested on her bosom.

"Hato." She got up swiftly, flamed by his suggestive gaze.

He held her arm, pulling her back. They now sat in front of each other on the bed, their faces almost touching.

"Jab bhi tum hato kehti ho... mujhe pata hai kya karne ka mann hota hai?" His hooded eyes raced between her eyes and lips.

"Kya karne ka?" Her voice was shaky now.

"Tumhe aur kareeb laane ka." He shifted closer to her.

"Sam... Sameer... abhi tum hosh mein nahi ho." She blurted, the raw fierceness in his eyes turning her insides into jelly.

"Hosh mein nahi hu? Toh kya main behosh hun?" He smirked, tracing the side of her waist with his palm.

She nodded, "Behosh bhi aur besharam bhi."

"Toh tum bhi ho jao na, Naina... kabhi tum bhi besharam ban ke dikhao na." His voice was deep and throaty as his eyes bore into hers.

She gulped, turning her face to the side, unable to bear the torment that his eyes and his talks were unleashing within. Her hair fell on the face with her jerky movement, partially covering it. Sameer moved the unruly strands back with his finger, giving her more goosebumps with his featherlight touch.

"Tum roz alag dikhti ho, Naina... ekdum nayi si... hairan reh jaata hun ki aise toh kabhi dekha hi nahi." He planted a kiss on her cheek that enticed him after the cover of hair was gone.

She turned her face to look at him.

"Waise toh tum sharmati hui bhi kamaal lagti ho par agar kabhi kabhi sharmana chod ke thodi si besharam ban jaogi toh jaan hi le logi." His hand moved to her back, slowly going up her spine.

"Tum... tum so jao." She gasped as his fingers searched for the zipper behind her.

"Tum sula do." He pressed his lower lip, dipping his head to the side.

She took a deep breath to control the buzzing heartbeat in her ears. He was not completely in his senses. He needed to sleep.

She tugged at his hand, which was unable to reach the zipper under her hair, "Idhar takiye pe sar rakho... main sula deti hun tumhe."

"Nahi, aise nahi... mujhe pyar se sulao... mujhe dekhna hai kitna pyar karti ho tum mujhse." His fingers brushed her ears, his voice slurring a little.

She could feel the heat from his body searing her, making it more difficult for her to tear away from him while he invoked extreme sensations in her. His intoxicated eyes had the hunger that made her crave even more for him.

Her hand moved to the open collar of his white shirt, fingers grazing his neck before reaching the hair ends. As she brought his head down, he swayed. She pushed him back, till he was against the backrest. Shifting closer to him, she again let her fingers slide inside his collar, kissing his cheek.

He inhaled deeply, her fragrance exploding in his head, making him feel even lighter than he had been feeling till now. She tilted her head, placing a hard kiss on his jaw. His hand roamed over her back, pressing her more to feel her softness against his chest. Her fingers moved lower from his collar bones, opening the buttons. Not even one snapped as she slowly freed each one. The shirt was on the floor in no time. He drew in a sharp breath as her lips landed on his throat while her hand explored his hard chest, feeling the muscles under her soft palms... moving to the firm shoulders, slipping down to his strong arms before going back to his chest again. Her lips landed on his, rubbing his lower lip with hers while her tongue probed his mouth. The more she deepened the kiss, more he was breathless and stronger was his desire for her.

As Naina showed layers of her wild side, the impact of her actions intensified the effect of liquor on him, lighting up a wild fire that consumed them slowly at first. And then, with a fierceness, the raging fire of passion burned them to ashes.

Next update tomorrow evening