Ch#9
How can a night shattered logic of years?
He gazed down at his Wife,peacefully sleeping in his arms.What a beautiful morning! Once upon a time he had dreaded it,just da prospect of sitting across from her at ten thousand breakfasts was unbearable but Today he could not think of anything more felicitous.A day cant end without her,A morning should not start without her.Day passed,Monthes passed,Years passed & he didnt realized when she became a daily sustenance to him like water light,breath..
Her fingers were curled in a delicate fist,resting on his chest like claiming her wining terriorty.Her face was placed on other side of his chest,making her look even more delicate against his rough masculine skin.
He had never thought his wife beautiful,pretty--yes;lovely, at times;but not this beautiful.The "beautiful" which could send heated blood to his helpless male limbs.."ab apni wife k bare men aesa thodi sochte hein"
But sometime he had wondered... In these 5 years of platonic friendship,which kept them affable yet firm limits of conduct,how it would be if they?But always he sank da ship of his forbidden imaginations in da next moment.
But buried things has funny ways of sprouting roots.So that when he did at last acknowledge it,he found himself facing not the small seed of desire,but a jungle of passion.
How blind he'd been,like a thick headed gardener who adore his rose,stares it day & night mesmerized by its beauty but felt fear to feel its softness,had no courage to inhale its scent.
But no,she was not a showy blossom rose for him, not just good for few days or a few weeks.In his life She was more like the hazel tree where in summer he found shelter & peace;in winter da bare limbs teach him strength & courage.To him she was woman for all seasons.
The sun shined more brightly,making its way through da grand glass window.As dy knocked on her closed eye lids cruelity she writhled.Wid a soft protesting moan she turned to other side,creating delicious friction between them.Her move slipped da blanket down leaving her shoulders bare to his sight.He wanted to slip it further..down,down,down.
Than to crease all da way slowly,worshipping each curve & slope.Next he wanted to praise her every inch wid his lips.Next...there was so much he wanted to do but chose to control himself.
He did his best to cherish her like a delicate butterfly but some things are always out of control,just like his fierce passion..she definitely need rest & he need.."Natasha"
He slowly sat up,his passed life slide show started.This time there were no external forces acting against him,no excuse of buisness,no emotional blackmailing of cruel fate.Now he was not a helpless boy,He was a strong man,successful,free to choose.And there was no doubt which choice he wanted to make,every fiber of his belong to Geet.
Yes Geet...Who entered in his life like an unexpected storm.who made him fall in mud in their first encounter,who slapped him on his wedding night,who made him smile,who made him cry who made him..Him.
He loved Geet.He had loved her all along.What a fool he had been,to not have realized it sooner.Had he a better understanding of his own heart,he had behave wid Natasha differently.She must felt disappointed,but atleast her hopes were not raised by his confusion.His heart filled with a painful tenderness.He wanted her to be happy.
But she has to understand a man who belong to another woman couldnt guide her back to happiness..he was not da Maan of his past anymore & he hadn't been for a very,very long time.He is in love But da love of his life was the one with whom he'd built his life,built himself.Looking back,da disaster turns of his life was nothing but wonderful moment,Day by day,year by year da threads of two separate lives,two different hearts gradually,imperceptibly weaving into one.Which he will guard till his last breath.
He slowly slid out of bed,slipping in his breeches he picked his cell to call Natasha,da first & most important step.Looking in direction of sleeping Geet he quietly went to washroom,locking da door he cal Natasha.
Her happiness was clear in her chirping tone,he spoke politely:mujhe tumse millna hai Natasha..to phir tum Shimla kb tk jaogi? Theek hai..phir yahan nhi Shimla men.milte hein.Nhi men khud call kr k btaunga.ok bye.
He kept his cell aside & stood in shower wid a bright dreamy smile.
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He stepped out of washroom & confused looked at empty bed.But it cleared in next moment on hearing washroom door closed behind him.So da queen has easily escaped from his sight,but no more hide & seek he promised to himself wid a smile.He opened da window & cool breeze danced inside.He shut his eyes & extended his both arms...a wind never felt so beautiful.
He set da plates for da 3rd time in waiting for her.He had ordered all her favourite dishes for breakfast.His eyes instantly flew at door hearing da unlocking sound.And he didnt realize when his steps moved to her,how da distance reduced.
He just couldn't look away from her.She was properly wrapped in orange sari,her wet hairs covering her shoulders & arms.She held her head,her throat, slender & elegant...da very model of decorum.But how could he see her just like dis When he had witnessed da other version of her.?When in dark she'd been all indecent touches,hot kisses & rapturous whimpers,wicked sighes.
Their eyes met & he grabbed da towel from nearby,not able to trust himself wid free hands.He extended it to her.She too raised her hand but it was not empty,had his cell in it:baat kr k tum andar hi bhool gaey the.
And dn she added her "Best Friend" advice:water resistence phone le lo,pani se ye khrab hojaeyga.
She slipped out towel from his hand,handed him phone & walked away to two chairs dining table.Taking her seat she spread jam on her toast in gracefull manner.She finally looked up at him in questioning manner while pouring tea for herself:tumhare lye dalun?nashta krogey?
He remain rooted to his spot,tongue tied.Ofcourse its not everyday when your wife catch u making calls in washroom,a wife wid whom u recently made love,who asumed u in love wid someone else & who herself was in love wid some one else.
Bitter...but truth of life.
His words stumbled:men..mujhe washrooms men call krne ki aadt nhi hai...tum thi..
He paused...horribly wrong choice of words.He took his seat & added:I mean tum so rhi thi..neend khrab hoti tumhari isley..call aai to washroom chla gya k tum disturb na ho.
When taking a neat bite she looked at him,da look made him realized she had been not sleeping.
Just a night passed from friends to lovers & da lies started?Why love is so complicated?
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The whole journey passed in silence .she remain busy in checking mails,adoring da passing sights & he remain busy in driving & stoling glances of her.After arranging da words 100 times in mind he finally spoke up:Natasha..
Her slender neck turned in his direction.Yes he got her full attention.He quickly added:kal wo mall men thi..wo boutique lena chahti hai wahan.use nhi pta tga Jay ka mal gai..aur mujhe bh nhi pta tha...
"tum Shimla chod dogey?"Her sudden question stole his senses."What?"he could only blurted out.
When her question finally made sense to her he snapped in heated irritation:I know Shimla ki population zyada ho rhi hai pr zruri nhi k men hi yahan se move krun..aur muhjhe nhi lgta mere jane se kuch khas jga kali hogi.
Silence..a long stretchy silence.
Geet:ghar ki trf turn le lo please.
He took opposite road from their office,to their home.Geet:men ghar nhi chodungi.
To Maan confused expressions she added:tum iske bdle kuch aur le lena..cash men hissa le lena pr ghar mere pass hi rahega,mera hi rahega .
"Ghar se itna pyar?aur ghaewala kuch nhi?" His temple throbbed horribly,his blood boiled.Clentching his jaw he parked da car & was ready to inquire da resources of da confident future prediction of his Miss "All Knows" but before him she opened her mouth:tum office jana chaho to chle jana..men nhi aa paungi.I want to tk rest.
The fury instantly replaced by worry,a realization,a guilt.Before she stepped out he grabbed her arm:Are u all right?
After what he did,she did,they did..these words should be da start of their morning conversion.But da morning was unique just like him & his luck.Simple four words & a caring hold but it all became so wicked.The memory of last night took troll in mind.He felt her skin temperature rising under his burning fingers.Colour spread from her neck to her cheeks,his heart throbbed.
Maan hesitately:koi problem...kuch feel..
She glared at him wid her those lovely eyes,in a hush voice:Have.A.Good.Day.Maan.
Which translation was simply"Its improper"
She stepped out of car & walked away.So now dis friendly "haal hawal" had became forbidden between them?He threw his head back witg a sigh:there is no turning point for both of us.
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She was wearing simple pistachio colour salwar suit,small white roses printed on boder & its full sleeves.That had been a part of her wardrobe for years,she used to wear it in home in her lazy mood.He'd never told her the dress was one of his favorites,dt her swan neck looked equal tempting wrapped in white dupaata.But than He had not told her millions things.Which all he wanted to say now
Maan:men aur Natasha shadi nhi kr rhe.
She paused between checking files.Handling mug of coffee & stack of papers in same time with such grace was an impossible task.But than his Wife had some 'God Knows' ability to do Impossible things.Keeping da papers aside she finally inquired after a long silence:So you are planning for Extra Marital Affair?
People are right..Poison can be sweet.Death can be beautiful.Just like her honey voice has da ability to stab his heart.
The words truly hurt him.Losing all control of direction of conversation he snapped:I am not sleeping with anyone..aur naa hi mera aesa koi irada hai.
In response of his fierce gaze & roaring tone she didnt flinched,just her delicate fingers tightened da grip around da cup.
She stared him for a moment & dn placed da mug down.
Showing anger to ur wife is bad idea,specially when u want to confess ur love to her.
She rosed & her hands reached to her hairs,wrapping dm in a lose bun:Its quite late..We will discuss da project tomorrow morning.
Dismissing him she was about to walk away when he got up & spoke up:Mein tumhe nhi chod skta Geet.
Her hands frozed,leaving her silky hairs like a beautiful waterfall.She turned,her lovely kohl eyes wide.
There was only two sounds..one of da "tick tock" & da other his fierce "dhak dhak"
Her lovely lovely eyes winded,fixed on him,demanding continution,demanding explanation.
While he proceesed da words in mind"men tumse pyar krta hun..pta nhi kbse.haan mene kaha tha Natasha se pyar krta tha..pr aesa nhi tha,aesa mujhe lga tha..ab mujhe pta chla hai galt lga tha..to men tumhe kese chod skta hun?..tum bhi mujhe nhi chod skti..jb mujhe otne saal galt lga to obviously tumhe bhi galt hi lg rha hoga..tum bhi apne past ko bhool jao please...Horrible!Isnt it?
So his lips remain pressed together,da fear of losing her trust,her friendship strike him hardly.Will he able to survive disgust or hatness in his favourite solace..her eyes?
His shoulders slumped down & when she looked away from her her desperate tone forced him to look again:Maan?
He ran his fingers in his hairs,his throat so dry:men..men keh rha tha
Geet:Kya keh rhe the?
He looked at her,dy were standing so close but suddenly he was feeling great distance between them.
Think..Think..Think...
Maan:agr tum pregnent hogai to men ...men delivery tk tumhe akele nhi chod skta.I know tumhe meri koi zrurt nhi hai,pr ye mera right hai bche pr,responsibilty hai,to tb tk bear wid me.
She whispered:thank you.thanks for everything.
Was it disappointment in her eyes?Was it pain in her tone?
She turned & walked away while he rooted in weight of her "thanks".
Loving your Wife is such a terrible thing!
Precap:Will post da promo.soon.
Sorry fr disapointmnt..dis chpter was necessary.Next updt will be full of Romance.
Misss u all so much
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