OS:VIRMAN Something special

"huh..!! I hate this. Aakir itni bhi kya zarurat hai ki mujhe yeh pehnna hi hoga. kya? agar mein ise nahi pehnoongi tho pooja nahi hogi ah?? Oh God!! is bechari ladki ka madad karona?"

"bechari ladki?? aise kehkar us God ko bechara mat banao pagal"

Manvi was enraged by now. She turned to look at her only irritating,annoying husband Virat. He had a naughty smile on his face and that annoyed her even more. She took a deo bottle which was at her dressing table and threw hard towards him. He caught it saying "koi apni pathi se aise bartav karte hai kya?? kuch seeko bhabi se"

She ignored his comment and turned to mirror. She could see her own horror in the mirror. She was given a beautiful red saree to wear and come downstairs for some pooja which would be starting in few hours. It was a strict rule of Swamini bua that the bahu's of Vadhera pariwar must wear saree this day and no excuses. Manvi's world was whirling round as she definitely knew that wearing a saree is like winning a world cup for her. She started feeling sick thinking what if she goes against her bua. She knew the answer, within no time she'll be fired. Even her stupid husband would support that as hell get a better chance to pull her legs.

On the other side, Virat had been watching every moves of his better-half who was totally unaware of his eyes and wandering in her own confused world. He loved her this confused state of mind so much. He loved her how she had blaming herself from past 1 hour for not learning to wear saree. She even blamed her di for not helping her who went to kitchen to prepare some food. He thought to himself "Shes really a manufacturing fault and that fault made only to fix me"

She stood there having half saree on her body and other half lying on ground. Everything was messed up. She thought to give a last try. She held pallu in her hands wondering which side to put it. Finally, she put it on her left shoulder when she find that correct and took the remaining half and started making pleats which remained unsuccessful. She lost her patience and gave up.

He hugged her from behind while his hands touched her bare waist. She would be blushing if it was any other time. But now, she was not in mood for his romance. She pushed him hard from her elbow saying " Don't touch me". After all it was Virat Vadhera, jho use mana karega, vo vahi karega. He put his both palms on her shoulders, turned her to face him.

"Do you mind if I help you?aakir tumhara pathi hun, itna tho farz banta hain na mera??"

And this surely made her blush. She controlled and said pulling back his hands " chal hat!! tumhe thodi na patha hai? bada aaya help karne". She made a weird face and he loved it.

He held her close, lifted her chin up to straightly look into her eyes and said " let me give a try at least".

She was left with no words. There was no reason for her to deny. In fact, she wanted the same.

His hands ran down from her shoulders towards her bare waist. Once she felt his rough hands touching her soft skin gently, she felt a sudden chill. She moved herself a step back from him. He loved her more when she blush. Her eyes were closed but still her senses told her that he was very close to her. She felt his breath near her ears. He slowly moved his one hand circling her waist and other hand playing on her cheeks. He leaned on her whispering " You look beautiful when you blush" and removed her messed up pallu from her shoulder. Her cheeks were full of red now. She stood there closing her eyes and feeling the wonderful thing in her life. Her irritating,annoying husband turned into a prince charming within no time. She just wanted this moment to last forever.

He slowly made her pallu pleats and put it on her left shoulder making sure that it is perfect. He pinned her pallu touching her soft skin and placing a soft kiss on her neck which made a chill run through her spine.

He then knelled down to work on her saree pleats. While making them, he couldn't avoid his eyes from attracted towards her bare navel which drove him crazy every time. He left his work undone and started kissing her navel. She was now totally out of this world and bit her lip from the excitement.

He was finally able to control himself and could start working on her saree. He made pleats and held them together to adjust the height and tuck them into her under-skirt while he hardly pressed her waist.

Once hes done, he raised his eyes to look at her face. She was still closing her eyes and was totally blushing. He bit her navel last time and stood up.

He wrapped his both arms around her, tightened his grip and held her close saying " I love you". She slowly opened her eyes,looked into him and replied him "I love you too".

He turned her to face to mirror. She was looking perfect. She now loved the same saree which she hated few minutes back.

She turned back, their eyes met and soon their lips locked.