Her scent tingled his nostrils!
She sat next to him.... almost naked......face turned away from him....legs dangling down from bed.....wearing just the red silky panties.......He could see her back...... rather than hiding anything the panty pulled his focus down to the small of her back....... he cursed as he jerked becoming rock hard..... He pressed his lips in the dimple of her back..... The touch of her skin was cool, but his lips burned.
"I missed you, Chandu! ......Too much... God, I love you!"
As she tried moving away, he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her tight against his hardness. She crossed her arms over her breasts trying to act casual. She was acting angry with him..... She was adorable, truly!.... His Katto!........ If she played dirty, he would teach her what playing dirty was!
He forced her arms down and turned her to himself. Her hard nipples dragged across his hair-roughened chest and she gasped. His head lowered and he kissed her deep and hard and long. He palmed her breasts and tweaking the tips with his thumbs as he swallowed her moans.
His gaze riveted on the juncture between her legs….. shape of ass like upside down heart.... All he could think of was cupping her ass, spreading his fingers along her cleft, to feel her heat…..slick folds of flesh wet with arousal pushing against the gusset of her panties….slipping a finger inside …easing those plump lips apart ..spreading juices…. then slipping two fingers in......
Advay jerked so hard that he woke up. It had been only a dream...... A wet dream!..... His katto wasn't there; but he had literally felt her body against him.... was she missing him, too?
He turned and checked his mobile from side table. There wasn't any missed call. She was really playing dirty with him!
Darsh had been practicing through the night. In the wee hours of the morning, he had finally urged his band to leave and catch up some rest. He had himself tried resting, too; but sleep alluded him. After struggling long, he had finally thrown away his covers. He paused and pondered in the depths of his heart. What was this between him and Pooja? Was it something unknown.....Unseen?
Her thoughts practically stalked him!
In one single day, she had actually, physically touched him twice…… as if nothing had happened interim…no time had passed, no events had happened...... Rather she had met with him and acted so natural from the day they met in Paris, it felt like they had never ever separated.
In their youth, they had been closest. Their friendship sometimes baffled him. He’d known her for most of his life. She understood him, and he appreciated that about her...... He would be the first to acknowledge that he had tended to take her for granted,......... but he would never ever, even in his wildest nightmares, quite imagine his life without her....... He had been so very used to having her around, rather, he had enjoyed having her around.
Darsh didn’t confide in many people, but Pooja was someone he had trusted with most of his secrets. She listened to him and was his one constant..... After his mother’s death, his father had closed himself in a cocoon of his own grief. ...... AD was a close friend, too but he had had his own past to tend to and Darsh’s focus had been to support AD in his own grief rather than loading him further with Darsh's own loss ...... His other friends were mates, good for a laugh and a drink at the pub but not for sharing his deep and darkest secrets....... When he worried about his father, he knew that Pooja would be there to listen patiently and offer words of comfort and advice.
"She owes a punishment from me."Advay decided with himself as he forced himself outside the bed.
For now, he had to focus on the day planned ahead. He ordered breakfast to his room and got on with his chores. When the food was delivered, he took it to the table munching on food while he thought of next steps.
He would order a car and before meeting with Thomas just go driving around the area where he was taking him today. Maybe he could call him and asked to be picked up from there itself. The drive would clear his head and the destination would perhaps give him some idea about what work was expected further.
Darsh got up, finished his chores and sat on his piano to try new composition, but nothing came. His thoughts went back to Pooja.
Everything had been going well and then something had happened. He hadn’t been able to fathom what exactly, but he knew something had happened. That Same Pooja, his closest friend, had gone and declared her wish to marry some new guy who was not even part of their circle. She had suddenly become distant and he had not wanted to interfere with her desire. His conscience made the choice it had to, to withdraw himself completely from the scene and flee to Paris to never interfere in her life. He was a man of conscience very strong and abiding, but his heart always knew that as time had passed, she had become the most important person in his life.
And after all these years, she was urging him to sing from his heart. What else could his heart sing but his love for her. And what would that do to this renewed friendship she had unknowingly rekindled again?
Inadvertently, his mouth opened and the feelings all came out in his song.
Woh jo tha khwab saa
Kya kahein jaane dein…
Yeh jo hai kam se kam
Yeh rahe ke jaane dein…
Kyun na rok kar khudko
Ek mashwara kar lein
Magar jaane de…
Aadatan toh sochenge
Hota yun toh kya hota
Magar jaane de…
He would rather let things be than open out his heart to her. One thing he knew for sure was that he cherished every small bit of her that he got. But then wasn’t his desire to have her whole? To know what could possibly have happened? What did his heart desire after all? Had this pondering turned into a habit for him?
Feelings that he had believed to have taken back seat in his mind….. why had all those feelings resurfaced again? He could not even in his most uncaring heart ever think, why she had returned to his life?
Beeta jo beete na haaye kyun!
Aaye yun aankhon mein…
Humne toh be-mann bhi socha na
Kyun aaye tum baaton mein…
Was she responding to his first song Darmiyaan sung specially for her? Had she fallen for it? She was asking him to sing from his heart. Did she want to know what was in his heart? Why didn’t she ask him then?
Poochhte jo humse tum
Jaane kya kya hum kehte
Magar jaane de…
Aadatan toh sochenge
Hota yun toh kya hota
Magar jaane de…
“Puuuuttttar!” A poignant calling feel on his ears. He turned knowing it was his father.
Darsh was broken from his reverie. A trace of shock and sadness was present in Darsh’s eyes, but only for a moment. He masked his face in a moment, rose from his seat and extended his hand.
It was a relief to see his father, somehow Darsh always thought of him as unfailing source of reassurance and comfort, especially after Pooja’s marriage. They clasped hands in a firm shake, and used their free arms to pull close for a moment. The demonstrations of affection in such way wasn’t usual for father and son. Youngers generally touched feet in their cast...... but then, they’d never been a conventional family. Not when Ammi was alive and neither after her death.
After a few hearty thumps on the back, Baba drew back and glanced over him with the attentive concern that harked to Darsh’s earliest memories. Not missing the traces of weariness on his face, his father lightly tousled his hair the way he had when he was a boy.
“Why Puttar, why? What is it that you want?…just tell me, I’ll have it for you…. Why this mood? ”
“No Baba, it’s nothing!” Darsh tried hiding his face by hugging his father again; but he held him away and looked straight in Darsh’s eyes .
“That nothing is clouding your eyes in pain…..Do you know, puttar?” His voice almost choked with emotions, “You have your mother’s eyes…..Your soul reflects in your eyes….. She could never ever hide anything from me…. Why are you trying that?”
“But Baba, when there’s nothing what shall I tell you?”
Although he and his father had always spoken freely on a great variety of subjects, they rarely discussed Darsh’s love life. Thank god, baba had refrained from meddling in his love life giving him complete freedom to make his own choices and his own mistakes.
“You won’t listen, fine! You don’t tell me; but let me tell you something.”
Baba sat on the piano and started playing a song. Darsh knew his father sang well. He had inherited his voice from his father though Baba had sung only in family; whereas Darsh had ventured into professional singing on insistence and coaxing by Pooja.
Darsh’s face lit up instantaneously with a bright smile springing to his lips. This song was Baba's favorite one, "Main Shayar Toh Nahin". Darsh knew his father had used this song to woo his mother when he was very young.
And then continued to woo her at every occasion, be it appeasing her anger if she ever got angry or celebrating their married happiness in anniversary party. It had always brought a smile to Darsh; whenever baba had sung it. But in, what almost felt as era after his mother’s untimely demise, baba hadn’t sung it at all...... rather, Darsh realised, Baba had not sung at all.
Why was he singing it now? After so many years? And when Ammi was not around? All sorts of questions crowded in Darsh's mind.
Baba turned to him and pitch rose high with his melodious voice
“Sochata hoon agar main dua maangata
Haath apne uthaakar main kya maangata”
“Babaaa…..” Darsh felt a lump in his throat with his mother’s memory. Darsh knew the one and only thing which his father could ever wish for was for his mother to return back.
“Yes Son! Yes! I would ask for her to come back, to return to our world…… for me?.... Yes! Very much for me..... But more…..for you, my son! You need ‘her’ in such phase of your life….when you desire something but you don’t have it…in spite of the world being at your feet….and she was the only one with whom you would share your heart openly…….Kaash, aaj voh hoti…..” Baba’s eyes were dreamy and moist.(Wish she were there today)
Darsh hugged his father once again wanting to comfort him. “Baba, aap Ammi ke bagair nahi reh paate na?” (You can't manage living without mother, right?) After all these years, Darsh had matured enough to understand the depth of his pain.
“reh nahi paata, phir bhi reh leta hoon, beta!” (I can't manage living, I still live, Son)
Darsh looked away far outside the window,“hunh! It's Life, after all!........ makes you live without the person you love!”
“No Puttar, don’t say that! I lived life with my love….. and even today, I don’t live in your world, I live in my own world which has her in my heart……. You know what, son? Why I have stayed behind in this world is so that she lives in peace up there…….” He pointed to the sky. “From there also, the only thing she must be worrying about will be you, my child!”
Darsh smiled but his smile lacked radiance, his eyes clouded as he looked at the skies, searching for a glimpse of his mother in the clouds.
“So? Are you going to say the girl’s name?”
Darsh gave his father a wry glance. “You won’t let the topic go, will you?” Darsh shook his head, “Don’t pressurize me for name and don’t pin high hopes on marriage. For this girl, marriage would be the worst thing ever to happen to her.”
Baba smiled. “Marriage is usually the worst thing to happen to a woman. Fortunately for us, that never stops them..... come on now, tell me!”
Darsh hesitated, "Baba you won't like it. She has been married once already and has a child from that marriage....... Pooja, Baba" Darsh knew his father would as such gauge the name from the information shared. Otherwise also, he was a stubborn guy, once he fixed his mind on something he would find a way to get it.
"Pooja?...... Apni Pooja?......." His face lighted up with happiness, "She is a great girl. Voh toh ghar ki hi hai..... and why did you believe I wouldn't like it?....Because of her marriage?....Puttar, what do you take your father for?....There's nothing greater than love..... no outsider feelings, neither society limitations.... Who else other than me will vouch on that? I have defied the whole world to marry your Ammi....In that age, years ago when Allahabad was so damn orthodox, I still proposed to your Ammi in spite of her being Muslim ...... How could you even imagine myself to not accept Pooja just because she's been married before."
"Sorry Baba, I didn't mean it that way......" Darsh apologized, “What might she think? She has burnt her fingers already.”Darsh was nowhere getting convinced.
“Yes Son, her heart has been broken…. But then what’s the meaning of love? It’s about embracing the broken heart and slowly and patiently mending it…..and that won’t happen unless you give your time and all your love with all your patience…. Same as life, Love is not a destination or a product….. it’s the journey to unify yourself with your partner. With your Ammi, it was about rediscovering love every day." Baba spoke in quelling tones.
Darsh knew Baba was trying his very best to convince but somehow Darsh's heart was still not agreeing. Baba didn't miss the hesitation on his face.
"Shall I speak to Advay? Voh meri baat nahi talega." Baba urged with full conviction. (He won't deny me anything)
"No baba, no!" Darsh exclaimed in shock, "Advay holds you on such high pedestal in his heart……all that you have done for him selflessly….he won’t deny you anything…… but in my eyes, you’ll be a step below from Advay’s pedestal for you…… aap mere liye chhote kabhi mat banana, Baba!"
Baba exhaled a deep sigh understanding his son completely yet feeling helpless.
"And baba, is there anything I myself ask of AD and he won’t give me?…..but I don’t want it coming from him…..First, I would never ask such a thing out of our friendship …..and further, I want it to come from her…..from her own heart!
"But child if you don’t speak to her, how will she know? Do you realize?....... a woman needs to be told first that the man loves her….. Only then she’s comfortable accepting the love and speaking out her own heart….. Why do you want to deny Pooja that comfort? .. that right as a woman?"
“I won’t deny her anything in the world, Baba!........but somehow….. it worries me….. it shouldn’t rob me of the current friendship we still hold.”
“Look, Son! You and I both know very well that there are no guarantees in life!...... and what’s it that you stand to lose?....your friendship was on hold all these years, wasn’t it?.....Go ahead, Son! Take the risk and life will reward you!
Darsh smiled….. This time, his eyes twinkled as usual….. His father had been a great support for him …… now Baba was inspiring him for his love through Baba’s own experience. The shadows that were lurking in his eyes cleared up at Baba’s words, and Baba was moved by the hope that bloomed on his face.
“So Baba! What brings you to Paris…… and now don’t you dare to bluff that you came for this matter of mine….. you didn’t know anything till now.”
“No son, I never bluff and not to you!” He looked pointedly at Darsh making Darsh repent all the bluffs he had given all these years to hide his love for Pooja.
Darsh looked vaguely apologetic. “Then, what is it that brings you here?”
“Well!.......” Baba hesitated making Darsh suddenly suspicious…… “I heard about this meeting you had with business giants.”
“Did someone tell you?” Sparks of anger burst from Darsh’s eyes with the memory of threat that he received in the Jimmy’s customer meet.
“Only those who get paid for it….. Son, it’s not just you paying people to keep tabs on Pooja, I do the same for you!”
Darsh looked shocked, “You knew about Pooja?”
Baba laughed, “No! I just knew that you paid for those services. Now I know, whom you kept tabs on.”
Darsh looked at him with wide big censuring eyes, “Baba, you keep tabs on me???”
“Not always, Son! It started because you were not having time at all to come to Paris and then suddenly you adjusted all your schedules…..knowing Advay, I felt it must have been some plan; so I started giving a rough check on anything specific happening……. And then your meeting did happen!”
“Baba, I hope you’re not going to stop me from helping AD.”
Baba, thank God, was not one to meddle in his sons’ private lives. “Never, Son! I am only going to safeguard you and support you in this whole thing. I have come to introduce you to some important key people who will bring you success in this mission.”
Darsh hugged his father with a smile…. “I know my Baba! You are a gem! I can trust you, anytime and always!”
Baba felt the same tender love in his heart again for his son.
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Well! after a pretty long time, a happy twist to story. Beauty of complexity of relations in friendships. The way Darsh refrains his father from speaking to AD. Where will this take the story?
And then how will Darsh proclaim his love to Pooja?
Advay had a wet dream, what punishment will he give Chandni?
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