Sameer's POV

I hear the chirping of birds as I'm awake. It's probably earlier than usual as when I try to look around with a squinted eye, I still see a little dark outside. Maybe it is dawn. But that isn't the reason I got awake, it's because of movement of something on my body. I blink my eyes and scratch my head. Why isn't my right hand moving much? A deep breath and the awareness of the present moment takes over me as I look down.

I'm sprawling on my back, 'almost' undressed and on me... there's my wife...

Naina... Meri Naina...

She's sleeping on her side, with her head on my chest, a leg on mine and my right arm crushed beneath her. Her hand roams on my midriff again, and this time she tries to pull her up. What is she doing? Is she trying to climb on me?

Thanks to her moves, I can free my arm from beneath her. A smile covers my lips when I look at her again. She's looking breathtakingly gorgeous and divine even in the dark. Some locks of hair on her face are blocking the complete view though, so I tuck those locks behind her ear, revealing the mole on her right cheek that I so love to kiss.

Whatever I can see on her face given our position, I see sheer serenity and peace on it. Her warm breaths on my bare chest maintain a slow rhythm and her lips naturally turn upwards. I don't know if she's dreaming something, but for me, it's no less than a dream right now.... a dream of having my wife in my arms, who's cocooned into me and sleeping fully sated after a ferocious but wonderful night. Yes, I'm living my dream at this moment!!

I still can't believe Naina took this initiative to take our relationship to the next level.... to consummate our marriage... I mean, how did she do it? How did she arrange all those things? Those candles and all... How did she find the other pieces of that nightie that I had hidden in my cupboard in the worst looking polythene? And most importantly, how did she prepare herself for this, for the lovemaking?

My mind was fogged with so many questions yesterday when I saw Naina in that nightie. I was flabbergasted would be such an understatement. I was beyond every word that defines surprise... no, shock. I'm just thankful that my heart didn't fall from my mouth when she crossed her legs and I saw her bare knees under that satin robe and nightie.

I want to kick myself hard for missing out on the hints written all over Naina's face when I came home. She was constantly smiling... no, blushing in sheer happiness, the red color didn't leave her cheeks throughout and she was lost in something all the time.

How couldn't I reckon that?

But I'm happy... extremely happy and that's not needed to be told. I'm happy that Naina herself decided to break this hiatus in our lessons of physical intimacy. For a girl like her, who has her own beliefs and opinions, who has certain boundaries, it was indeed a huge step to be taken. It required guts and well... my Naina has that a lot... That statement of hers proves it...

'Make me feel like a woman, Sameer...'

I mean wowww... where did all that confidence come from?

Hold on! Confidence was an in-built character trait of Naina. But she was mostly surrounded by people who always looked down upon her and reminded her what she doesn't have in life. But she flourished!! As I had foreseen. She flourished in school and then in college. Not just academically but with every other aspect too. And now I don't see any trace of that Naina who would turn pale upon Taiji's comments.

This is the confident woman who had held my hand and eloped with me... and now is sleeping peacefully in my arms, giving me a moment of bliss.

I'm indebted to her for coming into my life...

I knew that Naina didn't have much knowledge about the things, but I was wrong in assuming that she would just follow my leads during our supposed suhagraat after the pag-phera rasam and also in Ooty. I thought she was just being shy, and would soon open up. But it was the desperate self of me that was popping out more often in that phase and hence I couldn't understand what was the hesitation in Naina's behavior for. It was the hesitation of the unknown.

Thankfully, I realized sooner that things need to be taken ahead slowly. I was ready to wait till the eternity for Naina to give herself to me completely, but what challenged me in all this waiting were her sudden withdrawals from the kisses, that stiffening of her muscles when I would touch her at different places, her eyes containing that dreadful look. No husband on this planet would want to see that in his wife's eyes. But I had to bear it till Naina was comfortable with my touch and my kisses.

I needed to assure Naina that there's nothing wrong in expressing your love to your partner physically. All these kisses, the touch, the cuddles, everything is just a way of telling your partner how much you love them and how much you want them. And I was grateful that she was in for this too; she was a fast learner and joined me in these lessons. Lessons with lots of hiccups in between....

I had always imagined a simple life with Naina after marriage. I always visualized the start of my morning by seeing her beside me on the bed; I'd go to the office and see her smiling face again as I return, and would go to bed with her in my arms at night. My dream was that simple. But destiny wasn't definitely in our favor. I would say it was jealous of our closeness and hence constantly conspired against us. My dream got fulfilled... but for a very short span.

We were progressing in our journey of discovering physical love, but it was adjourned due to the disruptions in our professional side from time to time. You cannot just pounce on your wife to teach her a new experience of physical love when your career and subsequently your future is at stake with a business split and the idea of starting a new business. So we moved ahead, but slowly, steadily. This also gave Naina the time and confidence she wanted to get adapted with the new learnings.

I must say Naina was very enthusiastic every time I would pull her to me for a kiss. It would take a lot of control on myself to not laugh badly amidst a kiss, when she would try to practice whatever I have taught her recently.

It was her birthday, 4th March, and I had turned our terrace garden into a romantic setup with series lighting, candles and flowers. I had arranged a single mattress, decked it with rose petals and used a mosquito net to make it look like a tent. She was exhilarated when I brought her to the terrace, I could see the shine in her eyes. We cut the cake together and danced on the romantic tunes with numerous mistakes while synchronizing our steps. Her laughter was consuming every particle of my body and I couldn't help but shed some happy tears pretending it was the outcome of laughing too much.

We sat on the mattress with the plates containing cut pieces of cake, some chips and glasses poured with campa cola. There wasn't any other intention of mine that night... yeah, surprisingly... I wanted it to be just a romantic night with our non-stop chit chat. But then Naina had to tease me and test my patience. She would suddenly kiss my hands in between our talk, admiring my long fingers and nails.... I know she loves it... She would put a noisy and wet kiss on my cheeks, so that I would get annoyed and rub my cheeks. She would pull both my cheeks with her hand, resulting in forming a pout of my lips and then kiss me. I know she was just expressing how delighted she was through all those kisses. But she was intervening in my tales of how girls of Nainital would try to impress me.

After a point, she rattled me like anything. As a result, our plates took their positions on the floor and I pinned her on the mattress. I could tell it by seeing in her eyes that she wanted it to happen... and me too... but since she had irked me, I had to take some action. I took some icing on my fingers and smeared it on her face, licking it from her face right after in a seductive way. I didn't spare even the corner of her lips, nor did I leave any space on her cheeks and jaw that's not been smudged by the cake and later were cleaned by tongue. And Naina was enjoying every bit of it, I knew it the way she held my shoulders. That was indeed a wonderful night!!

Even if Naina wanted and enjoyed everything that happened during her birthday, I knew she was up for revenge on my birthday in August. The night before my birthday, I pretended to be asleep so that Naina could slip from the bed and go wherever she had planned my surprise. After some time, I went searching for her and found her in the kitchen, preparing something. She was so engrossed in whatever it was, that my mind got divided into two arguments within itself. One part of it was waiting for the surprise she had planned for me, but the other one wanted to pull her into my embrace right then and there. I chose the latter one. I just peeked from behind Naina and saw a homemade chocolate cake and she was decorating it with something.

I scared her by whooping in her ear and the moment she turned, I crushed her to my chest by locking my arms behind her. I already ruled out the possibility of her walking away being angry at me. But she wasn't. She wasn't miffed because I ruined her surprise. She bore just different expressions. Something that was a mixt of smile and a smirk.

A smirk... well, I wasn't prepared for a smirk...

She circled her arms around my neck, "kya kar rahe the tum yahan?"

"Aaa... tum dikhi nahi mujhe, toh tumhe dhundhte-dhundhte aa gaya..." I tried to play safe.

"Achchha??" She raised her brows, sounding dramatic. And I felt like smacking my lips on hers. But I didn't. I wanted to see what she was upto.

Tiptoeing herself, she rested her forehead on mine, forcing me to close my eyes somehow. I was waiting and waiting, and then I felt her hands roaming on my chest and my abdomen. She started unbuttoning my shirt and I stared at her stunned. She was in a totally different mood as my shirt was off soon. I needed to act on something before this girl turned me crazy. So I lifted her and made her sit on the kitchen counter. Her face instantly gleamed with the moonlight peeping from the kitchen window. Resting my hands on her either side, I leaned forward and raised my brows, asking what was going on in her sharp mind. But she didn't bother to reply by words, rather she decided to show it. Touching every part of my chest and my stomach, she came closer for a kiss and then backed off. She repeated this twice or thrice, maddening me more and more. If her roaming hands on my chest made me stir down there, then her teasing had turned me on to the next level within seconds.

She closed my eyes with her soft palm and I stood there waiting.... for a passionate kiss... but she had a different plan. I realized that when I felt a thick liquid kind of stuff on my cheeks. Stunned, I opened my eyes to see her. She chuckled at my reaction when I found her right hand dipped in a bowl, containing something dark brown. A look at the kitchen platform and I comprehended what it was.

Man!! It was chocolate syrup she was garnishing the cake with.

She kept me rooted to my place by locking her legs behind me and smeared the syrup on my lips this time. I had no plans of backing off by the way, so I remain unmoved. I smiled at her and so she did. She pulled me closer and licked the syrup from my lips extremely slowly and sensually. My cheeks, jaw and the tip of my nose went through the same fate soon. Her hand dipped in the syrup again and this time the canvas was my throat and the curve of my neck and shoulder. She tasted the syrup on my throat with her playful tongue and I was about to lose my sanity. I continued breathing deeply, keeping my patience. It was my testing time when her hands slipped on my chest and I wondered if she would do the same there too. But surprisingly, she didn't. She came back to my lips and we busied ourselves in a heated kiss. I kissed all over her face, throat and neck, which were not coated in the chocolate syrup by the way. The kitchen counter witnessed our passionate and intimate moments that night.

Making out after cutting the cake on your birthday was too common. My wife is an expert in breaking the stereotype by doing it before.

My reverie is broken as I feel Naina's hand wandering on my abdomen again. And here she's trying to ascend on me again. I still don't know what this woman is doing while deeply asleep. Is she having a dream? Is she just reliving our last night in sleep? Not fair. I want to be a part of that dream.

I keep my right hand on Naina's head, and with the support of my left hand and a leg, I turn us slowly. I rest her on her back and observe her. Such an innocence on her face that no-one would believe this woman can turn so fiery sometimes.

Just like that night, when she took her sweet revenge. That night, my hands were free and I could have done so many things with it. But I chose not to.

Sometimes, it's so tempting to let your boss lady be the dominant one and you be innocent prey of hers.

Just like last night...

When she put my hand on the shawl and asked me to take it off, when she held my hand and took me to the stairs, when she pushed me on the bed and....

...and she climbed upon me and straddled my hips and sat on me.

Never in my life I imagined Naina would pull off such a bold move. My eyes popped out when I saw her straddling, hurling her leg on the other side, which made the nightie stretch and rise up, displaying her thighs. My heart was beating so fast that I feared it would explode, but her seductive smile had kept it intact in my ribs, wanting for more.

That night in the kitchen, I fathomed why Naina didn't continue kissing or licking the syrup on my chest. It was because 'I' hadn't done that to her. Because I hadn't dared to go below her collar-bone while kissing. She would do only what I showed her or taught her. When we started kissing, she would kiss me herself sometimes, but just a normal kiss. When I invaded my tongue into her mouth, she started executing it later. She kissed my throat and neck only because I had shown her the move. When I dipped my hand inside her top, she started doing the same only after that, though she had touched my bare chest much before that. It was me who took my shirt off myself when I speculated that she wanted it, and then she started doing it herself.

I can still consider the other things she didn't know about and hence couldn't do it. But it doesn't take any rigorous training or some long theory classes before, to kiss your husband's chest. It's pure instinct. And I would never believe that Naina never wanted to do that. Of course she did! I have seen her quivering lips and her body language. She wanted to explore my chest through her lips so badly. And she could have discovered a few things by her own being a topper and an inquisitive mind. But she didn't, probably because of the apprehensions she had about all this. And I knew that it would take time for her to shed her every inhibition.

But yesterday, she bowled me out.

Yesterday, she did it all by herself. And I can vouch that it was all driven by her needs. For a moment, I had imagined myself jumping in the air while holding a victory cup. I was finally successful in awakening a strong desire in Naina, where she did some things because her mind and her body responses made her do so. I was proud of myself... and her too!

The way Naina was kissing the planes of my chest, my collarbones, stroking her fingers through the coarse hair there and then moving down to my abdomen... the way she swirled her tongue on my left nipple and the mole... ahhh!!! I just love her fascination for that mole... everything she was doing was activating every nerve inside my body, forcing my blood and heat to run down south more and more, and driving me to insanity. I wanted to give her time to do her exploration, to experience how it feels kissing your husband's bare body, but the moment she sat on my hardness and rubbed herself there, I lost it completely. I had to take it to the next step.

I shift my palm that is under Naina's head. She is still unmoved or undisturbed, even after I turned us around and I changed her position. She seems to be comfortable with any part of my body serving as her pillow; earlier it was my chest, now it's my palm. But she seems totally okay with everything as long as she feels my touch on her body. Yes, I can say that with the subtle smile covering her lips. As if she's feeling completely safe and protected.

I don't know for how long I'm staring at her gorgeous face. She's radiating beauty and simplicity. The glow on her face is something I had never seen before. And there is absolute sukoon on her face.

Tere chehre ke iss sukoon se ek sukoon mila hai mere dil ko,

Jo yeh intezaar bhi bass pal bhar ka lagne laga hai mujhe....

I smile and bend down to kiss her forehead. But before I retreat, she moves her hand and hooks it behind my neck. Did I wake her up? Ughhh!! I want her to sleep more and let me just admire her. I wait for her eyes to open and tease me for whatever. But, she doesn't. Instead, she just pulls me down to her and I balance myself on my hand to hover over her. She makes a pout of her lips and I get that she wishes to kiss me. Is she awake or not? Keeping the thought aside, I do as she wishes for and kisses her softly on the lips. Our morning kiss... where I'm fully awake and she's probably still asleep...

Wait!! What is this woman doing in her dream?

Is there any machine that can take me to her dreams? Because I badly want to be there like right now.

I try hard to stifle my giggle. I'm surely going to tell Naina about this with all the mirch-masala added. Her hand on my neck loosens and before it falls, I place it on her side gently. She's never this much deeply asleep, especially in the mornings. She should have woken up, either by my moves or my kiss. But since she continues her marathon dream, how can I not use this opportunity to add things to my tales?

I slowly slid the duvet off her, resting it below her waist and revealing the beautiful sight to my eyes. There's no other happiness in the world than seeing your wife this sated and serene, sleeping carefreely while wearing your clothes... wearing my shirt... This is one of my fantasies... to see Naina in the kitchen wearing only my shirt, while she's cooking breakfast for us and then I surprise her from behind, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her to my bare chest. One part of that fantasy is already fulfilled, but I don't know when the whole of it will get fulfilled, since we are moving to Bombay in a few days with my dearest sasurji accompanying us.

Yesterday, when Naina and I were lying on the bed after experiencing the euphoria of pleasure, I rested my head on her chest, hurled my leg on hers and pulled her more towards me. I was just drawing some lazy patterns on her belly while she was playing with my ear and hair. Even after the exhaustion of our intense lovemaking, sleep was far away from our eyes.

I don't know when my fingers started covering more of her body, travelling to her thighs, to her bosom, to her belly. I don't know when I started planting kisses on her bosom all over again, moving to her throat and the nerves on the side of her neck again. I didn't know what had happened to me. I felt like my soul was parched again even after I was drenched in bodily pleasure. Naina's hands were roaming on my back and shoulders and I was losing it again.

In no time, we were kissing hard. I was hardening slowly and it made things difficult for me. My hands and lips were not in my control as they couldn't keep off Naina's angelic body. I wanted to take her... again... I knew if I asked Naina about it, she wouldn't refuse. Because her arching back and her needy breaths in my ears were enough to tell it to me. She was ready... But her body wasn't.

After some deep breaths and enormous control, I got off her. I had to do something. And I didn't want to take any risk or provide any harm to her. I hurriedly stepped down from the bed to pick up my briefs. I quickly wore my underwear and I heard Naina's sweet whisper. I feared she would ask me to give her clothes, which I wasn't ready for. I wanted to sleep cuddling her and feel her bare body brushing against mine. But what she said blew my mind. She asked for my shirt.

My shirt.

I was more than happy to give her my shirt. We then slept tangled into each other, wearing only one piece of cloth each.

As I stare at her in my shirt right now, I feel a surge of pride and satisfaction in me. I never preferred wearing someone else's clothes. I never liked when Naina and Preeti would wear each other's clothes. I would even tell this to Naina while in college. But ever since last night, when I saw Naina buttoning my shirt, my heart is full with utter contentment. Probably this is what you call intimacy.... sharing sweet little things and little moments with your partner.

But these closed buttons are hindering my favorite view now. I want to see it right now. So I slowly unbutton her. Well, opening the buttons of this shirt seems as exciting as peeling off the layers of clothes on her yesterday.

What a feeling it was to take Naina's clothes off one by one... especially when we were standing in front of the mirror. When I looked at all the pieces of the nightie to pack for our honeymoon, I had stared at this short one for a long time. It has a deep square-cut back and single narrow straps. I never expected Naina would wear this, but deep down my heart, I always wanted to see her in it. And she fulfilled my one more wish yesterday. How does she know everything about me?

When I pinned her on the wall and kissed her bare back, I wondered if we could finish all the work there itself. When I slid her nightie up to shrug it off, while on the bed, I kept on warning myself to be patient and not tear apart the smooth satin cloth. When I was struggling with the hooks of her bra, I thought of multiple ways to convince Naina to not wear it at all. And when she lifted her hips and I removed the last layer of fabric from her, satisfaction spread through all over my body knowing the amount of trust Naina had bestowed on me.

I don't remember what I did with her panties as I was awestruck looking at Naina's primal form in front of me. I remember I had slid it from her legs utterly slowly. She had such long, smooth creamy legs. On the pretext of looking at the satin, I was actually staring at her knees, her shins, her calves and her feet. She had pressed her legs together and not let me see that, but I could understand her nervousness. And I was least concerned about it, since I was busy adoring my wife, who was waiting for me... with nothing on.

When my eyes traveled up, they surpassed her belly and her heaving breasts. Where they finally stopped was at her mangalsutra. When Naina and I had gone to select her mangalsutra, she told me she needed it to be the simplest. So she chose the design as simple black and golden beads with a diamond pendant, that too upon my insistence. But I wanted to make it special. So I asked the shop-owner for a pen and paper and drew NS on it the way I wanted and told them to customize the design for us. I could see Naina's moist eyes looking at the N before S. Yes, that's how it was supposed to be for the rest of our life. And seeing my wife only in that nuptial chain at the time of lovemaking, the feeling itself erupted goosebumps all over my body.

What a sight it was!!!

If I were a painter, I would paint it like Naina lying naked on our bed while wearing only that mangalsutra, highlighting the pendent of diamond-studded NS on her collarbone and then keep that painting safe in the locker, accessible only to myself.

Wowww... sounds like a scene from a Hollywood movie.

Did I forget to tell what had happened in between this?

Oh yes!! I was devouring Naina's front like anything. I was kissing and nipping and licking all over her throat, neck, breasts, nipples, belly... every part of her body that I thought she would be okay with. Her responses were maddening me. The way she arched her back, the way she moaned my name, the way she gasped heavily, the way she sank her nails on my shoulders and back. Everything aroused me to do more and more. I realized my length couldn't be harder than it was. I fathomed I couldn't be driven more insane. But she was capable of doing every bit of it.

She was taking me to the depths of the ocean called insanity. What I found there was absolute pleasure and fulfillment.

While in school and college, I had always refrained myself to not imagine Naina in any other way she wouldn't like to know. But when we got married, my imagination started getting haywire.... my fantasies got new life and my dreams turned erotic as we indulged ourselves in discovering this new experiences together. My dreams got clearer gradually as we made progress. But yesterday, when I bared her all, I realized how naive I was. It was nothing compared to what I had imagined. It was more beautiful, more breathtaking and more ecstatic than what I had envisioned.

Naina has such a smooth skin, as if she bathes in milk daily. There's a golden glow all over her body, as if she applies all kinds of haldi ubtan. She doesn't have saturated fats under her skin but she isn't skinny either. She has perfect curves; soft and fleshy. When she swirled her tongue on my nipple last night, I wondered how she knew this move. But I was ever ready to return the same to her when I took her taut buds into my mouth and sucked hard... I gave her more than what she anticipated.

.....and when I touched her there, whether it was over the fabric and later directly... I can still feel her wetness and the softest muscles there, on my fingers... even now... and when my finger was inside her... oh god!!! I had groaned heavily... and I know she did too. My finger and the thumb moved over there as if they were on automation. I tried to be as gentle as possible, so that she's comfortable with the act. But my mind had lost its thinking power. All I needed was to be inside her... truly...

When I got down the bed to strip my underwear, I inhaled a deep breath thinking it was the moment of our life. Naina was looking at me with her curious gaze and when I shed it, her wide eyes pleased me the most. The fact that she wasn't shy even the slightest while looking at my erection, gave me huge confidence for the further process.

....and when I fixed myself at her entrance and then slowly entered her... I was almost on the verge of losing my life and dissolve into her forever... She was so warm and tight there. Her insides were clenching over me and it took me tremendous power to hold myself there. My body wanted friction while my mind wanted to give her some time to adapt to the fullness. I rested my forehead on hers and kept breathing. Her fanning breaths on my lips were my only motivation to hold.

I started moving after some time and my whole body shuddered for a moment. It was for the feeling of actually doing it. It was for the difference of only knowing it and doing it. Because whatever I was experiencing was beyond words... it was heavenly... It felt so... so good to be inside her... Sharing the most primitive relationship between a man and a woman... with my dearest wife... my Naina... The feeling was so wholesome.

The films that I watched in my teenage years were way too gross, awful and hideous. It showcases a different world altogether, letting the viewer see a completely unreal portrayal of lovemaking.... Correction, sex. There is no love in it, there's no respect and dignity. I pity the boys who get trapped in this ghastly experience and then look at all the females with the same point of view. I pity the boys who never fall in love and feel what lovemaking really is.

Thankfully, I could get out of it very soon. And yesterday I finally comprehended why it is called lovemaking. What I felt yesterday was so pure and divine. It was full of love and respect for each other. It was accepting each other as a whole.

Our union was almost on a spiritual level...

The third button of the shirt is undone and I stop myself with much difficulty. Two were actually sufficient, but I went ahead for the third too to have a proper look. I part the shirt through the collar, enough to expose the swells of her breasts. And I smile at my favourite view.

Her Mangalsutra and the pendant of NS.

I'm utterly hard down there after recalling all the passionate memories of yesterday night. But my smile seeing that nuptial chain is clearly so genuine and content. I balance myself with my hands placed on either side of Naina and dip down to kiss the pendant. I would have actually liked to continue the kisses all over her body, but my wife finds her sleep much more important than her husband.

Or is it the dream she's having?

I cannot say it. Since I cannot read her eyes. Her eyes.

Last night, when I sat on my knees and kept thrusting, I observed Naina. She was writhing in pleasure, her head moving left and right and back and forth. She wasn't holding herself back, she wasn't shy of showing how she's feeling pleasured with all this. I scanned her naked body beneath me and I couldn't be more proud to be the reason behind her state. When my eyes traveled to hers, I got drowned into it.

Meri Naina ke Naina...

I couldn't focus anywhere else later. Her eyes have the capability to hold every nerve, every particle of my body fixed onto them. Her eyes are so beautiful that I can spend the rest of my life gazing at them.... And I didn't do anything different last night. She was trying hard to look at me too. As if we have signed for a competition to stare into one another's eyes. But of course, she was finding it so difficult and I was an expert in it. In her eyes, I always find love for me.... Love that I craved for my entire childhood. In her eyes, I find the trust she has in me... Trust that she can be her real self with me. I see acceptance whenever I dive deep into her eyes... Acceptance for whoever I am, and with all the flaws I have. I see care in her eyes for me... So much so that she treats me like a child at times and takes care of my demands and wishes.

How did I get so lucky to have this woman in my life???

I kiss the pendant, trying not to touch anywhere on her skin or else I'll wake her up. Her feminine fragrance is mixed with rose, and I still couldn't figure out the perfume with rose extract, since yesterday. We don't have any such perfume by the way. My lips deny my mind's warning and they travel a little up and kiss on the beads, again with bare minimum contact. I linger there for no reason. Whether it's the fragrance that's holding me captivated there or the urge to continue the kisses on her throat.

But my wish to linger wasn't meant to last longer. I hear someone sniffing something. Okay, there's no other person than Naina here. She's sniffing something hard now. I feel her hands on my arms and in a jiffy, I'm pushed away from her, confusing me the most as what has happened to her, and when I look at her to find the answer, Naina sneezes.

"Aaaaaaaakkkkcchhhuuuuuu!!!!!!!"

Wowww!!! What a great start it is to our morning. I resist my giggle.

"Kya kar rahe the tum?" She asks unbelievably, recovering from the effect of sneezing.

"Ummm... mai... kuchh bhi toh nahi." I lie, holding a chuckle. I'm still very much hovering over her. "Aur Naina, subah subah aise kaun chheekta hai? Romance naam ki koi cheez hoti bhi hai ya nahi?" I tease her.

"Ughhh... tum hi zimmedaar ho iske liye..." She slaps my arm and I frown looking at her. "Tumhare baal Sameer... naak me ghus rahe the mere..."

She tries to push me again but I remain unmoved. I'm just delaying the inevitable.

"Tumne hi bigaade hai kal raat ko... bichare mere reshmi baal... pata nahi kya haal hua hoga..." I don't stop teasing her by sounding dramatic.

.....and she blushes profusely with the mention of last night. Goddd!!! My wife looks so cute when she blushes.  Ohhh... I want to kiss her so badly.

I wait for her move and what she does surprises me. She immerses her long fingers in my hair and tries to set them. I remain fixed at my place, watching how she's using both her hands and is so focused on it.

"Ab thik hai..." She confirms in a childlike tone, smiling with so much innocence that it makes me almost forget we just had our first ever lovemaking yesterday.

Ahhhh... I cannot resist myself now.

I capture her lips in mine and she joins me in the kiss. I lay partially on her, slipping my palm in her hair to get the better angle. Her hands wander on my bare chest, shoulders and then travel to my back. I'm quite patient in the kiss, but Naina certainly isn't. She's trying to pull me more towards her, maybe she wants me on top of her. Her desperate hands definitely suggest that. But I cannot do that.

I soften the kiss and then slowly withdraw from it. Her breathing is uneven and so is mine. I need to change the direction of what it may lead to.

"Good morning!!" I say cheerfully, with a peck on her lips.

"Good morning..." She smiles brightly and looks around for a second. "tum itni jaldi kyu uthh gaye?"

I chuckle on her question and the innocence in her eyes. Doesn't she know what she was doing with me?

"Waise mera mood toh tumhe pakad ke 4-5 ghante aur sone ka tha... lekin tum jo kasrat kar rahi thi na mere upar, toh uthna hi pada..." I say mischievously.

Naina frowns first, probably thinking about what I meant and then gasps, looking at me agape. "Mai... mai toh chain se so rahi thi... tumhi ne uthaya mujhe.." She's definitely covering up for something.

I lie down on my side, resting my head on my palm and letting her stay on her back. I just don't want her to move much. "Achchha?" I ask. She knows exactly what I mean by that.

She blushes again and I'm curious what she's hiding. But before I ask, her attention is diverted to her shirt's open buttons, the duvet that's covering only her bottom half and the fact that... that she hasn't worn anything down there.

She pulls the duvet upto her chest and is conscious again. Well, I hope not. While in the process, she folded her legs and here she hisses a little. And I notice that. God! I'm worried about her now.

I caress her cheek and look into her eyes. "Tum thik ho Naina?" I try not to sound too concerned but I fail.

She puts the most beautiful smile on her face, the smile I can die for, and nods in yes. Either she doesn't want to confess it or she hasn't realized it yet.

"Just relax okay", I put a kiss on her forehead. As she nods again, I draw my hand towards her right shoulder and massages it softly. She sighs content. I continue massaging her arm, her forearm and her palm. Taking my hand under the quilt, I slip it beneath her shirt too and massage her belly slightly. She takes a deep breath and loosens all her muscles completely. I'm glad that she understood there isn't any other intention of mine, especially sexual. She thinks I'm just pampering her; well I certainly am but there's a slightly different reason behind it.

I flatten my palm on her stomach and keep pressing lightly. I find her fully relaxed as she has shut her eyes, I take my palm a bit down, further down to her navel and take it to the line of her innerwear, except she's not wearing one. Without applying any pressure, I just feel it with my fingers and keep stroking it lightly.

The only thing that's bothering me is Naina's soreness. She hasn't reacted that way yet, but I hope I wasn't too rough yesterday. Yes, I tried to be as gentle as possible initially, but after a point I was driven only by my sexual need. I couldn't help it.

"Achchha laga tumhe?"

I hear Naina's voice. What is she talking about? I was a bit lost.

"Huhh?" I frown.

"Ummm... woh wahan pe..." She hesitates while speaking, pointing somewhere down.

I still don't get what she meant but then I realize where my hand is. I stop stroking, but don't take my hand back. I know what she implies.

"Kab kiya yeh?"

I noticed it yesterday night itself when I bared her completely by taking her underwear off. But I didn't want us to indulge in any discussion at that time.

"Kal sham ko..."

She blushes but her eyes are still expectant. I know she hasn't got the answer yet.

"Pasand nahi aaya tumhe?" She asks innocently.

I smile looking at her. "Nahi... achchha laga mujhe..."

"Sirf tumhare liye kiya hai mister..." She lifts her brows and gives a slight jerk to her neck.

I smile at her again. How happy she looks when she knows that I liked something she did only for me. I always like the surprise she plans for me, I always like the gifts she selects for me and I always love when she dresses up only for me.

But this is different from others.

In the first year of college, Naina did her eyebrows and not to forget the 'waxing' for the first time. I thought she was interested in grooming, but I was miffed to learn that she did all this only to attract me more towards her and not to Sunaina. Of course, I learnt that much later.

And this one too falls in the same category now.

"Naina... sirf mujhe rijhane ke liye tumhe apne aap me koi badlaav laane ki zaroorat nahi hai... khas kar tumhare sharir par..."

"Matlab?" She frowns.

"Matlab...." I take her hand and keep it on the middle of my chest.... on the patch of hair she always feels through her fingers. "Kya maine ab tak kuchh bhi alag se kiya?"

I hope she understands I'm talking about the waxing part. I don't want to go into deep how she did it there, I'm just assuming.

"Lekin tum kyu karoge? Tum toh mard ho na... mard log thodi na waxing karte hai..." What do I do with her innocence?

"yeh kisne kaha tumse?" I chuckle. She's surprised by my question. "Naina... tumhe kuchh bhi karna ho, tum isliye karo kyunki tumhe achchha lagta hai... kyunki tumhara mann karta hai isliye... aur naa ki apne pati ko khush karne ke liye..." I brush my nose with hers. "Woh toh paanch saal se tumhara deewana hai..."

She breathes heavily. I see pride surging in her eyes. "toh... agli baar...?" She didn't complete it, but I understood.

"Iss ke karne ya na karne se hamare beech koi rukawat nahi aanewali Naina... koi bhi nahi..." I affirm, my voice automatically lowers at the last sentence.

"Sachchi?" Her eyes twinkle, as if I freed her from doing a troublesome job.

"Muchchi..." I can't resist putting a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

She grins widely and lifts herself to give a peck on my lips. I know she's probably too overwhelmed about what I said, but she won't show it. I didn't expect she would be this moved by my statement, but she needs to know that she doesn't have to do any special efforts, especially on her body, to keep me happy.

I look at her happy and smiling face. I can actually keep looking at her and stay like this in bed for long, but I want to talk about something that I ignored last night.

I keep drawing patterns on her stomach, to keep her in her place. "Naina... Humne kal protection use nahi kiya..." I try to keep my voice low.

I realized this when I collapsed on her after reaching my climax. I of course wasn't in my senses for a long time. The only thing I remember was Naina trying to sooth me by stroking my hair and kissing on my neck and shoulder. I was still inside her but softened. My full body weight was on her, but she didn't utter a word. It had felt as if we were just meant to be this way. That was such a blissful moment.

"Matlab?" I hear Naina's voice. She looks confused.

Ughhh..... My mistake... I'm talking as if she knows everything. But I don't have the patience to explain every bit of it to her. Not at least now. I hope she catches it soon. I've seen her bringing 'only for women' magazines and reading it secretly.

She still believes I don't know about it.

I clear my throat, "matlab... humne abhi tak... family planning ke baare me socha nahi hai... Aur ab toh hum Bombay shift honewale hai... jahan hame hamari shadi tak chhupani hai... toh kal raat ke baad...."

God!!! I can manage only this much. Please understand Naina....

She stares at me with her brows knitted and blinks her eyes several times.... as if she's processing the information and connecting all the dots. And I don't know why this is turning me on again.

"Tohhh... hame doctor ke yahan jana chahiye?" She raises her brows.

Can she stop being cute in this serious discussion?

"Unmm... jana toh chahiye..." I answer.

"Mere periods aa jayenge 2 dinon me... tab tak ruk jayein?"

I'm amazed by her question. So she does know about things. Well, trust topper Naina to dig into details once she starts knowing the surface. I'm a bit relieved now.

"Thik hai..." I assure her with a smile and kisses her forehead.

I resumed the massage, now on her other hand and shoulder. My hand intends to go to her bosom and thighs. But that will be too much of a test of my control. I want to comfort her and I don't want us to involve in any sexual activity so soon.

Naina is toying with the open button of my shirt, probably thinking about something. And I know a question would be coming soon. I brace myself for it.

"Sameer... protection matlab exactly kya nahi kiya hamne?"

Here comes the question and I burst into laughter.

"Condoms Naina... TV pe ad aati hai na..." I don't know why I sound husky. But the grin on my face hasn't vanished yet.

"Ohh' is the only word she's able to enunciate. I can guarantee that she hasn't understood anything from it, even if she had seen those advertisements.

"Toh, mujhe kya karna padega...??"

Argghhhh.... She has advanced to inquisitive mode now and I cannot help but giggle again.

"Tumhe kuchh nahi karna hai... Jo bhi karna hai, mujhe hi karna hai..." I pause here to check if she's satisfied with the answer.

And she's not....

"Sabse pehle toh chemist ke yahan jaake condoms kharidne padenge..." I inform her if that helps in her knowledge. But her smile and innocent questions urge me to tease her. I bend to her left ear and whisper in husky voice, "aur kal raat ke baad aisa lag raha hai jaise poori dukaan kharidni padegi..."

I don't know what she comprehends from this but she gasps and swats my arm. I laugh again. She pushes me and gets up to leave the bed in a hurry and-

"Aaahh....."

Oh no!!! She whines in pain, trying to muffle her sound. Something that I was trying to avoid since she woke up. I was trying to ease her pain and let her take her own time to start the day. But it happened due to my stupidity. Even last night when I entered her, she had yelped in the same way. I couldn't do anything other than staying in the same position and mumbling sweet nothings to her. But I cannot repeat the same.

"Naina... tum thik ho?"

She has squeezed her eyes shut and her hand is there. She takes some deep breaths and nods at me.... just to console me...

"Naina... tum please thodi der aaram karo na...."

She looks at me worriedly as I'm doing the exact same to her. As usual I panicked seeing her in pain. I help her rest on the mattress again, arranging some cushions so that she finds it comfortable. I take my position beside her, resting on my elbow now. Once she's settled, I push my hand inside the blanket and settle my palm on her core, without any warning.

She lets out an 'ohh' again, this time it signifies relief. I found this to be the only way to reduce her pain.

I'm no magician, no doctor, nor do I know what to do when you find your wife in pain after the first intercourse. But what I can do is to be with her in this moment and to provide her my warmth.

She rests herself back and exhales from her mouth. I don't move my hand one inch, my fingers cover her folds while the heel of my palm applies just slight pressure at the top. I hope this works as a massage. She closes her eyes and a subtle smile appears on her lips.

Shhiittt!!!!!

I'm so stupid. I should have been careful yesterday. What if I had told her that it might be painful for her? It was my responsibility to be gentle throughout. Naina didn't even know what exactly happens during lovemaking, but still she bestowed that trust on me and took the initiative.

And what I gave her in return for putting that trust? Pain...

How do you even say that no-one can harm your wife when you are there, Sameer Maheshwari??? It's only because of you that she has to bear this soreness, that too with a smile on her face.

I don't know what happened to me last night. Was I so out of control? Was I too wild?

No... I had taken care of her comfort... I made sure she was relaxed at every stage. And it was the only reason that the penetration became easy for me. Hadn't she been naturally aroused and wet, it wouldn't have been even possible.

Then why is it so painful to her even now? Should I take her to the doctor today?

A small amount of discomfort was expected yesterday, since it was her first time. Even I felt that for a moment being my first too. But.....

Ugghhhh.... All this is beyond my thinking capability... I'm not even able to match my eyes with Naina now.

I avert my gaze to look somewhere else and sigh heavily. I'm clueless about what I am supposed to do now. I think I should just stay away from her for some time.

A quietude of a few moments, and I feel Naina's soft palm on my cheek.

"Sameer...."

She has such a gentle voice, like a hummingbird. And even with the softest tone, it holds the power to drag my attention to it. I look at her to see her wearing a peaceful smile. Her palm is still on my cheek and it soothed my racing heartbeat somehow.

"Tum jitna soch rahe ho, utna dard nahi ho raha hai..." She says.

Of course!! I forgot that even if I'm not a magician, my wife certainly is. A chuckle spurts out from my mouth because of the obvious.

"Tumhe kya laga... tum meri taraf nahi dekhoge toh mujhe pata nahi chalega?" I know she's trying to lighten my mood.

"Aisi baat nahi hai Naina... tumhe pata hai mai tumhe takleef me nahi dekh sakta."

She keeps her palm on mine over there, "Haan lekin... sach mein itna dard nahi ho raha hai Sameer... bharosa rakho... aur khabardar agar mujhse door rehne ki koshish ki toh..."

She changes her tone from cheerful to soft to bossy within a minute. I look deep into her eyes and I find that she isn't lying. I nod after I'm satisfied.

She then pulls me down by looping her arm around my neck and we kiss again. All she conveyed to me through words right now, everything is reflecting in her kiss. She's assuring me from all the possible ways that she's fine.

As we part, she utters, "nahane ke baad achha lagega..."

I nod again. Why can't I look away from her eyes?

She frowns and so do I. I raise my brows asking her the reason.

"Toh hato na... mujhe jaane do... aur... kuchh pehenne ke liye laakar do mujhe..." She doesn't look at me while saying the last one. She's feeling shy and it makes me grin.

Give her something to wear? I think my shirt does a decent job to cover her.

So... that's certainly not happening. For the part of getting aside and letting her go to the bathroom?? umm... again that's not happening as she expects. A playful smile adorns my face.

"Sameer... kya... kya kar rahe ho?"

I fling the duvet away and sit on my knees, positioning my hands under her back and knees, I lift her in my arms. But my wife is so smart, she pulls the duvet over her quickly, which is now hanging partially.

I carefully step on the floor and Naina surrounds the duvet over me too, enveloping both of us under it.... as if she doesn't want the world to know what happened between us last night.... as if she doesn't want the rising sun, the chirping birds and the mildly cold October breeze to know that we both are half naked under the cover.... as if she wants to keep it a secret...

Just as the sacred wish we make to the god and then don't share it with anyone.

I cover the short distance to the bathroom in long strides. Thankfully, the door wasn't locked, so I pushed it with my back and we entered it. I debate between shutting the door behind us or just go out alone.

I gaze into her black orbs and I wonder how a person can be shy and confident at the same time. She's the lethal combination of both at the moment. Shy because she knows we both are in the bathroom... and confident because she knows I won't cross certain boundaries at least today.

I found my solution.

I place her gently on the floor, making her stand. Under the duvet, her fingers are curled on my waist, as if she doesn't want me to go anywhere. We stare into each other's eyes and all the happenings of last night flash through our mind. I can see it in her eyes and I know she can see the same in mine. The way we were entwined with one another till the morning, even this small separation is seeming difficult to us. Our feet don't move from their places, but someone has to move. And that's me.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, I kiss her forehead, and retreat back slowly, slipping out of the duvet. Our stare is undisturbed, we're filling every fragment of this moment in our heart to survive this short break.

The moment I'm out of the bathroom, Naina scans me from top to bottom. Yes, she has seen me draped only in the towel and now only in the briefs. Her gaze is quite intense, which lingers on my chest, my abdomen and on my crotch for more than required. It stirs something in me and my heart takes a new speed again. With a smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eyes, she comes forward and places her hand on the bathroom door. But she shuts it excruciatingly slowly, challenging my instincts not to barge into again.

From now on, we both embark on this journey together as a man and a woman, who share the bond emotionally, spiritually and now physically. I know it's a long expedition by the two of us, as many new experiences will greet us as we go ahead, many shortcomings and boundaries will limit us. But all we need to do is keep that hold on each other intact. Even if it takes some time, we should keep trusting our partner and then move again slowly.

Yesterday night was just a stepping stone of all this. There are many things that I want to show Naina, there are many new moves I want to try with her, there are many undiscovered feelings we both want to explore. We still need to talk about many things in detail. About protection, family planning... about our fantasies...

And for that, I need to keep patience. I know everything will happen, but at its own pace.

I will wait for that moment when she wouldn't feel the need to cover herself and I wouldn't need to hold control over myself. I will wait for the moment when we will wake up naked in the morning... with no inhibitions... no apprehensions... I will wait......

But the glint in Naina's eyes right now assures me that she's with me and she will be there in every new stage. Her sparkling eyes tell the story that the wait is not too long, that she too equally wants all this to happen and that she trusts me.

Trust... the most valued possession I've earned in my entire life... Naina's trust.

The door is finally shut with Naina's alluring smile and I release the breath I was holding for so long. I chuckle to myself and walk to the bed.

We have just a few days left in this big house and it was my wish to create beautiful memories here. And as always, my wife had taken care of that when she decided to give in yesterday night. Not that our physical union was the ultimate memory we could create here, but I'm glad that it is one of the memories we shared here.

As I reach the footboard of the bed, I'm welcomed with another sight that will remain as one more memory in this house that I may never forget... which is somewhat enticing and somewhat hilarious. I cannot help but blush heavily...

The floor is full of our clothes... Scattered everywhere...

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Hey friends, finally updated this bonus chapter from Sameer's pov. It's only for you people, as I cannot tell in words the happiness when I saw all the requests. I'm truly overwhelmed!!

So, do let me know how do you find this chapter. I seriously don't know if it matches upto everyone's expectation, but I tried my best to cover some points that I felt was needed.

Tell me what was your favourite part in this chapter and also in the overall story.

Did you notice that at times, Naina and Sameer think exactly the same. Yes, it does happen between the partners who are in physical relationship for long. But here, Samaina has reached that stage much before. They're truly soulmates.

Also, would like to share this with you all. I truly enjoyed writing stories from First Person's POV. (ToY and this one). It actually challenged me as a writer as I had to imbibe myself into the character's mindset. And hence, writing a boy's pov (Randeep in ToY, and Sameer here) is quite difficult to write.

Do let me know how do you find these stories from First Person's POV.

One more thing. I'll have to set this story to 'mature' coz of its content and I learnt that mature stories are difficult to find. So do save this book in your library or give me a follow if you haven't, so that you can find this book easily and re-read.

Okay, enough of rambling. (✿^‿^)

See you soon.

Love.❤️

Mugdha