"Nainaaa... Finally mai office jaane wala hu..."

I still remember the way Sameer had grabbed me in a bone-crushing hug.

Our Exam was finally over and Mamaji asked Sameer to join the Office on the next day itself. We were happy that finally a new chapter will begin in Sameer's life... his professional journey... We both were dreaming of him sitting on his chair in his cabin, something that was his, something that Nanu had kept only for him. We were excited for his first day, but when he returned in the evening, he was a bit low. Upon asking him, he told me that he wasn't given a cabin and was given work like an apprentice. I consoled him stating that he should only focus on learning the business and not worry about his cabin. His favorite dishes in the dinner and a long passionate kiss by me on the stairs, and Sameer was back to his normal happy self.

On his second day, he was ready for breakfast wearing white shirt and black trousers. He was looking so handsome, charming and suave in that attire. I couldn't take my eyes off him and he knew his trick was working on me. By giving a peck on my lips, he left for the office and I busied myself in my own stuff.

In the afternoon, Sameer called me. "Kya kar rahi ho jaan-e-man?"

I giggled listening to him. I like it when Sameer becomes filmy just for me. "Kuchh khas nahi... Bass...Tumhara intezaar."

"Naina, meri ek wish hai... jo sirf tum poori kar sakti ho..." His voice was low and husky.

"Bolo..." I replied in my usual tone.

"Naina, mai sadhe-paanch baje tak ghar aaunga... aur mai chahta hu ki tum chhat par meri raah dekho.... mera intezaar karo... Karogi na??"

There was a pinch of emotion hidden behind his hoarse voice, something close to his heart other than just a wish. I agreed to him and he told me that there's a surprise for me as well that could help me in fulfilling his wish. I opened the cupboard as told by Sameer and found a paper bag with fine prints. I took the bag to the dressing table and found two boxes in it. One box was opened and I saw a beautiful dark pink saree, with a heavy border and a matching blue colored blouse. The blouse had a deep neck on the back and a dori. The other box contained jewelry as I guessed. It was a set of necklace and earrings. I wondered how and when Sameer arranged all these things, but in the end, I knew my husband was a deadly combination of a creative and romantic person. He could definitely do that.

By 5pm, I was decked in the pink saree and the matching jewelry gifted by Sameer. I applied only kajal, put a bindi and just used some vaseline on my lips. Taking matching bangles from a set and wearing the golden high heel sandals gifted again by Sameer during our engagement, I was ready to fulfill his sweetest wish.

I was standing near the parapet wall on the terrace. It was such a simple and cute wish by Sameer but I could still feel butterflies in my stomach. The calm and peaceful sunset, the wind, the tranquil environment and I, bedecked here waiting for my husband.... everything just felt like a dream... a fairytale that I used to imagine for myself as a kid. As I grew up, the grandeur of my dreams and the size of the castle of my prince charming shrunk, due to the harsh comments of Taiji on my fate. I used to think that I wasn't destined to live a life like that. But at the moment, I was actually living one. I was living my dream. My vision was blurred as tears made an appearance in my eyes.

The main gate of our bungalow was opened and Sameer entered with his bike. I hadn't wiped my tears yet but my eyes could only see him. He tried to hide himself while getting inside the house, his moves clearly hinting that he wanted to surprise me and it made me chuckle. Cleaning my eyes, I stood waiting as he wished.

I heard footsteps and I pretended as if I didn't hear it. I didn't want to ruin Sameer's excitement even though I was aware of every bit of it. He walked closer to me, taking one step at a time, as if capturing my back in his eyes. My nostrils welcomed his white musk perfume and his own body scent first. As he stood behind me, my breath quickened for no reason and his body heat started melting me. I took a deep breath, ready for whatever he had planned. And soon, his big but warm palms were on my eyes. A smile appeared on my lips and my heart was filled with contentment. I felt so happy at the moment. Feeling his hands with mine, I slowly turned.

I looked into his deep eyes and found multiple emotions at the same time. His black eyes had become darker and contained more shades of black again. It reflected love, contentment, adoration, pride, gratitude. He was overwhelmed. He smiled at me and I responded with the same. He looked exactly the same as he left in the morning. No sign of tiredness on his face. Only his hair was ruffled due to the wind, which by the way was adding more to his magnetic personality. Diminishing the distance between us further, he walked closer and put his hands on my lower back. And in a jiffy, he pulled me up towards him. My hands searched for his shoulders and the nerves on my neck stiffened. He was looking at me with so much love, but he was definitely upto something. He dipped down and approached my lips and I closed my eyes anticipating a kiss. I sensed his hot breath near my lips, and I kept waiting impatiently.

Even his breaths have a control on my body and a power to play with my senses.

After a moment that felt like an eternity to me, his lips were on my forehead, right on my bindi and my lips automatically turned upwards with his gesture. He drew back a little, still holding me very much in his arms, and peered at me with immense love, as if absorbing every cell of mine in his heart. The smile on his lips never lessened and I kept staring at him mesmerized. He bent forward again, this time to my left and whispered in my ear, "It was my dream!!!"

I gave him a questioned look, though comprehending what he must be implying with what he said. He smiled and continued reading my face, "tumhe meri woh kavita yaad hai Naina?

'Ghar par intezaar karnewala, mera koi khas nahi.'"

"Kaise bhool sakti hu..." I said without any delay.

"Naina, jabse tum meri zindagi me aayi ho, maine hamesha yeh sapna dekha tha... Ki tum mera ghar par intezaar karogi aur mai office se aake sabse pehle tumhara chehra dekhunga... aaj woh sapna poora ho gaya hai... aaj meri zindagi ka ek circle poora ho gaya Naina..." He said with a little heaviness in his voice, "I love you..."

I stared at him stunned. It was surprising how both our dreams were so different yet so similar.... dream of a happy and content life, living with your partner beside....

"I love you too Sameer..." I said in my dreamy voice. But the spell that Sameer had cast on me the moment he entered the terrace was still very much working. I kissed his forehead lightly, and he heaved deeply, as if releasing all his built-up emotions with my one kiss. Going down a little, I kissed both his eyes, the eyes that hold only love and respect for me. I kissed his nose, and both his cheeks one by one. He was just enjoying getting showered by his wife's kisses.

My lips leveled to his and this time, I moistened them on purpose and kissed him. A gentle and soft kiss, but not leaving his lips so soon. Sameer must be surprised at first given his hesitation for a moment. But he soon gave up and responded, still letting me take the lead.

During all these days, we had been kissing each other, Sameer was thrusting his tongue inside me all this while, but I still couldn't practice that. And I felt this instance to be perfect. Applying all the techniques that I learnt from Sameer, I took my tongue out and started teasing his lips, seeking permission for the entry. He smiled in between and let me in. I pushed my tongue into his open mouth and tried to execute all the tricks Sameer used on me. I teased his tongue with mine, I tried to suck it as much as possible and let my tongue wander in the territory of his mouth. It was sloppy but I was elated I could do that.

Outside of our mouths, my hand clutched his shirt on his shoulder, while the other one played with his hair. With all my dominance over him, listening to his groans whenever I would nibble his lips, in all the pleasure that I provided him with a mere kiss, I felt like a woman who could satisfy her man with all the passion. Sameer's hands wandered on my back and our kiss turned more fierce. He too was now fighting for dominance with his tongue, and I allowed him... only sometimes.

His right hand rerouted from my back to my waist while his left one angled my head to deepen the kiss. I had awakened the lion by now and I was ready for his next moves. I had decided not to withdraw from any of his advances, and by trusting him blindly as I always did, I let him continue what he wanted to do.

His fingers brushed my waist and I felt ticklish. Even the slightest touch of him on my bare skin there and it drove me insane in a fraction of time. He kept them gently moving, probably looking for my reaction or to see if I back out. But I was completely lost in our blissful kiss that was still going on.

His fingers took the route to my belly and my muscles there quivered. His lips and tongue didn't seem enough that now his long and warm fingers were creating havoc inside my body. His thumb drew patterns on my belly, but it felt like it was searching for something. All his fingers started their exploration on my belly all anew, they would touch the pleats of my saree and then again would resume the search.

Meanwhile, our kiss had turned fervent and we were losing our breath. The air needed to be there in our lungs badly but none of us were ready to part our lips. Not to mention the throbbing sensation I was feeling between my legs, the wetness in my underwear, and the urge to clench my thighs. I was again feeling something down below my stomach, not his hand, but down on the fabric of my saree, something hard. But again I couldn't figure it out due to the thick fabric and the layers of pleats. I just ignored it again.

Finally Sameer broke our kiss and directed his lips to my neck. I was thankful and mad at him at the same time. Thankful to let me breathe the air and mad for breaking our kiss. But he continued to give me pleasurable feels on the neck, by kissing there softly, licking with his tongue and nibbling with his teeth. Both my hands sank in his shoulders, I moaned heavily and tilted my head to give him more access to my neck. Down there, he had flattened his whole palm on my belly, and I reckoned that his palm was big enough to cover almost the entire of it. His thumb applied pressure on the hem of the pleats of my saree and I couldn't fathom what he was trying to do. But I didn't have to use my brain for more time to figure it out. Soon, he pushed the fabric down with his thumb and found my belly button.

Godddd!!!! It was a heavenly feeling.

All this while, he was searching for my navel, but couldn't find it as I always wear my saree above it. I gasped heavily the moment Sameer's thumb circled it and he smiled on my shoulder. He was aware of my every reaction during our make outs. For the time he kept on teasing me there, my hands dragged down to his shirt and I opened the first button of his white fine cotton shirt. I didn't care if we were in the open, on the terrace, basking in the twilight. I just wanted to touch his bare skin. But... his hands stopped and so did his lips, that were on my throat now.

I was brought back to senses when he moved back. We stared at each other for moments, observing and absorbing each other's state. Our hair were completely disheveled, and some parts of our clothes too. We were breathing deeply and were still much under the effect of gratification.

"Aaj yahi rukte hai..." Sameer said while tucking my hair behind my ear.

And I had again just nodded, still under his magic spell. I smiled dreamily and smoothly went into his arms, hiding my blush in his embrace.

Today, when I remember that day again, I feel it has brought a lot of changes in me. That day, I had taken some steps by myself that shy Naina would never believe in. Sameer had invoked an awareness in me about my body, about my physiological responses and my desires. I was on a journey from a very naive girl to becoming a self-aware woman, who knows what she wants and who knows how to express it.

After that day, I had thought that our adventures would take pace. It was impossible for me to keep my hands off Sameer and he too was experiencing the same. We would often kiss in the morning when he would be ready to go to the office. But the urge from his side slowly faded. Our kisses turned short and passion diluted, especially from Sameer's side. I just couldn't get it why he wasn't much willing to continue the kisses that I would start. He was barely starting anything though. He had become calmer and would stay quiet after returning from the office. Our journey together to the world of physical intimacy had taken a backseat.

At that time, I had questioned myself if I was doing something wrong.... that he didn't find me desirable anymore after seeing my lack of knowledge about physical intimacy.... I assumed he wanted to go faster, but then I realized he didn't... I assumed he's done with only kissing and wanted more, but then he wasn't even taking our adventures to the next level. If I knew any of what happens after the kiss, then I would have surely taken the step, but sadly I was totally dependent on his lessons regarding this.

I gradually realized that it had nothing to do with our closeness, and all its source was the office. Something was definitely going wrong with him there that he wasn't sharing with me. I would ask him but he would avoid it at times or sometimes would just deny that he was upset. One day, the information was doomed on me in the form of the business split* between Sameer and Mamaji. We were stuck in the situation where we literally couldn't do anything and we just had to accept the split. The whole process took a week and I had never seen Sameer so miserable and low in confidence before. Maa was here for some days with us, but at night, in our bedroom I would see the most vulnerable Sameer. I had seen him awake till late at night, thinking constantly. I would suddenly wake up at night and see him silently shedding tears while clutching a pillow in his arms. Seeing Sameer like this was breaking me from inside.

One such night, I turned on the side to face Sameer, as sleep was far away from my eyes too. He was sleeping on his side facing me, his eyes were closed while he had a pillow in his arms. I know he wasn't sleeping, but just trying to sleep or maybe pretending to sleep. I studied his face, and all his worries regarding our future and I being his responsibility, according to societal norms, were clearly visible to me on his forehead. He had discarded the duvet and folded his knees together. And the pillow... he had held the pillow so close to his chest, clenching his fists across it, as if he was fearing of losing it.

I felt so jealous with such a materialistic thing like a pillow. For a moment, I actually thought of destroying it, taking out all the cotton from it and making it lifeless. Well, it was lifeless after all but my insides were burning seeing it so close to Sameer.

Yes... We were still sleeping at a distance from each other.

All our kissing escapades, all our steps to progress in this relationship physically, everything was happening outside of our bed. It all used to happen when we were mostly standing, or sometimes sitting. But on the bed, I was still holding myself back.

It wasn't easy for a girl like me to adjust to this new married life the next day onwards. I come from a family with moderate values and orthodox beliefs. I come from a family where girls and boys were differently treated. I come from a family where girls were expected to behave in a certain way. We were taught not to raise our voice in front of the elders, we were expected to tie our hair in a braid all the time and also to dress up decently. We were told not to touch men unnecessarily, that emotions can be conveyed without touching too. Yes! That's the kind of environment I grew in.

Even if I love this man, Sameer, unconditionally, I took my own time to get comfortable with his touch. It was me who took quite a long time in our relationship to let him hold my hand. It was me who took three years to embrace him in a hug. And yes! It was me who made us take an entire wedding and a honeymoon for a lip kiss. But I still wasn't comfortable with sharing the bed with Sameer. I was accustomed to seeing Preeti beside me for my whole life and it indeed was difficult to see Sameer so close to me... in bed... And it was again the impact of the films on me, where I grew up seeing the couple going to sleep under a blanket and the lights going off or the flowers meeting. It was again... something unknown... and hence the consciousness.

But after spending all this time with him, sharing the same bed, my consciousness slowly faded. I was indebted to Sameer for bearing all my hesitation, my conscious stance, my questioning eyes and my fear. But it was time to shed all of it. He is my husband after all. He deserved my support and my warmth when in distress, he needed my comforting touch. In these 4 years of our relationship, we would be restless at night in our respective homes when the other would be low. This time, I was right here next to Sameer, his wedded wife but could not console him, could not embrace him in a loving hug.

So what if we were sleeping beside each other in the same bed? How does the place even matter?

How was it that my husband was trying to sleep with the help of a pillow whereas I was right next to him?

At that very moment, I dropped all my inhibitions about sharing the same bed and the same duvet. Sameer needed me and I wanted to give in. And I did. Wiping the tear in the corner of my eyes, I shifted closer to Sameer and tried to pull the pillow from his hold. He had indeed held it tighter, but I was determined. The pillow was finally off of his hold and he opened his eyes to find me dangerously close to him. He was surprised, as he had never seen me laying this close to him on our bed. I ignored his look straightaway and scooted more, finally finding myself in the void of his arms that was created by the pillow. I spanned my hand on his back and adjusted my head in the crook of his neck, cuddling him tightly.

And trust me, it was the best feeling I had ever experienced.... Me, in my husband's arms, in our home, in our bed...

Sameer's hands were still in the air, he was probably processing what happened. I looked up at him and whispered, "Sameer... tumhari Naina tumhare paas hai... tumhe kisi takiye ko pakad ke sone ki zaroorat nahi hai..."

He smiled warmly and I took it as my reward of gaining some courage and moving ahead. He held me finally with both his hands and we both exhaled a long breath.... breath of satisfaction... breath of relief. I stroked his back with my palm and silently signed him to sleep. But he didn't. I sensed that he still was a bit awkward.

I asked him what was the matter and he nervously said, looking down, "yeh... pairon ka kya karu?"

I looked down with a frown, in the direction of our feet. Yes, we were sleeping on our sides while holding each other, but only with our upper bodies touching. And Sameer being taller than me, I found his feet in an awkward position near mine. It was like he was sleeping with straight knees on the side and I understood that sleeping in such a stiff position was not easy.

I chuckled and looked at his innocent face. Dragging my hand from his back towards his legs, I hooked it behind his knee and by folding his knee a little, I pulled his leg on mine. "Jahan rakhna hai rakho Sameer... jyada socho mat..." I smiled on his neck, feeling shy.

He looked at me for a second, maybe looking for permission and if any hesitation was still there in me. But I hadn't and he discerned it too. Keeping a sweet smile on his lips, he pulled me closer further with his hand on my lower back and adjusted ourselves in a better position. He hurled his leg on mine, and I put mine on his... making our bodies tangled and glued to each other inch by inch.

He kissed my forehead and allowed himself to drift in sleep. His slow and even breathing indicated that he was finally able to sleep peacefully... that my embrace could actually provide him solace and my warmth took away his worries.

He had slept but I was stark awake. I wasn't sleepy anymore as all my senses were awake. It was Sameer who had awakened it. Because of the position we were in... My face was almost on his throat, my breasts were crushed on his hard chest, and one of my arms was struggling to get a comfortable place in between our bellies. But that wasn't the reason for my lack of sleep. It was because I felt his private part on my body for the first time.

Yes, don't be surprised!! For the first time truly...

Sameer and I had been close to each other physically, we would hug each other tightly, we would kiss each other passionately. But all this while, our lower body contact was covered and protected by the thick fabric of his jeans and my suits and sarees. In this moment, it was a pair of simple cotton night suit pants that allowed me to feel him more... to feel his length... Due to our closeness and position, his length was touching me exactly in between my legs... on my private part... It was soft, fleshy and I could feel every bit of the length.

That feeling itself was melting me in coyness. I was blushing heavily, and I was thankful that Sameer was deep asleep and couldn't see the state I was in. I felt the throbbing sensation again in between my legs. I could feel the liquid pooling down there and goosebumps erupting all over my body. I didn't know what was happening to me and why it was happening to me. But I somehow wanted to rub my lower body on his. My hips urged to move up and down and feel his length again. My brain told me that it might give me pleasure.

Was it a natural sexual instinct??

I so wanted to believe that because my mind had no control over my body. Instead, my body told my mind that his length was at the most accurate place... in between my legs, on my core... my body craved for more, and I couldn't give it. I couldn't take the risk of disturbing Sameer from his sleep at any cost. He had barely slept in these days and he was finally sleeping peacefully with me in his arms. And I didn't want his tired body to get engaged in teaching a new lesson to me.

I COULDN'T AFFORD ANY OF IT!!!

I angled my hips back, creating a little gap between our lower bodies. I was careful enough not to disturb Sameer's slumber. And I sighed. I took deep breaths from my mouth to control my rapid breathing. It was challenging. But I somehow managed it. I was about to let myself relax and a realization dawned upon me.

If Sameer is going to hold me every night like this and do nothing after that, then my nights are definitely going to be utterly difficult. 

I chuckle as I remember my condition that day, but whatever I experienced then was so fulfilling and gratifying. I look at the setting sun again. It has been quite a long time that I have been standing here on the terrace. I should go down. I take all the idle items from the tea table, balancing them all in my hands and I head myself to the kitchen again.

I keep our cups and plates in the sink. Kanji Bhaiya is yet to come and I take this opportunity to roam around this big house and save each memory in my mind permanently, that Sameer and I created here. I walk through the living room, touching the fabric of the couches, looking at the tall ceiling and the wide area. The vibrant orange colored sky peeking through the big window of the living room invites me there and I walk to the swimming pool area. I cross my arms and admire the splendidness of this bungalow. It has a big swimming pool, a huge lawn garden and a large cemented area. I always wondered why Sameer bought such a humongous bungalow just for the two of us. But now I get it as I recollect how he has utilized such a big space for creating memorable moments together.

And remembrance of some of the memories set me utterly on fire....

I'm a complete goner today since the evening. Since Swati and I had that discussion, I'm only reminded of the sensual activities between Sameer and I... all our kissing affairs... whether it's on the stairs, on the couch, on our study table, on the terrace garden... I'm reminded of every kiss occurring at every place here. I giggle thinking how Sameer has marked every place as a witness of our lessons.

I sit on the white bench near the swimming pool, and guess what. A memory with Sameer here invades my mind.

One more memory... one more lesson...

Our normal life had resumed again as we started our boutique. After the initial hiccups, we were able to gain some customers. Summer was about to end and the parched soil and trees were waiting for the first rain. We decided to spend a night out when a pleasant environment blessed us with calm breezes. Sameer set a mattress near the pool, arranged cushions taking the support of the white bench and together we covered the mattress with the help of a mosquito net. Only the dim lights were kept on in the house and we sought for the light with two small candles lit outside of all the setup in the corner and the crescent moon in the sky gave the perfect touch for our date night.

We were sitting close to each other, resting behind on the cushions, that almost functioned as a backrest for us. Sameer had his guitar in his hand and he sang 'Pehla Nasha Pehla Khumaar' for me, earning my praise, my claps and a kiss on his cheeks after he finished it. I got up to get a bottle of water for both of us, and when I came back and stepped on the mattress, Sameer forwarded his hand to me. I frowned and saw him adjusting his position to make some space in between his legs. I clasped my hand to his, and he softly pulled me towards him, gesturing through his eyes, he made me sit in the space he created, with my back resting on his chest. I adjusted myself again, taking the full advantage of his muscular body and leaned completely on him. My personal cushion.

Sameer chuckled and planted a kiss on my cheek. Taking the red guitar in front of us again, he asked me, "tumhe sikhau mai guitar?"

I nodded happily and he arranged his fingers on the strings of the guitar in a particular manner. He told me the natural notes of a guitar, i.e. A, B, C, D, E, F and G. He then shared about the what not's of the Sharp's and Flat's and Fret's by shifting his long fingers smoothly on the instrument. But all of it was going over my head. All I was excited to do was to strum my fingers on the sound hole like a Rockstar and I did.

And Ouchh... my fingers and my nails...

Sameer laughed at my innocence and he pulled me further to himself. Seeing the Guitar in my hand, I had become a kid who had gotten a new toy to play. I kept on strumming the guitar, the vibration on the strings kept producing different sounds in the environment and I shifted with joy, moving my hips in happiness like a child.

I didn't know what had happened but I heard Sameer groaning heavily. I turned a little to look at him and saw him gazing intensely at me. "Kya hua?" I asked. He breathed deeply and shook his head in no. Shrugging, I focussed on the Guitar again but I soon realized that Sameer wasn't interested in teaching me the Guitar anymore.

He had something different in mind to teach me...

He circled his arms on my belly, and slightly lifted my top, wanting to touch my bare skin there. During all this time, Sameer and I had started kissing on the bed too. We would kiss and then let the sleep take over us, cocooning ourselves in each other's embrace. Sameer would often touch my bare stomach and I too had started touching his bare skin under his shirt. The natural heat of our bodies would literally work as a tranquilizer and we both would fall asleep within minutes.

At the moment, I felt his wandering fingers on my belly but I kept my focus on the guitar and its strings. But nothing was working for me. Sameer kept on drawing patterns around my navel, provoking me to give attention to him and leave the instrument aside, which I had balanced on my folded knees. He started kissing the side of my neck, weakening my hold on the neck of that Acoustic Guitar. I didn't know why I was stubborn to keep playing it, because I was really enjoying whatever Sameer was doing to me.

He probably realized it and he himself lifted the guitar from my knees and placed it on the mattress to our right, winning my whole attention now. I was breathing heavily as Sameer was nibbling my flesh on the neck, followed by licking the same spot and I rested my head on his left shoulder to let him do his work.

Under my white checked night suit top, his right hand moved upward and I felt his thumb brushing the cotton fabric on the undersides of my left breast. I stiffened, my back withdrew the contact off his chest, but he hushed in my right ear, whispering sweet nothings and it calmed me down. He flattened his palm of my belly and stroked affectionately, conveying without words how much he loves me.

I relaxed within seconds as I closed my eyes. If he could allow me to touch him anywhere, then he had the same right too. If you demand for equality then you need to give it too. And Sameer deserved to touch me as much as I did to him. Also, after paying attention to all my body responses and getting to read some magazines, I had fathomed that there was much more that was still unknown to me and we still needed to take more steps for our real 'suhaagraat'. So I knew that Sameer must be wanting to make a move further and I granted him the consent by directing my hands on his thighs.

I wondered how Sameer understood my every signal, but I was thankful to him for that because I couldn't have formed a proper sentence to tell him about it. He dragged his right hand upwards again, and while rubbing his thumb on the same spot just for a moment, this time, his hand moved up further and he cupped my breast with his big palm without any warning. My breath hitched and I rolled my eyes in my head with a huge gasp. He didn't stop just cupping it, he caressed it with utmost care, kneading it over the fabric of my bra and setting my body on fire.

I moaned, feeling the pleasure with this new act. I heard him groaning in my ear too and I realized this must be enticing for him too. He shifted my head on his right shoulder and put kisses on my neck on the left side, nibbling it in between. I fisted my hands on the fabric of his pants on his thighs. My hands were desperate to touch him too but all they could do was to stroke his thighs.

While his left palm continued to caress my belly, his right one shifted to my right breast, repeating the same procedure there too. His fingers played with the border of my bra, and I instantly craved for his palm to be there inside the fabric too. Instead, he pinched my nipples and at the same time sank his teeth on my neck, followed by a hard suction, telling me through the act that he wanted to do the same somewhere else.

I gasped heavily, sucking in as much air as possible. Sameer was driving me insane with the works of his hands and mouth. I squeezed my legs again, not wanting the throbbing sensation there to overpower my senses. I wanted to feel every new move, and for that I needed to be sane.

I felt something hard on my back and that indeed intrigued me again. It felt as if Sameer had kept something between us, but as far as I remembered when I sat, there was nothing. I had felt it before when we would kiss cuddling each other on the bed, but I was unable to figure it out till date. It built my curiosity and I wanted to check on it desperately. I slowly turned into Sameer's arms and looked into his eyes. I saw concern and worry.

Did he fear that he has hurt me or disturbed me with his touch??

Of course not... I cherished every bit of his touch on my body.

I put a warm smile on my face, assuring him that I was fine. His hands stopped, though being very much there inside my top. I raised my hand, keeping on his shoulder and dragging it down slowly until his flat abdomen. The cotton fabric of his shirt was appearing as an enemy to me, stopping me from feeling my husband's skin with my fingers. And I decided to fight with it. I opened the last button of his shirt, meanwhile looking for what was that hard thing that was poking my back. But I didn't see anything apart from Sameer's dark blue pants.

What was it after all?

I sighed. Ignoring it again as usual, I focused on baring Sameer's chest to me by unbuttoning him. As the last button was undone, I placed my palm on Sameer's chest and his hand under my top started its work again. In no time, we were kissing each other insanely, roaming our hands on each other's bare skin. However, Sameer's touring hand was often restrained by my bra. But he continued that way itself.

I found myself lying on the mattress soon and Sameer hovering on me. We were panting heavily and had taken a break for air. Sameer took his shirt off and I was clenching my insides again. My panties must be completely soaked by the time and I wondered about the capacity of my body to produce this much fluid over there.

I didn't know what was coming since I could see the lust in Sameer's eyes. But he surprised me again. He planted the softest kisses on my face and just laid down beside me on his back, pulling me closer to him. Together we stared at the moon through the net, who had been the witness of most of our heartfelt moments over the years. And that day, rather that night, it had witnessed the fire within us.

Though we had called our night, sleeping in each other's arms peacefully, my quest to find out about 'that' thing had just begun.

Munna was a married man by the time and Preeti's wedding was fixed too. It required our complete attention. We were handling the boutique and wedding preparations simultaneously. We didn't get the chance to even breathe as Preeti had demanded Sameer's and mine full presence at her every function. And she deserved that. The two weeks of all her wedding preparations and functions were too hectic to do anything.

On the other hand, if we had progressed in our physical intimacy, then we were receding in our boutique business. We couldn't gain more customers and were slowly delving into loss in the business. Moreover, Papa's questions about the fortune of our boutique were troubling us. Papa and Chachaji were worried for us, but we didn't want to give up.

Continuing our escapades at random nights, Sameer would pull me to him for a kiss on the bed. We had reached a level where I would take his shirt off to touch him, and he would slip his hands inside my top. I had felt that hard thing multiple times in those days. Sometimes on my belly, sometimes on my thighs and sometimes exactly in between the juncture of my legs. I had tried searching it with my hands during the makeouts, but everytime Sameer had grabbed my hand and stopped me from doing it. I was close to the conclusion that it is related to the lower body part of Sameer... but then... there's only one thing there... his intimate part... But then... the feeling of his length was way too different than the first time. How's that possible?

Ugghhhh... this was so frustrating...

So many questions but I couldn't muster the courage to ask him about it. How would I even frame that question? I had tried forming a question both in Hindi and English, but I had failed terribly to come with something decent and not embarrassing.

It was a random night again, some one and a half months ago, and we were kissing each other insanely. Sameer's shirt was lying on the floor while his hands were on my breasts, inside my top, kneading them and providing me utter pleasure. We were laying on our sides, tangled into one another. Well, it used to be like that. But probably Sameer had a different demand this time.

He pushed on my shoulder, making my back touch the mattress, and while continuing the kiss, he hovered on me... completely over me... I was lost in my own world, in the heavenly kiss, but soon I felt my legs getting parted by Sameer's knees. I didn't mind it. I wasn't in the state to mind anything. And within seconds, I registered Sameer's complete weight on me. I opened my eyes. He was completely settled on me. No gap for air to pass. I should have perceived him as heavy, he is a tall muscular man, but I didn't. Not for a minute, not for a second.

He was still kissing me like a madman. This time he didn't check if I was okay with it and I was thankful to him for that. By this time, Sameer had comprehended that I want 'this' as much as he wanted 'it'. He discerned that even I wanted to make progress in the intimacy part and he was ready to teach me the next move.

My eyes wandered down slightly and I realized the position we were in. His bare chest was crushing my breasts, the feel of his flat abdomen was there on my bare skin too, as Sameer had pushed my top a little up. And below that... well, it was all just assumptions as Sameer wasn't leaving the kiss for a second to give me a view of us.

The feeling of that 'hard' thing was back, it was again right there on my core, though with the barrier of our night suit pants. Before I could use my whatever left common sense, Sameer grabbed my hands and pinned them on the mattress with his. He restricted my attempts to feel the muscles on his back and I was mad at him.

Did he know about my attempts to find out about 'it'?

He left a trail of open mouth kisses on my neck and I forgot everything. He managed to pull the neckline of my top to expose my shoulder, along with the strap of the bra, as much as it could stretch and extended his kisses there too. With every kiss on my body, he was producing a different sensation within me. I was drowning in the gratification again but he had to restrain me there too, as he just moved up and down.

He moved. He moved on my body, eventually rubbing himself on mine. I gasped, lifting my head back and forth. That hard thing was on my core again, rubbing over it and pushing me to the next level of insanity. It was his length. It was no rocket science to figure out that it was his length that I was feeling on my body all this while. But the feeling of course was different than the first time. It was hard.

It was so... hard...

I rolled my eyes back as Sameer continued to rub me there. His kisses and nibbles on my neck, him keeping me bound with his hands gripping mine, his bare chest rubbing on my breasts and his length rubbing in between my legs. Everything was arousing me to the hilt. I was breathing only in the gasps. I heard Sameer groaning as he continued the friction. I wanted to touch his back, pull him more towards me but he wasn't letting me do anything other than getting pleasured with his length on my throbbing. So I used my legs. I slid my legs up to his calf muscles, wanting to touch him every possible way.

In no time, Sameer was also panting with me, I could feel his hot breaths on my ear and that was just an add-on to my arousal. He set my hands free and I immediately scratched his back as a reaction to my state. "Sameer..." I mumbled, my voice containing a mix of uncertainty, anticipation and pleasure at the same time.

And he stopped.

Sighing heavily on my neck, Sameer lifted himself slightly on his elbows and I suddenly felt empty and cold. I had reached the stage where I craved for more. I wanted to pull him back, but by that time, he had slid down from me, lying on his back and trying to regulate his breathing.

I roved my eyes over him. He had his eyes closed, his chest heaving, and below his waist, I saw a bulge on his pants. I understood what it was. His erection. It must be a physiological change happening in males during the sexual arousal. Similar to the wetness in my panties at the moment.

And I recalled the several moments when I saw Sameer shifting his positions on the sofa or a chair whenever he would see me decked in sarees and suits. I recalled the instances where he would hold his books weirdly in the college, hiding his front lower part. And many more. This was the sign of a MAN's arousal after seeing his WOMAN. This was Sameer's arousal after seeing me...

I couldn't be more proud of the fact....

But I was surprised by myself. How didn't it strike me? But again... It was impossible for me to notice it all that time. You do not just look at someone's pants down there right? ....even if he's the love of your life. And now when I scanned him with my lustful eyes, carefully looking at every part of his body, my need for Sameer grew more and more.

In a discussion with Sameer the next day, Sameer said the reason for him backing out was that he sensed I still wasn't ready to go ahead. Which actually wasn't completely wrong. I still needed to know what was the final destination of all of it. I was yet to comprehend what exactly 'suhaagraat' meant. Doing all these activities that gives you gratification and pleasure is fine, but if there's more to it, then I need to know that 'more' first.

In the subsequent days, Sameer and I became a bit vocal about this process and he told me that we would be naked while doing it. I wouldn't deny that I was hell scared and astonished to listen to it. But I saw utmost love and earnestness in Sameer's eyes, a comfort in his touch and an assurance in his body language. It took me some time to sink in with the fact of us being naked... like naked... no clothes on... But I accepted it gradually. Probably that only was the part of giving your 'tann' to your partner during the vows. And I didn't question him after that. He wished to keep some of the things under the veil for me before it happens. And I wanted to keep his wish. I consoled myself that sometimes it's okay to not know everything, that it's okay to discover things by yourself and not learn everything beforehand. I wanted to keep that surprise factor in it, keep that anticipation of what all would happen and be actually excited about it.

But the fate was definitely not in our favor as we constantly faced loss in our boutique business and Papa and Chachaji's questions raised again. After many upset days again and some miracles happened in between, our plan to go Bombay was okayed by all the elders. And not just the two of us, but Papa will be accompanying us too. And here we are today, packing our stuff as much as possible.

Can I do something to make special memories in this bungalow again?

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Hey guys, let me know how was this second chapter.

* I'm of course not considering Samaina fights and separation, that's not needed here.

You may see many words like 'this', 'it', 'stuff', 'thing' etc. in the narration. This is because Naina is narrating it to us and she's still feeling shy.

What do you feel about Naina's growing awareness about physical intimacy?

What about Sameer's feelings all this while?

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