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Guys, I am writing some thing after almost two years , so apologies before hand.
It could be pure trash but I couldn't stop myself.
pata nahi kyun likha hai , bas likh diya
This is of course before dolt's death.
It was nearing afternoon when some body reminded Lakhan Thakur that he should have lunch, it was time.
Since morning he was at the bridge construction site.He had to come down himself this time as repeated efforts of his trying to contact dolt had been futile.
Where the hell was he , now he was getting worried, he mentally noted to find him as soon as he went back home.
The construction site was complete mess, the inventory was scarce, the workers weren't sufficient and there was this government officer who was continuously creating problems of all kinds.
The time flew since he came to the site, resolving issues one by one.
The chaos almost drained him and made him feel exhausted. A meeting was fixed with the official after the lunch.He wasn't very much looking forward
to the meeting but these were one of those things which he never understood but did any ways.
Exhausted he sat on one of the under constructed wall.All the activities of the day ran through his head , calling suppliers , contacting them to get the go-downs ready , briefed with supervisors and workers and resolved the differences.
He gulped water from the bottle to satisfy his thirst.Cold water running down his throat felt refreshing.
Today was tough , well last couple of days had been tough on him to say the least.
Poonam wasn't showing any signs of forgiveness , the guilt of shooting bullet was
killing him from inside , what if guddi hadnt moved his hand , the thought always made him shake from inside.
He could never forgive himself.
He still hadnt forgiven himself for not trusting poonam. Even if he didn't trust her he shouldn't have shot the bullet.
He still couldn't understand how poonam could make him do the unthinkable.She always had that effect on him.
He smiled on his own, everyone including poonam thought he is the one who is more dominant , bossy in this relationship but the truth was Poonam was the one who always had upper hand in this relationship.His actions always revolved her, hell actions his life, his every breath revolved around her.The simple truth was she was his life and he would do anything , he would go to any length to keep her in his life.
Just her thought made him restless, strong urge to meet her, see her took over him.He hadn't seen her all day.
In the morning also,he had missed his most cherished part of the day.
Every morning he waited for this moment, waited for Poonam to come out of the bathroom and dry her hair.
The water drops which fell on his face from her hair felt like she had opened up to him, she has shared a part of her with him.The feeling he had been waiting to experience for all his life.
It was a ritual but today he had to leave early. He had a got a call from the site when she was inside the bathroom and he left with in seconds.
The thought to meet her was like energy booster.He started walking towards his jeep , put the key and drove to badi haveli.
He stopped the jeep on reaching haveli, got down , went inside and started looking for her.She was not in the room, she was
not inside the washroom, she was not with the kids, she was not with the badi amma,she was not on terrace.A sudden rush of anxiety ran through him.He didn't wanted to ask any body for the obvious reason,he never wanted any body to know about his weakness for Poonam.
But as always she never left him any other option.Just then Amma came from inside the kitchen ,she was dishing out food on the table.She called him to have lunch.Lakhan went towards Amma and asked her where is poonam.Amma made the usual annoying face which she always made and told him she has no idea where she was.Maya bhabhi joined them and told him that Poonam's mom is not feeling
well and so she has gone to help her.Satisfaction sweep ed through him and he sat down to have lunch.
After having lunch , he thought that he would at least go and visit vimla kaki and this way he can see poonam also.
Excited he reached their home , vimla kaki was sleeping soundly on the bed.Not wanting to call her name in fear of waking her up, he started looking for her on his own.
Where was she?
Frustrated he moved towards terrace and the sight of her made him actually skip his heartbeat, he was sure of it.
There she was, in the red saaree with pallu tied to her waist, hair tied and pleats of saree pulled up and tugged again at the waist.She was putting the clothes on washing line.
The water was literally dripping all through her and the saree had become her second skin.It clinged to her from every where leaving very less for him to imagine.
Sudden urge to feel her with his hands blanked out all other thoughts.
Drops of water sliding down her long neck and waist did nothing but worsened the situation and increased the yearning.He felt his throat going dry.
Ankled feet of her were totally wet and the raised saaree only aggravated the now unstoppable desire of holding her into his arms.
He didnt realize when he started moving towards her.Poonam was trying to put the
last of her cloth on the line and she had to stretch a lot but her hands weren't helping her.She had tried for 3-4 times.
She didn't realize when somebody picked her from waist and raised her to reach the line.The instant she had those fingers on
her , she knew it was none other than Lakhan Thakur.His touch always made her tremble from inside,it felt like he shook her existence.
Never ever her body reacted like this it always failed her and surrendered her to him.
He always managed to dumbstuch her with his unpredictable actions.He asked her to
put the cloth on the line and as was her habit, she followed his words.He brought her gently down on the floor without taking his
hands off her.He moved one of his hands and loosened the hair which she had tied , they dropped on him more then they fell on her.
His hands were sending shivers of pleasure where they stroked which did nothing but left her moaning.
His one hand always stayed on her waist,long fingers generating heat which she thought would burn her to ashes.
To her surprise he didnt stop but continued the assault by removing the pleats of her saree.He turned her slowly so that they would face each other.
He bend down to reach her ear and asked her in honey laced voice how she was doing since morning.She wanted to say she was fine but
as always answered by shaking her head.He said in that same tone with one hand stroking her hair that he missed her all day. Poonam didnt know how to respond but her cheeks did which suddenly started matching to the color ripe red tomatoes.
A smile lit up his face and he brought his lips on to hers and gently pressed them.
He moved them away in a flash of a second, gave her a nose brush and left the same way he had come..
When he was down the stairs , Amma shouted that he didnt had sweets , he just smirked , looked up where poonam was still standing
the same way he had left her , smiled and said 'aaj ka mitha hamein hamesha yaad rahega', sat in the jeep and went away.
Ho gaya, ab ka ...😆
thanks for reading if any body did...
like Vishal said , acha nahi to bhi likh dena yaar 😉😆
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