TS || The Unsaid Desires || Chap 2 on page 12 [COMPLETED] - Page 9

All dressed up in the navy blue mandarin collared slim fit shirt and indigo chinos, looking effortlessly breathtaking, Shravan took out the dryer to style his hair. Ruffling them, he dried them before taking s blob of gell in his palms and rubbing them into his hair, styling them in the typically perfect 'Shravan Malhotra' way. Taking out the bottle bottle of his favourite perfume, he sprayed the contents on himself before moving out of the chamber. Putting on his Rado he caught hold of his favourite viscose and cotton tailored indigo blazer he put on his black leather espadrilles. Passing one last glance towards the dressing room, he moved out of the room to wait for his wife in the living room.

Shravan waited in the living room impatiently. He looked at his watch for the umpteenth time, his eyes moving towards the door of his room.

"Isliye kal hi bata diya tha ki aaj party me jaana hai... phir bhi koi faayda nahi hua...agli baar se 3 din pehle bata kar rakhunga..." he mumbled irritated.

A tap on his shoulder made him turn around. To say that he was surprised would be an understatement. He sight literally knocked him out of his senses. Sumo standing in front of him, looking like a gracious epitome of elegance, charm and beauty in the saree he chose for her. The fabric of the saree looking shiny and soft and the colour looking beautiful against her dusky skin. The colour combination and the bead embroidered border with embellished patch work on neckline, back and making her delicate body glow even more beautifully.

The saree was pinned on her shoulder giving him a very good and unobstructed view of the supple skin of her waist that looked so smooth that he wondered how would it feel to touch and move his hands around it. He saw that the sleeveless crepe blouse she was wearing was made of some sheer fabric, the first half of it completely translucent. The saree was wrapped around her curves accentuating every voluptuous curve of her body quite exotically, concealing but at the same time revealing some parts that he was seeing for the first time and would never want any other man to see. Her hair were straightened and put on her right shoulder revealing her swan like neck devoid of any kind of finery. The only jewellery she had was a pair of diamonds danglers and bracelet that only enhanced her pat done look. In all she looked like a siren and he doubted whether he should let her go into public looking like that.

Sumo supressed her smile looking at his dropped jaw. She knew she was looking exquisite and had expected a similar reaction when she gave herself a final look before heading out of the room but what she was seeing was way better than her imaginations. He looked dazed and she felt a blush creeping up her neck at his intense look as if scanning her as he gave her a once over almost thrice in the same minute. She patted her back mentally to praise herself for for once being able to make Mr. Malhotra speechless.

"Aise kya dekh rahe ho... tumhari choice mujh par kaisi kag rhi hai bataoge nahi..." she asked sweetly, sounding innocent at the same time seductive. Shravan looked at her for a brief moment not knowing how to react from outside when his insides were screaming him to pull her in his arms, cancel the damn party and tell her by his actions how she looked. First he thought he should just shrug his shoulders avoiding the question but the hopeful look in her kohl lined doe eyes stopped him. For once they were behaving like old times after an eternity and he didn't wish to ruin it yet so soon.

"Shravan Malhotra ki choice kharab ho sakti hai kya.." he uttered smartly, praising her in the most subtle manner he managed to come up with. Sumo chuckled at that as she neared him.

"Tum kabhi nahi sudhar sakte..." she uttered looking at him adoringly and Shravan felt an intense urge to kiss her smiling lips right then.

"Chale..." he just uttered moving ahead of her, without waiting for her response, wanting a moment to remind himself that they were in a marriage of compromise.

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They walked into the huge gates of the bungalow where the party was supposed to be. It was the farmhouse of some of his colleague and the party was actually thrown to celebrate the winning of some huge case as Shravan had told her in the car. They had talked quite a bit about random stuff too in the car and it had felt so good, for a change their minds not resurfacing the egos that had become an integral part of their existence since god knows when.

Shravan walked a step ahead as they entered the hall, to greet his over excited friends and associates. They all had come to know about his wedding and seemed very keen to know about his wife.

"Hey Shravan... aa gaye tum... hame laga bhai nai nai shaadi hui hai... Pushkar ki tarah tum bhi party skip na kar do... but am glad tum aaye...come!" a guy uttered welcoming them. Sumo guessed he was the host for the day.

"Hey Aman... thanks bro..." Shravan uttered taking him in a small embrace. He was soon thronged by people, his colleagues coming to congratulate him for his wedding while some young juniors coming to greet their idol, her husband. A few women who were the wives of his friends came and hugged her warmly congratulating her on her wedding. She could see many heads turning towards them. Some in envy and some in complete awe. She felt butterfly flutterings in her stomach, the keen glances of people making her realise the coveted status of being Mrs. Shravan Malhotra.

"Shravan... mana ki tumhe shaadi karne ki badi jaldi hogi... aakhir Suman hai hi itni beautiful... but tum hame bula lete toh hum tumhari shaadi bhi enjoy kar lete..." a female colleague said.

"Aur nahi toh kya... sheher ke sabse eligible bachelor ki shaadi miss kar di humne... not fair..." another one said.

"Guys... sab itni jaldi mein tay hua tha...trust me even I wanted to invite all of you in a big fat wedding but my wife likes things to be simple and being a dutiful husband I need to concur everything she says if I don't want to sleep outside the haven of my own room..." he said sipping on the glass of wine, his tone quite chilled out making the flock of people around laugh at his effortless sense of humour. Sumo's eyes widened like saucers almost popping out of the sockets at his words. Her lawyer husband was too good at lying and she needed to be careful of that quality in future, she thought as she blushed at being addressed by him as 'my wife' and thinking the meaning of his words.

"Awww... So Shravan ne isliye aise hadbadi me shaadi ki taaki apni biwi se door nahi rehna pade...how romantic..." one of the girls sighed dreamily making him chuckle.

"Suman... there's Mr. Avasthi... a very important client... I'll be back soon..." Shravan said excusing himself from among the women.

"Suman tumhari saree toh bohot pretty hain... you have a lovely choice darling..." a woman complimented her making her smile. She indeed had a lovely choice and the proof of it was the husband she chose for herself, she thought to herself.

"Thank you so much... but this is actually my husband's choice... vo mere liye ise lekar aaye the..." she said feeling a flutter in the pit of her stomach as she for the first addressed Shravan as her husband in front of so many people.

"Awww...your husband shops for you...how sweet... seems your husband has an eye for women's fashion too...humaare husbands ko toh shopping chalne ke naam se hi bukhaar aa jata hai..."

"Vo toh hai... Shravan is.. just the best in whatever he does..." she uttered not being able to hold the words that naturally came out of her mouth.

"My my... you two are adorable..." someone complimented them yet again and she smiled the breathtaking smile of hers feeling a blush coming on.

"So... can I borrow my wife ladies..." she heard his voice as he came beside her and slipped an arm around her waist, surprising or rather shocking her yet again. Seemed like had taken the thing about pretending like a couple only in front of people too seriously. They excused themselves and Suman was about to ask him about the sudden weird behavioural changes when the lights went dim.

"Ladies and gentlemen... its time for spicing up the party now... yaha itne saare couples present hai... some are old and some new...glowing in new marital bliss... some single ready to mingle...so please take your partners and hit the dance floors...let the party catch some swing..." the emcee announced catching their attention and within a matter of seconds the centre of the hall was cleared for the couple and men and women holding hands started moving in. The music started making all sway on the tunes while Shravan and Suman stood at a corner watching them. Sumo's lips stretched into a dreamy smile looking at the adorable couples dancing, completely lost in each other. A desire that her husband too does the same, engulfing her in his arms, sprung in her heart.

"Are Shravan...vaha kya kar rahe ho bhai...dance karne chalo...Newly wedded couple ho aur apni biwi ke saath dance karne ka mauka chhod rahe ho..." Aman suddenly said dragging them onto the floor. Shravan tried to deny him but he dragged him and Suman in the middle of the dance floor before rushing back to his own wife. Shravan looked at a nervous Sumo looking all around but him. He couldn't deny himself he had wanted something like this...the moment he had seen her in that saree, he had been craving to take her in his arms. He was no saint and containing himself in front of a woman so sexy, woman who no matter what happens, always stays in his thoughts was breaking him. She looked at him and seeing the raw desire returning in his eyes, she couldn't avert her eyes.

"Chalo... chalte hai chup chap se... Aman pagal hain..." he said about to go when she stopped him holding his arm yet again, like the day she had stopped to make him eat.

"Shravan... yaha sab sochte hai ki we are the ' happy couple' aur sabke saamne se aise chale jaana will not look good... apni reputation ke liye hi sahi...agar tumhe aitraaz na ho toh thodi der dance karke chalte hai...waise bhi itne pretence ke baad thode aur se kya farq padega tumhe..." Sumo uttered sincerely, her throat clogged while uttering the last line. Shravan looked at her, he not only her found sincerity in her eyes but a fleeting desire too... like she wanted the same thing. Sumo lowered her eyes at his intense stare. She realised the song had finished and couples were moving out for some drinks to replenish themselves for another dance. She was about to turn around and go, feeling too sombre at his unsaid denial to dance with her when she felt a tug at her arm and the next moment she was pulled flush against him. She gasped, her softness hit his chiselled chest and her eyes almost popped out of her sockets.

"Shra..." she tired to say but words weren't coming out, somewhere stuck in her throat.

"Kya hua Suman... tum hi toh chahti thi na ki hum dance kare... taaki logo ko lage ki hum ek doosre se behad pyaar karte hai...am doing exactly what you wanted... I have been doing that since the day we married just as you desired... haven't I??" He asked, his tone again having the hint noxiousness as he adjusted their bodies into the ballroom position.

Sumo felt his hand moving up from her waist towards her back, her back that was completely bare except the few knots tied in a zigzag manner. She clutched at the lapel of his shirt as the other hand that had been holding her palm snaked around her waist. It was the most intimate contact they had ever shared, his hand on her bare skin, hers on his shoulders, her senses completely hovered by him. Their bodies moved on the sensual tunes playing havoc with their hearts, the lyrics only adding to the 'something' between them. Shravan though looked quite composed, his senses were caught by her, her petite body, her fresh fragrance, her soft skin underneath his hands on which had his fingers gliding on it on their accord.

Their bodies had caught the rhythm. The lyrics suiting them to the T, as if played just to describe their relationship to them. She could not do salsa in saree as she would have loved to on the song, but they were definitely dancing high on the beats, tapping their feet rhythmically and swaying their bodies in a perfectly matched tune. Their eyes were not leaving each other's even for a second. Staring into her orbs, he pulled her even closer as he stretched their right arms, and entwined their palms again. Their eyes had fire and intensity for each other. It not only conveyed their feelings to each other, but now it was asking each other the questions that they always wanted to.

Why were they so far being so close?

Why were they not where they belonged?

Why are they always fighting?

Why can't they fulfil the raw unsaid desires that they both wanted to but neither spoke of nor could do?

Why even after having the world in their arms in the form of each other, they don't value it?

People around when saw the adorable couple completely engrossed in their enchanting performance, moved away making space for them to dance freely, completely in awe with their chemistry. Sumo's nervousness slowly vanished into the thin air as she loosened her body and allowed him to mould her the way he wanted into the dance. She just wanted to enjoy the moment, the moment that was dearer to her than life and the moment that she would cherish always.

Shravan had already forgotten all about the surroundings listening to the lyrics and beats, remembering the only thing that the woman in his arms had completely surrendered to him, letting him shape her the way he wanted, as if she was a piece of putty. Her body sizzled with his and all the places he was touching was making blood rush in her body and her skin literally burn. Shravan clasped at her lowerback and and bend down, while she took the cue and fell into his arm like a broken branch closing her eyes in pleasure. Swaying her he made her stand again and twirled her around. They hadn't smiled even for a second even when their eyes were not leaving each other during the whole dance. Their bodies were sizzling, the moment she had seen Shravan decked so handsomely, looking almost edible, she had been dying to be in his arms. She had been literally dying to feel the fabric of the blazer he was wearing on her cheeks while hugging him, to inhale the intoxicating combination of his exotic international perfume woodsy aftershave that managed to enthuse her everytime she came close to him, to just feel his arms around her.

The song came to an end and the room filled with thundering claps while she looked at him as if seeing him for the first time. Her eyes widened the next moment and a loud gasp left her lips and she jumped into his arms, almost clinging to him, her right hand automatically went behind and clasped his right hand resting on her back as if trying to shield ber back from others.. Another song started and people again gathered on the floor.

"Sumo..." he called her that, today it felt so right after sharing something so intimate with her. He continued, "What happened... tum aise kyu..."

She moved back a little and looked at him with scared eyes, her lashes slightly wet. He was suddenly felt scared and himself responsible for that.

'Have I offended her' he thought.

"Are kuch batao toh sahi.. baat kya hai...achanak se tum aise ro kyu rhi ho...maine kuch..." he asked pulling her into him.

"Shravan... vo.. mai..."

"Bolo..."

"Shravan... vo... vo actually...mere blouse ke knots khul gaye hai...mai aise dance floor se kaise jaungi..." she softly whispered, her eyes moistening.Shravan closed his eyes. 'Maybe during the dance.. they might have come off...' he thought.

"Shh... Sumo relax... its okay...its no big deal.." he tried to pacify her as he clutched at her back to save the knots from falling apart.

"Shravan...it'll be so embarrassing... mere liye bhi aur tumhare liye..."

"Sumo... main hoon na.. I won't let anything of that sort happen... you trust me right??Just a second..." he said as he turned her around and pulled her into him, as if back hugging her. Then slowly moved as if doing some dance step and moved towards the edge of the dance floor. His face was almost buried in her hair and neck and he felt intoxicated by the fragrance of her. The thing wasn't any different with her. As soon as they felt they were out of the view of people, Shravan left her and took her to a corner.

"Tum apni dress theek kar lo... mai hoon yaha... don't worry..." he said as he stood like a shield in front of her while she turned around, her back facing him, and tried to tie the zigzag knots. The design was complicated and it was not easy for her to tie them without being able to look in the mirror. At home itself, she was able to tie it after a lot of trouble. Meanwhile Shravan looked around, trying hard to avert his eyes from her exposed skin, which looked creamier from a closer view. His brain screamed him to just go and touch and kiss all those parts, that had been begging his attention the moment she decked up like that.

"Nahi ho raha hai Shravan..." she gave up as her upper arm started hurting.

"Uhmm... ruko mai kisiko bhejta hoon..."

"Kya.. pagal ho gaye ho kya... yeh hamara ghar nahi hai...kise bhejoge and what will you say.. that your wife needs help..." she said and he actually realised how weird the idea looked. They were not at home and he could not send any random person to help her in something so personal

"Toh ab kya kare..." he asked clueless and Sumo felt like hitting his head with one of the thickest of his law book. But he looked adorable when he looked at her clueless, she couldn't help thinking.

"Agar tumhe aitraaz na ho toh tum baandh doge...yaha aur koi nahi hai jise mai keh sakti hoon... please..." she urged, very softly, her voice laced with hesitation of that of a new bride.

"Main...mujhe nahi aata yeh sab... tum ladies ke kapde hote bhi toh hai itne complicated..." he said like a cute lil boy.

"Kuch complicated nahi hai... tumhe bas jo knots khul gaye hai unhe loops ke through pass karke baandh dena hai..bas..." she explained as if it was some huge mission. He still looked unconvinced.

"Theek hai... I can try..." he finally said, scratching his temple. She turned around in hesitation. He slowly pushed the small wisps of hair that bad come in on her back and then saw that the firsf 3 zigzags of the knot were open. He saw little loops on the edge of the hem and somewhat understood the procedure to tie them. Taking hold of the first one and inserting it into the loops with a precision of that of Shravan Malhotra, did the same with the other two. He tried hard to not let his fingers touch her bare skin but they had a mind of their own and the soft brushes of his fingertips on her skin were sending all the wrong signals to his body in even more wrong places.

Sumo stifled a gasp in her mouth as the cold metal of his ring touched her skin. His touch was making her brain swoon and body reacted with a mind of its own. She was involuntarily gasping and writhing even when she tried hard not to. His fingertips touched her spine again while tying the final knot and and this time the gasp couldn't be stifled. Her back arched and Shravan felt like pulling her in his arms and satiate the curiosity to know the reactions his touch would invoke if he touched all over her body. She controlled her racing heartbeats and turned around.

"Are Shravan... bhai kaha gayab ho..." Aman paused and then seeing Suman behind him, "Ohh...yeh baat hain...romance baad me kar lena... thodi der toh bhabhi se door reh liya kar... by god kya dance kiya tum logo ne... chaar chand laga diye meri party mein..." he complimented.

"Thanks yaar... ab hum nikalte hai... Sumo ki tabiyat kharab lag rahi hai... and she is tired too...thanks for the party..." he uttered putting an arm around a visibly flushed Sumo.

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"Shravan..." she called as he walked in their room after changing into his night clothes. That was the first word she had uttered after the party incident about an hour ago.

"Kya hua..." he asked completely normal, as if he wasn't remembering anything, while his mind was stuck on the same thing. She said nothing but just ran in and hugged him. He stumbled back before holding her to balance them.

"Thank you Shravan... thank for that... agar tum nahi hote toh aaj pata nahi main kitne saare logo ke beech sharminda hoti...you again proved you are my true friend...thank you... aaj phir se sab kuch bhula kar tumne mujhe protect kiya... hamesha ki tarah..." she sobbed into him. To hell with the hesitation and issues. He was her best friend first of all and how could she not thank him for being one. She was falling for him deeper and deeper and she wanted some medium to vent it. The tears of happiness and gratitude were one of them. Shravan smiled as she burrowed into him and cried. He definitely understood how big that issue was for a woman and he hugged ber back to pacify her, to let her know that he'll always be there for his wife... his Sumo.

"Its okay...I am here...mai tumhe kisi bhi keemat mein sharminda hone nahi deta..." he uttered sincerely. Even if subconsciously, they had moved one more step ahead in their relation and he wasn't any less happy than she was.

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