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Naina looked at Sameer's bewildered expression and uttered in a low voice, "Lo, aa gayi main. Ab karo tareef."

He did not move... or react.

With a hint of a sly smile and glittering eyes, she lifted his hand... to place it on her waist.

The feel of rustling satin over her velvety skin under his fingers sent another shock wave through him. The focus returned to his eyes. It registered to him that all this was real... he wasn't dreaming. The blood in his veins rushed to his ears, pounding so hard that he had to jerk his head to see and comprehend clearly.

Her lips moved, "Kya hua... jaan."

His fingers curled tight on her waist... she could feel the raw emotion in them.

"Naina, tum... tum theek ho?" His raspy voice was layered with concern.

Her heart filled up with warmth. In spite of the burning desire that she could see in his eyes, his concern for her was foremost in his heart and mind.

With a slight nod of head, she placed her hands on his shoulders, "Intezar kar rahi hun."

"Kiska?" The word was no more than a whisper.

"Tareef ka." He could see the specks of his own turbulence in her brown eyes.

He swallowed, his eyes drifting down her face. The pink satin stretched over her curves, descending into a soft fall under it. His hand on her waist made it wrinkle on one side, showing the delectable inward dip. The heat seared his palm. He lifted the other hand, and placed it on the other side of her waist... the fabric crinkled more, and curves were more pronounced. His breath dragged as his eyes moved over the lace pattern on her neckline. The robe did not show much skin, overlapping to cover most of it. His finger hooked into the loop that secured the belt at her waist. Panels parted, and creamy expanse of her neck, collar bone and more was open to his gaze, gleaming skin peeking through lacy straps of the inner part of nighty. His throat went dry.

She was magic... and he was under the spell.

"Kya tareef karu tumhari, Naina. Tumhe dekh ke sab bhool gaya hun." His deep, raspy voice and eyes dilated with passion were evidence enough.

One end of her lips hinted a smile. Her effect on him was highly gratifying.

He brought one hand to her face. With a faint touch of his index finger, he traced the side, from forehead to chin.

"Iss chehre ki tareef ke liye koi shabd nahin hain... jab bhi dekhta hun, lagta hai duniya mein iss chehre se zyada sundar kuch nahi hai... aur jab nahi dekh paata, toh aankh band kar leta hun... band aankhon ke peeche hamesha rehta hai tumhara chehra. Main iss janam mein har pal bhi dekhta rahun toh bhi mera dil nahi bharega." He declared hoarsely.

She drew in a breath, staring into his eyes.

He opened his fist and all his fingertips touched her delicately. With feather strokes, he trailed lower, going down her silky skin till he reached her heart, "Iss dil ki tareef toh kar hi nahi sakta. Jitna pyar yahan hai utna kisi ke paas nahi hoga. Mujhe khud pe naaz hota hai jab bhi sochta hun ki iss dil mein meri tasveer hai, yeh saara pyar mere liye hai, inn dhadkano mein mera naam hai. Tumhare dil se behtar koi jagah nahi hai mere rehne ke liye."

He could feel her heartbeat drum wildly under his fingers. His gaze fell to the rapid rise and fall under his hand. When he looked back at her, his eyes had the darkness of midnight. The raw hunger in them made a shiver run down her spine.

His hands went around her wrists. Her skin erupted into goosebumps when they started to move up her arms very slowly, till they reached her shoulders... and started moving down again, on her side, till they were again at her waist.

His voice was thick with desire when he spoke, "Iss khoobsurati ki kaise tareef karunga, Naina? Kaise bataun tumhe ki tum kya ho? Tumhe chune se jo ahsaas hota hai, tumhe dekh ke jo mehsoos hota hai, tumhare kareeb aa ke jo sukoon milta hai... Naina, tumhari khushbu se hi madhosh ho jaata hun main. Jitna paas aata hun utna aur kareeb aane ko dil karta hai. Tumhe har waqt apni saanson mein rakhna chahta hun. Tum mein hi khoye rehna chahta hun. Kaise karun tumhari tareef... yeh zindagi kaafi nahi hai batane ke liye ki tum kitni sundar ho."

She trembled under his hold. Unable to bear the distance between them, she crashed into his chest. Her hands slipped behind his neck. His heart thudded under her ear. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the heady fragrance that snatched whatever sanity was left in him.

She felt her feet lift off the floor next moment. But it did not alarm her... the strong hold around her waist kept her secured till she was placed back on the ground again, next to the wall. She was pinned against it when his lips met hers. She felt each and every cell of her body come alive at his assault. It wasn't a soft kiss. It was fierce and demanding. Her hands tightened around his neck, her head tilted, her cheat heaved against his hard muscles. His hands clutched her waist tighter as he deepened the kiss. Her honeyed taste made him crave for more. The kiss did nothing to douse the fire within... it fuelled the yearning. It made both their blood roar pulsating through their veins. The growing intensity of her kiss left no doubt in his mind about her need matching his.

His patience dwindled. His hands rushed up her shoulders to push back the outer part of her nighty.

As the satin garment slithered to the floor, Naina broke apart, breathing heavily. His lips did not break contact with her skin, moving down her throat to the collar bone... his hands rubbed her bare arms. She gasped aloud as his teeth scraped against her. He blew over it, raining small kisses across her shoulder, till he reached the curve of her arm. Her nails dug into his back when he nipped again, soothing it the next instant with a soft kiss over it.

Her loud moan brought him back to her lips, craving for more. He was getting more desperate as her mouth moulded under him, her body arched beneath his weight, her hands behind his back clutched his kurta... and the kiss raged between them. There was no count of kisses between them. But this one could be classified as rare. They fought to get more from the other, and they gave in to other's demand. They wanted to dominate, and they surrendered. They filled themselves with each other's taste, drowning in the daze as their breaths became one.

The need for air made him tear himself away from her. Her eyes were shut. His gaze flickered to her swollen lips which were slightly parted. He controlled the temptation to take them again. Her breathing was laboured. Her heated breath fanned his face.

"Naina. Meri Naina." He proudly looked at her flushed cheeks.

Her eyes opened slowly... and met his. The blaze in them shook him. He was possessed by his enchantress tonight. Her brown orbs of fire drew him even more to her, if it was even possible. Her body was plastered to him, her lips were barely an inch away from him, her fragrance enveloped him completely, her feel under his fingers bewitched him, her breath tantalised him... yet he was desperate for her.

Her hands moved from his back to his chest, "Yehi button the na jo tumhe pareshan kar rahe the."

Before her words could make sense to his fogged brain, the ripping sound was followed by clatter on the floor. His kurta had lost its buttons. In a split second, he pulled it over his head, wrapping his arms around her again. Her gaze drifted to his bare chest. He smiled in satisfaction as her eyes sparkled with glowing specks at the view. The smile turned to a deep groan when her lips skimmed over his skin. Her kisses were like fire, leaving a singed trail. He threw his head back, gloating and suffering at the same time. A sharp sting over his heart made his head jerk back to see her flash a victorious smile. She ducked his leaning mouth, going for his neck. His senses were reduced to ashes as she peppered kisses on his throat, moving up to nibble at his prickly jaw. Her lips made a raspy sound as they grazed against the growth on his skin.

She shivered at the sensation. He was hypnotised by her actions. Her boldness was his ultimate undoing. He could bear the torment no more.

With a hoarse grunt he lifted her in his arms. Their eyes locked with each other as he carried her to the couch and hovered over her. She did not close her eyes like earlier times when he blew on her face. The spell on him seemed to be more intense as he gazed into her eyes.

"Kya kiya hai tumne, Naina? Kaisa jaadu kiya hai... main bilkul hosh kho baitha hun. Tum sach mein Naina hi ho na?" He whispered against her face, enamoured by the circle of her arms around his neck as she pulled him closer.

Her voice was full of promise as she hissed in his ear, "Tumhari Naina."

He could not answer as she impatiently brought his face down and pressed her lips against his. He parted his lips, and accepted her assault. His hands explored her dips and rises, the smooth softness of her skin making him go berserk with need. Her hands moved over his toned chest and abdomen, making him shudder.

There was a loud roar of thunder from outside, but the roar of their buzzing desire made every other sound lose out. The world of their own love was the only one that mattered.

Almost two years of togetherness vanished into thin air. It was like the same night of their honeymoon... when she had worn this pink satin nighty for the first time. The flames in room were missing today, but the fire within burnt stronger. Time had not dimmed anything... it had made it more intense.

No claims for fainting due to excessive heat would be entertained as fair warning was given in the beginning.

I guess I've earned myself a two days break now. Jokes apart, I actually need two days off for some urgent work.

Next update on Tuesday evening