Chapter 4

"What was that?" Mohit asked Mouni guarding her way.

"What? I was giving thanks to everyone." Mouni tried to find her way out form Mohit's blockade. But he had already pushed her against the wall and placed his hands on the wall of her both side. She got little scared as she couldn't find any room to move out from there.

"Answer me, what was there? I never saw you so open up in front of everyone..." he expressed his surprise. He looked at her eyes. There he found nothing but unbound and unconditional love with sort of embarrassment. It told him whatever she had done was accidentally happened by her.

"Really?" Mohit asked again, "Was that really accident?"

"Umm...yes kind of...actually I did it intentionally. Remember you have challenged me just before then, that whatever you can do I can't. So doing this I prove myself to you that I can do everything what you can do." She proudly said.

"Okay...I am impressed. But I need to see your more ability and courage on this regard." Saying this he grinningly moved towards her. But she moved her head down at the moment he was about to kiss her. So his head slammed on the wall. In reflex he released his grip over Mouni and touched his forehead. Finding finally a way out Mouni ran away from there showing him a thumbs down with a teasing smile.

"You..." Mohit shouted but the next moment burst into laughter.

"You..." Mohit gets up in flush and doesn't find Mouni beside him. He searches for her turning around his head every corner of their room.

"Oh You get up!" Mouni smilingly says from the balcony. He looks at her smilingly and jumps out form his bed.

"It's only 7. Would you like to go to bathroom first or..." She doesn't complete her sentence.

"I would like to have a walk as last day you have spoilt that." He says that shaking her chin lovingly.

After sometime, Mohit comes to a crossing of the street. There is a wrestling ground. And few people are doing their exercise with the "Malkhambs" over there. Seeing him jogging an old man comes to him and enquires about him and his purpose of visit as he seems new to them. He answers them that he has come with his wife Mouni to attend her friend Pritika's wedding. Satisfied by his answer they invite him to join them.

"No Uncle...don't ask him. He is not that strong to handle your Malkhambs'. He is alright with his jogging." Mouni answers from Mohit's behalf to them sarcastically.

Listening Mouni's mocking he just glares at her for a moment. Then he takes off his upper of his track suite. His bare body is shown to everyone. He silently picks two Malkhambs' in his hands and starts practiced with them. Soon his whole body wets with his sweat. His strong bisceps and trisceps are shown. His chest muscles and abs becomes alive during his exercise. After finishing his 100^th round he comes to Mouni and hands over those Malkhambs' to her. She put down them readily as those are too heavy to lift for her. He grins at her and leaves the place taking his upper from her. Mouni is still in trance to witness his strong and masculine body.