"The best feeling in the whole world is watching things finally fall into place after watching them fall apart for so long "

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Harsimrat kaur POV

After breakfast he again went to room for his office work on laptop and said me not to disturb him .

By the way I'm not even interested to talk to him.

So, why I bother to disturb him.

Nothing to do any work, even I can't even do gardening or watering the rose bushes.

Well I never asked him that why he plant only rose bushes not any other shrubs or flower plants.

Even cleaning was done of every room. I did laundry also.
Even dadima was also reached half an hour ago.

Even television was also not showed something due to bad weather signal got corrupted or attenuated.. Whatever.

Wait!

One room is always closed..

Why not I search that room.

Yess!

It's on ground floor adjacent to dadima's room.It's just always closed from outside, not locked.

Even I never gave the round to every room because I never be at home and at day time I'm in office and only at night I'm home, I'm very tired that time and after dinner I lay on bed or argue with my jerk husband.

So, today I'm free to trip to every room.

When I opens that room, it was pitch dark inside. Maybe he never open this room, I don't even understand this thing that if before he lives alone why on first place he bought this large bungalow and this even much bigger for two people.

Anyways, where is switch board.

I ON flashlight of my mobile.

Wow!

Amazing!

So, he hide this here.

I switch on the light.

It's wonderful, like my dream fullfil.

This is my favorite place then how I miss this part.

Did you guess what I'm talking about.

Yeah, it's a wonderful room without any window or any other disturbance.

Also very cozy, in this monsoon.

There is a fireplace exterior with cobled blue brick work. A large painting hanging above it. And also small cushion couch placed in front of fireplace.

In centre small table and three couches are placed with designed around it.

And the best part is adjacent walls are fill with books of racks. Yeah, it's a library.

He's really a mine type.

Typical me.

My heart is filled with joy, how many books he have. I always want mini library in my house, by looking this my dream comes true.

Only some of the boys are interested in books and I'm lucky that he have also somewhat brain left instead of jumping on random girls.

I start looking for what kind of books he is interested.

He have collection of all the novels of Chetan bhagat.. wow.
2 states: The story of my marriage, five point someone, one Indian girl, girl in room 105, half girlfriend..
and many more..
Even he have Shakespeare's romeo and Juliet.

Rabindranath Tagore's.. Hungry stone, The wreck, The golden boat, The gardener and many more.

Other romance books whose author's name I never heard before. But their cover page and from name of the books seems very interesting.

From where he bought such wonderful books.

And also poetry section filled with Gulzaar's poetry.. mine favorite.
Many more I can't even count them.

I never thought he also have same taste in books like me..

He never showed his this side to any one, from heart he's such a typical romantic boy.

I never thought a playboy can also read books also nerd like me in any corner of the room with cup of hot tea sipping with reading lips is just a amazing thing .

And in the last rack  books filled with our Electronics engineering books.

Great.

He still have.

Graduation books.

They are placed according to semester wise in racks in ascending order.

What kind of man he is .

I realize I never really know him, he's not that what he's show, he's someone else which I still can't figure out 

By looking at these books I missed my graduation days, lovely like a dream, my every morning was started for him only, just looking at him, mine day start.

Yeah that was just a dream.

And that dream broke on last day of graduation.

Anyways,  that was past.

But still it hurts, it feels like its just yesterday, everytime I look at him I realize he never leaves my mind , he still there as like before in pumping part of my body.

I never really forget him.

I hate him everyday of my life maybe because I never  really forget him.

Maybe nothing was change, instead of only one thing.

He's the same like before, but I changed.

First I thought that wherever he go with whoever he spent night, day at the end he came to me, at the end he's mine.

That stupid faith maybe become true but not that way how I want because maybe we never got everything like we want.

Now, I have him in my life as my husband but now I don't have any stupid faith that he's mine after the moment he rejects me I realized he never be mine, in which stupid faith I live four years is nothing but a nightmare .

When I'm in crumpled past memories my eye caught a glimpse of old large book like any diary without name at the corner of the rack .

It's not look like any Engineering book.

Curiosity killing me why he place this odd one in this rack.

I grab the book.

It look like many years old book, which faded it's true color.

Their is no title, no name of this book...odd.

Look like more a personal diary.

I open the first page, few lines written on it without any heading,  without any persons name to whom this belong, maybe that was not required because the handwriting shows whom to it belongs.

Yeah, it's his.

Doctors cursive.

Which I like the most, maybe still I like that.

This proves love is blind.

Anyways I read the content which he wrote.

She's standing face to the notice board and her back to me.
From her outfit she look like a pure soul.
First time I'm interested to know about the girl.
She's look like a odd one out among other girls.
Her hairs are inch above her waist, falling into a perfect braid.
I waits for her to turn around but she's still engrossed into the notice board.
And then she left the space without showing her face.

                                             1/08/2012
What is this now??

Pain shoots through my eyes to whole body, to whom he referred.

Wait!!  This date ,how I forgot this.

First day of our college when I first time saw him.

Means he also saw some girl on that day..It hurts by knowing that he never was mine, and I'm making stupid beliefs.

Tear slipped from my eyes and land on the seven year old pages.

I shut the book immediately I don't have enough heart to turn the other page.

"Searat "

Shit!!

"Searat my wife where are you "

"I'm joking about that you left this place "

" Searat I'm missing you "

Crap!!

I wipe my tears, and hurriedly place the diary on her place and when I turned around he's standing at the door shirtless, staring through my eyes.

Did he saw that I read his diary.

" What are you doing here?? "

" I-i just wondering to roam your house than I just reach this room,, it's nice.. I never know that you are also interested to read romance novels, Gulzaar's poetry "I blabbered whatever came to my mind.

" You. Are. Not. Allowed. Here "I spill with gritted teeths, what's wrong to him.

"What?? Why? "I can't looking straight because his body is giving me goosebumps by looking at it.

"This is my place..and no one is allowed in this room " arrogant jerk.

" Not only yours, this is mine place also, you say that I'm your wife so according to this whatever is your is also mine "I sat down on couch comfortably, I'm not his slave to hear him whatever he say.

" Okay, so now you accept this that you are my wife "I frown, where he taking this conversation.

He came close to me and sat beside me adjacently.

What he's going to do now??

I remain looking at my lap.

He placed his right hand around my shoulder..i shiver with his touch ..he came more near me and whisper in my ears "So, you are obeying my saying that you are my wife, so now I'm saying we have to further proceed in our marriage, did you understand what I'm asking "Cold shiver ran through my spine.. First thing he is shirtless and second is he's touching mine body and his lips are near my ears and the third is what actually he is saying.

I get up from the couch and he hold my wrist and pull me on his lap.

I'm shocked, my face strike with his naked chest, oh my god, where this turning into.

I control my urge to place my lips on his hard chest. It's perfect. To roam hands on it.

Shut up Searat!!

But he's right he is actually my husband.my husband. Oh my god.

What I'm thinking, a minute ago I'm cursing him and now I'm melting in his arms.

He roam his fingers in my loose hairs and remove the pin from it.

" I already told you don't ever tie your hairs when I'm near " he hold me tight against his chest place a kiss in my hairs.

I'm already melting in his arms, what came into him.

I can't handle anymore.

I fiddled in his arms to get up but he hold me more.

" Searat stop moving or I forgotting we are not in our bedroom "I stop moving.

Seriously, what came into him.

He's not alright.

Or I'm not.

" Relax I'm not biting you, you are my wife, it's fine in which position
we are " what happen to my Jerk husband.

Is anyone inform me.

He place my legs on couch and lay on it and placed his legs on table, his old mannerless habit.

He is not letting me go. So, I just relaxed against his chest.

Above all his chest is really hot I mean his body is warm more than me. In background noise of pouring rain fall into ears, don't know anything more beautiful than this moment.

His heartbeat is reaching my ears.

How I handle his embrace. My cheeks are touching his body my eyes are closed, now I also want to live in this moment.

Or may be whole life I want to remain in his embrace.

Forgetting the past for a while this present is more beautiful.

He start roaming his fingers on my back, heat rush through me.

"Searat "

"Hmm "

"Did you feel something "

"Hmm "

"What you feel?? "he stroke my hairs with his other hand.

"Don't know "

"Okay, I'll tell you... This is how we meant "

I don't say anything.

"Can I tell you something "

"Hmm "my eyes are getting heavy .

" You're mine "

After this I don't hear anything because I fall asleep against his warm chest.

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Something caress my cheek, something little pointed. That touch reaches from cheek to chin and then start moving over my lower lip.

My eyes opened.

And meet with dark brown eyes, his fingers are still on my lips, I roam my eyes we are still in library on same couch, and he's still sitting on that position but my position was changed now, my head was placed in his lap.
His one hand was still in my hairs.

"Ammy..."his fingers are still caress my lips.

"Shhh!!"

Then he placed his lips on my chin near my lips but his fingers are still touching my lips and his little beard is pinching my lips. Stomach fills with foreign feeling. My mind went dumb, brain stop working, it doesn't feel anything wrong.

It's perfect.

Now my body is aching for his warm lips. He removes my dupatta, my cleavage is visible to him now. His eyes are roaming on my Breast like a hungry beast. But he don't do anything, thank god I'm not ready for this now.

Instead of it he opens the thread on my back of kurti and placed his hand there on back. My heart flutters what he's doing next. And then with other hand he remove the fabric from my shoulder, my one sided shoulder was exposed now.

Then he again places his warm lips over my shoulder, it feels like I'm naked under his touch.He start pestering sloppy kisses all over my shoulder and his lips are doing me crazy. My eyes getting closed and my hands are moving toward his bare back .

And then his phone rang. And I came into senses what I'm doing. How I allow him to do this.

My eyes fully opened and I fully awake now.

He also left my skin but looking through my eyes without any shame. My shoulder is still exposed, I get up immediately and picked up my dupatta from table and wear it around my neck.

His phone again rang.

By taking chance I moves toward exit then he grab my wrist and pull me against his bare chest.My back is touching his chest.

Then he whispers in my ears.

"I'm not done yet, wife "

And then he placed his warm lips on my earlobe.

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Good evening dear beauties and gentleboys.

Satsriakal ji.

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7th Sep'2019

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