Sameer had already gone into an alert mode seeing her coming close. "Naina... tumse... mujhe tumse kuchh...", he gathered courage to speak, but before he could complete, they were disturbed by the cordless ring in the living room and Sameer closed his eyes in annoyance.

Sameer received the call in displeasure, but he heard a soft voice from the other end.

"Sameer..."

"Mummy... aap..." Sameer's voice turned cheerful.

"Kaisa hai beta?" Vishakha asked softly.

"Mai thik hu Mummy, aap kaise ho?" Sameer went on to sit on the sofa chair.

"Mai... bass.... Thik hu..." Vishakha replied hesitantly.

"Kahiye? Aaj subah-subah bete ki yaad kaise aayi?" He teased her.

Vishakha answered, "woh... aaj na... purane photo albums dekh rahi thi... toh teri yaad aa gayi ek photo dekhkar... yaad hai, mai tere summer holidays ke time Ahmedabad aayi thi aur tujhe skates lakar diye the... aur tu kaise gir gaya tha... Dhadaaammmm!!!" She laughed while sharing the sweet incident.

Sameer too laughed remembering the tale his mother was over-dramatically narrating. It was the time when his mother would visit him sometimes during his holidays. Those would be the best days for him, as both Nanu and his mother were around him. It was the 7th grade Summer holidays, when Vishakha had gifted him the roller skates for the first time, and he had fallen badly.

Vishakha continued, "uske baad tune darr ki wajah se 10din tak haath bhi nahi lagaya tha skates ko." Her voice lowered and turned gentle, "lekin phir tune Papa se baat ki aur unhone tujhe samjhaya ki darr par jeet hasil karni chahiye. Aur uske baad, tune jo skates chalaye hai..." She tried to laugh again at the fond memories.

Sameer was carefully listening to his mother, just smiling in between. First he thought she was just casually apprising about his childhood days, but then the earnestness with which she was talking about Nanu, he felt it was beyond just the photo album and the memory behind it.

"Mummy... kuchh hua hai kya? Kya baat hai? Sach sach bataiye," Sameer became worried.

Vishakha fumbled to have gotten caught by her son, but she revealed with a sigh, "Sameer.... Woh... 4-5 din pehle ek bura sapna dekha maine... tu kahi andhere me akela chale jaa raha tha... aur tabse bass jee ghabra raha hai mera," she paused for a moment and said, "Sameer, tu thik hai na beta... pata nahi aisa kyu lag raha hai ki tu pareshan hai..."

Sameer heard his mother's concerned voice for him and looked at the Lord Krishna idol in the room.

How was his bond with these two women in his life, Naina and Mummy, so strong and deep with him?

Naina, who he has his soul-connection with, who was the purpose of his living, wasn't ready to let him leave for that meeting. He had seen it in her eyes. And Vishakha, who had given birth to him, who was the reason behind him living a life, had seen a nightmare about him, probably only during those days.

"Sameer, kya hua beta? Sab thik hai na?" Not getting a reply, Vishakha asked again as she started to panic. "Mai na Sunday ko hi phone karne wali thi, lekin mai khud hi busy thi uss din... Sameer... sab..."

"Mummy... mummy..." Sameer tried to pacify her and gently smiled, "mai bilkul thik hu. Aap tension mat lo."

"Haan haan jaanti hu... tu bahot bada ho gaya hai na..." Vishakha felt a bit better listening to his assurance.

Sameer just laughed, feeling good to have heard the same dialogue from his mother in all these years.

"Mujhe saari baatein na batayi toh bhi chalega, Sameer. Woh shayad meri kismat me hi nahi tha. Ki apne bete ke saamne baithkar uski saari baatein sunu." Vishakha paused for a moment and sighed, "lekin Naina se sab kuchh share karna beta... woh tumhari life-partner hai, kam se kam usse baatein mat chhuapana..."

Sameer giggled hard. How were these elders so much in sync? He had listened to the same advice from Rakesh Papa and now his mother, in the span of twelve hours.

"Haan Mummy... mai Naina se kuchh bhi nahi chhupata... aap chaho toh puchh lo usi se..." He pursed his lips and squeezed his eyes shut for lying to his mother. But he reasoned it to himself that he is anyway going to share about that incident to Naina.

He then enquired about her well-being and also asked about Rohan and Deepika. As he disconnected the call a few minutes later, he got up and walked to the Krishna idol. Papa seemed to have done pooja too before leaving. He stood there recalling the phone call again. How Mummy had spoken exactly what he needed to hear? He reminisced about the incident she was talking about. True that after falling and hurting himself badly while learning the skates, he hadn't even looked at it for days. But then Nanu had encouraged him that he needed to overcome his dreads, because one cannot progress if he's overpowered by his own apprehensions , may it be regarding anything.

He poured some sesame oil into the already lit diya, and wondered why only this particular memory... Did this again have some connection to what's going on with him these days?  Is it a sign? Of course... it was.... Hadn't that night become much worse for him because of all that he faced during his way back? Those empty roads, those barking dogs, that drunkard man.... He had become extremely timid after getting encountered with his fears all at once. And as he looked at the book of BhagwadGeeta kept there, with the cover of Lord Krishna guiding Arjun, he registered that probably it was to tell him that he needed to conquer his fears now too. And it wasn't just the fear of darkness or stray animals or lonely roads. It was also about surmounting the fear of not getting success, fear of uncertainty and his self-doubt. He smiled, thinking as if Bhagwanji was just sitting next to Mummy and telling her to speak all this, including her speaking about him sharing things with Naina.

He joined his hands near the chest. "Kar raha hu baat bhagwanji... kar raha hu... itne hints dene ki zaroorat nahi hai..." he said. He had barely believed in God until he met Naina. But now, it appeared that Bhagwanji was working specifically for him... putting difficulties in his path... but then also blessing him with a strong support system to face that. He chuckled and then hollered while sitting back on the sofa chair, "Nainaaa... yaha aao na... kya kar rahi ho?"

"Theple bana rahi hu Sameer... nashte ke liye," came the reply from the kitchen.

Naina first came with a cup of tea for him. And as he finished his tea, within the next ten minutes, she came with a dish in hand, served with two theplas, a bowl of curd and mirchi achaar. "Yeh lo, shuru karo..." She placed the dish on the centre table in front of him.

"Tum bhi aao na... aur Papa ke liye?" He asked.

She turned midway to reply, "mai bhi aati hu, tum shuru toh karo... aur Papa aate hi unke liye bhi bana dungi," she said while hurrying to the kitchen to flip the one on the tawa.

Sameer tore a small piece of thepla, dipped it into the curd and ate it, devouring it while closing his eyes and moaning in appreciation. Naina then served him a few more hot theplas and when he was on his last one, she joined him on the sofa with a dish of hers.

"Achaar kaise bana hai? Maa ne batayi recipe." She asked.

He stopped eating for a second, remembering the taste of the achaar he had eaten in his childhood and then replied, "bahot achchha bana hai," with a morsel still in his mouth.

She laughed looking at her cute husband. They conversed on random topics, and as Naina went to the kitchen to keep the plates, Rakesh returned from the school.

"Papa, aap haath-muh dho lijiye, mai garma-garam theple banati hu aapke liye." Naina suggested him.

Rakesh came back to the living room after freshening up and sat on the sofa, he looked cheerful. Happy to have spent a good time with his other son-in-law, he talked about his visit to school and how Shubham had taken him to introduce him to the Principal of the school and referred to him as his father-in-law. As Rakesh kept on praising Shubham, while relishing the theplas, Naina was observing Sameer if he felt bad about Shubham getting praised in front of him. She didn't find any such expressions on his face, but still was unsure of it. Later, as everyone's breakfast was over and Papa got busy with his book, Sameer thought of talking to Naina and he just got up to go to the bedroom, but instead saw Naina coming with a cotton bag and a purse in her hand.

"Mai sabzi lekar aati hu, sham ke liye sabzi nahi hai ghar me." Naina announced, informing both her husband and father.

Sameer frowned, "tum kyun jaa rahi ho? Papa dopahar ko bahar jaayenge toh aate waqt lekar aayenge na."

Rakesh heard his name and looked up from his book, "mai kaha ja raha hu?"

Sameer turned to him, "aap jate ho na dopahar ko bahar kahi... 'kisi kaam se'" He stressed on the last line.

Rakesh fumbled for a moment, "woh... aaj nahi hai koi kaam."

"Arey, ek minute... Meri baat toh sun lo pehle." Naina was irked. "Mujhe abhi ke liye bhi kadi-patta aur dhaniya chahiye. Toh aati hu mai jaldi." She stated and left the house.

Sameer stomped his foot in annoyance. For the past five days he was avoiding talking about it and now when he decided to open up, he wasn't getting the time. He walked back to the sofa, and switched the television on, hoping to pass the time as both Papa and Naina looked like the busiest people in this country. Naina returned a bit late and she reasoned that Preeti had also joined her resulting in their extended market visit. It was lunch time and Naina decided to cook Sameer's favourite today and Sameer too joined her for preparation. A fleeting thought crossed his mind if he should talk to her now, but this was certainly not the right time and also not the kind of solitude he wanted. When lunch was over, Sameer headed to the bedroom. Rakesh took out his monthly expense diary, checking all the expenses and then counting the money they had. Naina wrapped her cleaning and headed to the bedroom.

Sameer was going through the magazines once again, while sitting crossed legs on the mattress, just to see the kind of stories they had published and he pitied the magazine publishers for missing out on such a beautiful story by Naina. He saw Naina entering the room and signaled her to sit in front of him.

Naina smiled, walking towards him, and then sat across from him crossing her legs. "Suna hai Kadambini me bahot achchhi kahaniyaan chhap ke aati hai..." She thought of teasing him.

He glared at her and said in a serious tone, "mai mazak me mood me nahi hu Naina."

"Achchha? Toh kiss mood me ho?" She stifled a giggle while emphasizing the word kiss.

Sameer closed the magazine and kept staring at the front page, not wanting to answer anything.

Naina softened looking at his pensive mood, she grabbed one of his hands in hers and asked, "suno, subah Papa Shubham Jiju ki tareef kar rahe the, toh tumhe bura lag raha tha?"

Sameer frowned at her question. Where did this suddenly come from? He narrowed his eyes, thinking, and then realized that she might be connecting it to his outburst on the day of jewellery shopping.

He gently smiled, "nahi Naina... uss din maine jo kuchh bhi kaha, woh sirf uss ek pal ke liye tha. Mere dil me Shubhamji ko lekar aisi koi feeling nahi hai, jo unki taaref se mai bura maan jau," he clarified earnestly.

Naina got relaxed listening to it, but again straightened, "phir aise serious kyun baithe ho? Jaise pata nahi kaunsi soch me ho..."

He licked his lips in nervousness, grabbed her other hand in his and entwined their fingers, "Naina... kuchh... baat karni hai tumse..." he said.

They heard the telephone ring and as soon as Naina uttered 'bolo', they heard Rakesh's voice the next moment.

"Nainaaaa.... Phone hai tere liye..." Rakesh hollered from the living room.

"Yeh phone ki toh mai..." Sameer muttered a curse and Naina left to attend the call while laughing in her way.

She came back within two minutes mumbling something to herself and then spoke aloud, "Sahiba ka phone tha. Woh iss Sunday ko Capt. Maan ja rahe na wapas ship pe, toh unhone ek chhotasa get-together rakha hai sabke liye. Hume bhi bulaya hai. Sham ko 5 baje." She finished all at once and stood near a cotton basket thinking about something.

Sameer was irritated now, "Naina yaar... mai nahi ja raha kahi..."

"Sameer, ek chhoti si snacks party hai. Aur yahi dusre wing me toh hai. Aur, aaj aur kal, 2 din chhutti hai na toh sab maan bhi gaye." Naina cajoled him, while collecting her used clothes from the cotton basket.

"Thik hai, sochte hai uss ke baare me. Tum pehle aao toh yahan." He was piqued for not having his wife's attention. But not getting any heed to his plea, he saw Naina tugging the bedsheet of the mattress. He threw tantrums again but Naina kept on making cute and innocent faces and he had to get up.

Seeing the stack of her clothes and the bedsheet clutched in her arms, he sulked, "yeh dhobighat abhi hi nikalna tha kya? Mujhe baat karni hai tumse."

"Sameer tumhe toh pata hai ab yeh. Aur sirf abhi hi time hai mere paas." She reasoned. This time Sameer was completely annoyed by Naina's habit of washing all the clothes she had worn during her periods and also the bedsheet used in those five days, all at once.

"Naina, mai na baat nahi karunga tumse." He thought of trying one last time, seeing her leaving the room.

Naina paused near the door and turned to look at him, "I love you too," she said, blew a kiss in the air and left for the bathroom while yelling midway, "dusri bedsheet bichha denaaaa...."

"Mai nahi bichhaunga..." He yelled back, grumbling.

He was now waiting impatiently for her, hastily rifling through the pages of Grihshobha. Isn't there any magazine for married men who teach how to keep your wife focused on you? He mused. He had already smoothed out the new bedsheet and now not finding anything to do, he spread his legs while resting his head on the wall and shut his eyes.

Naina took her own time to wash all the clothes, draw them once through the Dettol water and then put it on the balcony rods for drying. As they were leaving at the time of evening snacks, she thought of keeping something ready to eat for Papa, so that he can have it whenever he would feel hungry. So rawa upma was made on the suggestion of her father. Waking up Sameer, who was now sleeping on his stomach by hiding his face in a cushion, and coaxing him to get ready for the get-together was another task for her. Sameer was almost behaving like an early teenager, who was upset at not getting any attention. Finally she and her petulant husband got ready and left the house by 5pm.

It was 9:30 at night. Naina was cleaning the countertop after finishing the dish-wash. There weren't many utensils tonight and she finished it quickly. Sameer and her had returned by 6:40 in the evening as the chit-chats at the get-together had prolonged. They both were almost full due to the heavy snacks and Sameer had already declared he would skip the dinner. Naina still had to cook for Rakesh Papa and she had one-roti and daal with him, just to give him company, while they all engaged themselves with old Hindi songs on television.

"Naina, mai ja raha hu tehelne." Rakesh informed her.

"Jee Papa. Aapko kuchh chahiye?" She asked while washing her hands.

"Nahi, tu ja sone. Mai bhi aate barabar sone wala hu." Rakesh stated and left for the walk taking the house key with him.

Naina wiped her hands to a cloth and sighed, thinking she finally got some peaceful time with her husband. Sameer was all pettish today since afternoon, so much so that he hadn't even accompanied her for the dish-wash and had dashed to the bedroom soon after she and Papa finished their dinner. She recollected him saying he wanted to talk to her, but she was constantly occupied with something or the other. She switched off the kitchen lights and strolled to the bedroom, smirking at the irony of the day. In the morning, it was her who had cautioned Sameer for not talking to him for the whole day, and now here she was, going to appease her grumpy husband. She sauntered into the room, and locked the door.

Sameer had changed into his maroon colored nightwear and now was standing near the window with his arms crossed and leaning on the wall. He was looking somewhere out and recalling the get-together hosted by Sahiba and Maan. They had invited Vanita-Jatin; Shibani being out of the town, Preeti-Shubham accompanied by Tanvi, Sejal accompanied by Aditya; her husband being posted in Calcutta, and Naina and him. There were many varieties of snacks from different states of India and cold drinks, which they got to know was all planned by Capt. Maan. They all got indulged in various topics, sometimes in different groups of gents and ladies and sometimes all together discussing common topics.

But there was one statement by Preeti that had again put him into the thinking mode. They all were talking about how the dynamics between husband-wife change over the time, but Preeti had interrupted Vanita and said, "Mai yeh sab nahi maanti Vanita. Kyunki mere saamne sabse best example hai Naina aur Sameer Jiju ka. Jitna woh ek-dusre ke liye karte hai, utna shayad koi na kare. Aur unke rishte me jitni transparency hai, itni maine kisi jode me nahi dekhi."

Him and Naina had just smiled, feeling awkward about getting praised in front of their newly formed friends, but since then Sameer was feeling guilty about one of the words Preeti had used.

Transparency...

He was astounded by the number of hints the destiny was giving to him to open up to his wife. Yes, he wanted to be transparent in his relationship with Naina, but apparently he was keeping things from her more often. But he wanted to break it.

He was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice Naina standing beside him. "Kya dekh rahe ho?" Naina tried to peep from the slider to see what her husband was looking at and got lost in it.

Her sweet voice brought him back to present. He looked at her and saw that she too had changed in her light blue night suit, and the door was locked. "Tumhari raah," he replied curtly, looking out again.

Naina's shoulders slumped, she freed his locked arms and mumbled, "sorry na... kuchh na kuchh kaam nikal hi raha tha..."

He smirked, "haan... Bill Clinton ke baad tum hi ho na sabse busy insaan," taunting her in a cold tone.

"Sameer... mujhe pata hai tumhe kuchh baat karni thi... bolo na... ab koi disturbance nahi hoga... pakka promise..." She pinched her throat, assuring him.

Sameer inhaled a deep breath and turned, now partially sitting on the window frame. He didn't want to waste any moment even in debating with Naina now. He took her hand in his and voiced, "Naina, meri uss meeting ke dusre din meri haalat dekhke bahot pareshan ho gayi thi na tum?" His voice was soft.

Fearsome expressions took over Naina's face and she just nodded, preparing herself to probably hear about that thing that had disturbed Sameer.

"Aur maine phir bhi tumhe kuchh nahi bataya, hai na..." he asked again and she cutely nodded. "Naina, bass yun samjho, uss din Aryan mera koi audition nahi le raha tha. Woh bass apni power aur position ka istemal kar raha tha." Sameer finally opened up about the incident.

"Matlab?" Perplexed, Naina queried.

He tried to elaborate, "Naina, Aryan uss film ka casting director hai. Uss film me kaun kaam karega, kaun nahi, yeh sab usi ke haath me hai. Aur phir film me role paane ke liye log kuchh bhi karne ke liye tayyar rehte hai, aur Aryan jaise log isi baat ka fayda uthate hai."

"Fayda matlab?" Naina stuttered, "paise maange unhone?"

A warm smile curved on Sameer's lips. The studious Naina preparing for CA may smell of corruption in this situation. But he wanted the writer Naina to use her brain here instead. At the same time, he knew how innocent and naive his wife was, so she can never think about the existence of such scenarios.

"Nahi, paise nahi maange." He cleared.

"Toh phir?" Naina's brows furrowed as she couldn't think of anything other than this that can be termed as 'fayda uthana.'

"Usne... matlab... he... he wanted a favour from me..." He stood up and looked ahead somewhere on the wall, "he wanted me to touch him.... The way he liked..." He had tried this for innumerable times to put it in Hindi, but somehow he just couldn't find proper words and undesirably spoke in the exact words that Aryan had used.

"Touch.. him... mm...matlab?" Naina mumbled, the words like 'favour' and 'touch' finally making her fathom what Sameer was trying to explain behind those unspoken words. "Sameer, usme tumhe..."

"Naina..." he interrupted her, "maine usse kuchh karne nahi diya..." He tried to console her and the next moment, Naina was hugging him tight. Till now, she had read the term like 'sexual harassment' only in magazines and newspapers, but she couldn't believe that her husband had actually gone through it that evening. No wonder why he was so shattered and disturbed from the event. Anyone who has faced this situation, must be shocked. And... gender didn't matter here. It was about being oppressed by someone powerful than you, and forcing you to do something undesirable. She started feeling heavy in her chest and tears pooled in her eyes.

Sameer sighed looking at his wife who looked unsettled and he didn't want this. He needed to calm her down first, so he caressed her head with his palm and gently said, while stroking her back, "Naina, mai bilkul thik hu. Tum meri chinta mat karo."

"Haan, jaanti hu. Bahot bade ho gaye ho na tum... aaye bade..." She muttered on his chest, with a heavy voice.

A laughter spurted Sameer's mouth. She had reprimanded him as if she was much older than him and also he found her using the same words by Vishakha in the morning. Since yesterday, he was literally experiencing a Deja-Vu kind of thing.

She drew back from the hug, and slapped on his arm, "hasi aa rahi hai tumhe," she said with teary eyes.

He chuckled again and caressed his sensitive girl's face, wiping her tears with his thumbs, "tum ho na mere sath, toh mera koi kuchh bhi bigaad nahi sakta. Uss sham ko tumne woh lambi-choudi request bheji thi na bhagwanji ko, mere liye, bass wahi kaam kar gayi."

She laughed and seeing her smiling face again, he put a gentle kiss on her forehead. He continued, "Subah kaha tha na tumne, ki hum ek ordinary couple ki tarah saari mushkilon ka saamna karenge. Toh thik hai... karte hai... woh bhi haskar aur muskura kar, dono milkar..."

"Tum pakka thik ho na Sameer?" She wanted to confirm.

"Thoda time toh laga hi Naina, isse bahar nikalne me... lekin tumhe dekhta hun na, toh sab kuchh apne aap thik hone lagta hai...." He took her hand to his lips and softly kissed it. She smiled heartily and so did he. "Bass ek baat ka bura lagta hai Naina... ki film industry ke iss ghatiya chehre se mera saamna hua," he added.

She saw his face going dull again. It must have taken so much courage for him to open up about that ugly incident and now since he has confessed about it to her, she didn't want him to go serious again. He was taking so much effort to keep her mood uplifted where it should have actually been the other way. It should be her who should make him smile.

Grinning widely, she chirped, "toh kya hua. Yeh tumhara 2 kilo ka haath hai na, isse zor se mukka maar dena... tumne toh aise kitne logon ke naak tode hai," she said while lifting his hand in the air.

His eyes widened, "kitne logo ke matlab? Mai kya Gunda lagta hu tumhe, joh logo ko maarta phirta hun?" He still avoided telling her that it had almost happened with Aryan too, just that his nose wasn't broken. Keeping up with his fake anger, he pouted his lips, "jao mai baat nahi kar raha tumse."

He turned fully towards the window, shoving his hands in his pockets. Naina chuckled and tried to make him smile while tickling him on his waist, but this time, he decided not to give up his fake anger so soon. She tried to move him from his place by pulling his arm with her little force, but he was too strong for her, so he remained unmoved and kept gazing out.

Amidst her failed attempts, Naina was keen to know what he was looking out at, as her view was hindered by the slider of the window, and as her curiosity reached its peak, she voiced, "aisa kya dekh rahe ho? Mujhe bhi dekhna hai."

She sidled in the small space between Sameer and the window, and stood exactly in front of him, her body almost brushing with his. And as she looked out, she saw the magnificent full moon beyond the concrete of the C wing building. It was a clear sky at night and there was a ring formed around the moon turning the sight spectacular. Also, the moonlight was glimmering all over with calm and peaceful vibes. They both looked at the yellowish full moon, not from different windows but from the same window this time... they weren't separated by the distance now, but were standing with each other, as each-other's support...

Naina gripped the bars of the window, her face shone with excitement and she gushed, "Wow Sameer!! Kitna sundar nazara hai na... kal poornima hai na... chaand dekho kitna sundar dikh raha hai..."

She just slightly turned to glance at him once and froze. His face was just behind her head and he was gaping at her like a madman. His black orbs had darkened and reflected love and desire.

"Aise kya dekh rahe ho?" She almost whispered.

"Apna chand dekh raha hu..." he said, nuzzling into her hair.

She blushed and craned to look at the moon again. Sameer quickly dashed a few steps back, switched the lights off, and joined her again, walking further, now plastering his body to hers. Their faces were glowing in the moonlight and a breeze ruffled their hair. He held a horizontal bar of the window, a little up at the right and gripped a bar left to Naina, a little down, caging her the exact way he had done years before, in their classroom. Then, Naina had broken her walls of acrimony, resentment, bitterness and had confessed her love to him, letting him enter into her life. And today, Sameer broke all his walls of scepticism, hesitancy, fear and self-doubt, assuring himself that he was worthy and capable of every success in this world, with Naina by his side.

He leaned forward to her left and softly kissed her temple with all the love he had, and Naina closed her eyes in contentment, heaving in exhilaration. He continued to put the kisses on the side of her face, on the left cheek, on the jaw, trailing down to her throat and her neck. It appeared he had casted a spell of magic on Naina, as she was rooted to her place, only breathing deeply, basking in the love of her husband. She also felt a tinge of lust in him, his hardening length on her back serving as a proof, but her condition was no different.

Sameer lifted his head up from her neck and paused near to her ears. He opened his mouth and whispered, "I... Love... you...", not at all in a hurry to finish it.

Naina's cheeks tinted crimson red with the heavy blush again. She took a breath and responded, "I love you too...."

Sameer blushed at the way she said it. It wasn't surprising at all that they both remembered every detail from their blissful moments in all these years. If he had said it while living each word of it just the way Naina had done years back, then she too remembered the way he was eager to say it then. But he wasn't satisfied with just one, he wanted to hear it again that time and now too. So he demanded, "Say it again...."

This time, she wasn't the shy Naina who took eternity to repeat it. She turned to face him and as he left his hands from the bars, she looped her hands behind his neck and repeated, "I love you too Hero..."

Sameer narrowed his eyes and teased her, wrapping his arms on her back, "Hero? Yeh failed insaan tumhara Hero hai?

She gasped, "haan hai, tumhe koi problem hai?"

He laughed, shaking his head in negative and dipped down to capture her lips in a gentle kiss. Naina reciprocated within a moment and she tiptoed, pushing herself more on him. They didn't move away from the open window, they didn't feel the need. They were just soaking themselves in each other's love, as they had fulfilled their promise to the moon that they will never let anything part them away and stay together forever. They were kissing each other as if the moon was the witness of their love. But it was, though!! This moon had witnessed their longing, when they were separated by distance. And now, it was witnessing their union, again... 

Sameer ran his tongue over Naina's lips, teasing her, and a shiver ran down her spine, activating all her senses and she opened her mouth for him. His tongue entered her mouth instantly and he groaned aloud. It was sheer bliss! His wife's lips tasted like a potion and he was the thirsty man wanting to quench his needs. Sameer noticed that Naina was trying to move up more, and standing almost on her toes. She was probably trying to rub her to his throbbing length. So he slipped his palm from her back, to her bottom, hooked it beneath her thigh and lifted her leg up upto his waist, helping her in satisfying her desire. The moment Naina felt his erection between her legs, she lost her sanity and their kiss turned wild with each stroke of her tongue. She put more of her weight on him, making him lean back and their need to consume each other sored high. He left her leg and took steps towards the mattress and her eventually retreating back while undoing his shirt's buttons in the way. His shirt was shedded and thrown somewhere in the room, while their passionate kiss still being on. His hands were searching for the hem of her top but suddenly Naina stumbled to the edge of the mattress and lost her balance. Their kiss was broken and she was about to fall badly, but Sameer's strong arms saved her by holding her lower back.

She heaved a sigh of relief and he remarked, "kasam se Naina... agar yaha pe bed hota na, toh uspe tumhare sath aur tumhare upar girne ka maza hi alag hota..." and he winked, making her blush.

In the next few moments, they both were kneeling on the mattress, resuming their kiss. Naina's hands were roaming on Sameer's muscular planes of his chest and belly while his hands were now desperate to touch her skin. Breaking the kiss for a brief moment, he whisked her top and started kissing her throat, neck and then shoulders, sliding the strap of her bra.

"Sameer... Ek minute..." Naina pushed on his shoulders, still in the haze of passion.

"Ab kya hai?" Agitated, he said, panting heavily.

"Tum pichhle paanch dino me mujhse door kyu bhag rahe the?" She asked.

"Kyaa??" His brows furrowed in bewilderment.

Why does she need to talk in the middle of a makeout? He wondered.

"Tumhare periods chal rahe the na Naina..." he somehow managed to answer.

"Lekin pehle toh kabhi aisa nahi kiya...." She wanted proper answers.

"Naina, hum iske baare me baad me baat kare please..." He pleaded and before she could come up with more questions, his hands wandered on her back, the hooks of her bra were unclasped and she was bared to him.

He slowly made her fall back on the mattress and settled on her, "paanch din door tha na tumse... toh ab mujhe mera kaam karne do..." his voice was hoarse.

"You are most welcome Mr. Maheshwari!!!" She consented and he dipped again into the crook of her neck, blessing every inch of her bare body with his kisses, licking and nibbling. His hands were roaming on his delicate doll's body, making her moan in pleasure. The noise of the desert cooler in the living room, which confirmed to them that Papa had returned, was turning out to be a blessing in disguise for them. As the sounds of their pleasure, their moans, loud groans, were getting suppressed by its noise. Soon the remaining barriers of the clothes were also removed and the couple lost themselves in the love, lust and passion for that night.

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