Seekho Na
OS | 25
The silver jubilee OS for my two very special October Birthday girls... Jaya & Mahi
It's kind of continuation of OS#23: Acchi Lagti Ho...except that the Punjabi background is now changed to Punjabi-Bengali Background
Seekho na naino ki bhasha piya
Keh rahi tumse yeh khamoshiyaan
Seekho na lab to na kholungi mein
Samjho dil ki boli
She entered their room holding a bile of washed clothes in her hands that she just took off from the drying wires in the veranda and put them on the bed. Beside on the bed, was lazily laying her Husband of 7 years, wearing a white kurta pajama, taking full advantage of his weekend by indulging himself with small pleasures i.e reading newspaper and listening to soft slow old music in the background.
She sighed. How she just hopes to have a weekend in her life too.
Taking her place on the bed, she started to fold the clothes neatly before making a pile of folded ones on the other side.
It was just 12pm. The sun was shining at its peak outside, making people burn with its heat. She herself was a victim of it as from head to toe, her body was full of sweat.
Ignorant to her existence around, Maan was still busy in reading the current affairs gossip that was automatically making her frown inside.
"Maan..."
"Hmmm..." He gave a distracted sound.
"Kia hum aj sham kahin bahir ja sakte hain...Main ghar main reh reh k thak gaye hoon" (Can we go out somewhere today. I am getting tired by sitting in home)
Complaining, she gave him a look with a pout.
In response, Maan chuckled and looked at her for the 2nd time in the day. Wearing a baby pink and white crisp cotton sari, she was looking a home beauty. Her ears were bare while the neck was adored with her mangalsutra and a plain gold chain. A big pink bindi was placed in between her brows while her long eyes were filled with kohl and hope. Her hairs were rolled and tied up in a hair catcher, leaving her deep cut back bare for his view.
"Geet...tum ghar main kab hoti ho...Jab bhi call karo ghar pe, Paanch main se teen bar mujhe yehi sun-ne ko milta hai k Papa, Mumma tau grocery pe gayein hain...Bahu neighbour k haan gaye hai...Bhabhi, Maa ko lay k doctor pe gayein hain..." (Geet when are you at home,Out of five...Three times whenever i call, I only get to hear this, that dad Mom has gone for groceries, bahu has gone to the neighbour's house or bhabhi has taken mom to the doctor)
He teased repeating the dialogues; he used to hear by his son, mother or sis but his teasing only dampened all her spirits and make her angry.
While he waited for a response, she kept quiet, feeling unknown kind of depressed by her life. She wasn't an unthankful person. God knows! She loves it. She loves her and most importantly the family, she had created with him but the monotonous life has started to get over her. Living in the same house, even living in the same room doesn't give them much privacy.
"Geet..." He called her but she ignored him and sampling his clothes out from the bundle, get up to put it in the cupboard and all the while just murmured to herself.
"Haan abh meri kia parwah hogi...jaisa kaam har biwi ko karna hota hai wo tau ho hi raha hai na ... Maa ka khayal rakho, behen k nakhre uthao...betay ko palo...Inh ki marzi k khanay banao...ghar ko saaf rakho...bus yehi kaam tau hai mera...or kia matlab hoga mujhse...Maid cum biwi tau milli howi hai" (Yes...Why will he care now...The things a wife has to do for her husband, are going on without a hitch...Taking care of his mother...Raising up his son...cooking dishes of his choice...bearing mood swings of his sister cleaning up the whole house...That's all I have to do...For what else he would need me...He is having a wife cum maid all the time)
An angry tear rolled down her face but she wiped it away before second one traced her soft cheek.
Worried by her silence, Maan got up and moved towards her but before he could say something, she turned and holding the other stack of clothes belonged to Tej, their son, left the room.
Seekho na naino ki bhasha piya
Keh rahi tumse yeh khamoshiyaan
Seekho na lab to na kholungi mein
Samjho dil ki boli
Seekho na naino ki bhasha piya
Maan was worried now. What is going on in her mind was a question constantly bugging him. He waited for her but when she didn't return back in an hour, he went out in her search.
The pressure cooker, placed on stove, started to whistle and that made Maan steps move towards the kitchen in hope to find her their but all he found was his mother, taking out water from the fridge.
"Maa...App ne Geet ko dekha?" (Maa...have you seen Geet?)
"Haan...wo tau bus abhi handi charha k Tej ko parhanay gaye hai...Koi project milla hai usay school say tau bus ussi main help kar rahi hai" (Yes, She just went to teach Tej after putting the food to cook on stove...School has given him some project...so she is just helping him out)
He turned his face and looked at the open door of Tej room to see both mother and son looking down intently at something.
He went towards them and stood at the door to admire the two shining stars of his life.
"Mama...Aise nahi...isko yahan jorna hai" (Mama...Not like this...this has to be glued here)
Tej was telling her.
Maan eyes flickered towards her.
Biting her lower lip in deep concentration, she applied the glue on the correct place and with the help of Tej was done with his project.
"Hoo gaya..." (Done)
Tej screamed in victory and kissed his mother in love after throwing his little arms around her neck. A small faint smile graced her lips for the first time in the morning and she kissed him back.
"Chalo abhi Maths ki book nikalo...Uska homework bhi aj hi kar lo...Phir kal hum park main jayein gay" (Now, Take out your maths book... do its homework today itself... Then we will go to the park tomorrow)
Geet prompted him and he was more than willing to abide by her. Going out to the park was too much of temptation to look forward too.
And Maan realised how much he was lacking in providing small happy memories to his son and most importantly, how ignorant Geet must be feeling in between all of it.
His company has taken up a huge construction contract and as a site engineer; he has to provide 100% of his attention towards the task. Whole day briefing his subordinates and at the end of the day, updating his seniors about the work was taking most of his time. After he leaves at 8 in the morning, he would return at 9 in the night and would only have enough strength for a small discussion over the dining table. As soon as he would touch the bed, his tired limbs would make him fast asleep. In the past two month, he had hardly gotten any time to talk to her in depth, leave touching her.
And now, she was feeling dejected by his attitude. She was an understanding person but everything does have its own limit. Is the wish of spending time with your husband too much to ask? They do deserve some alone time, don't they.
He was about to call her outside but was stopped by the nearing voice of his mother.
"Maan...Beta aj tum ghar pe ho tau zara chalo mere saath...Bazar se ghar ka kuch saman lay atay hain warna Geet ko har do din baad bahir k chakar laganay parte hain itni garmi main..." (Maan...Beta as you are home today so just come with me...I need to go to market to buy few things for home...Otherwise Geet had to go repeatedly to fetch them that too in this hot weather)
Geet's eyes then moved up to acknowledge Maan standing on the door and his wary eyes telling her that he was standing from some time now.
"Maa...Wo tau theek hai par appki tabiyat abhi theek kahan hai...App araam karo...main...main Geet ko lay k chala jata hoon...usay tau sab patah hai na k kaun si cheez kitni chahiye..." (Maa...That's alright but you still haven't recovered from your last illness...I...I...I will take Geet with myself...She also knew what, how much is needed)
Maan made an excuse and that alerted Geet's ears. Has he understood? Her heart started to beat a bit fast.
"Beta, wo abhi Tej ko parha rahi hai or main tau ye karne say rahi...or waise bhi abhi hi tau wo ghar ka kaam kar k bethi hai... usay tu araam karne day...Main chalti hoon na" (Son, she is teaching Tej right now that I can't do... anyways she just sat after finishing the house chores.. let her take rest. I will come with you na)
As his mother said this, he was defenceless.
His eyes met that of Geet who quickly looked away at Tej's notebook, placed infront. She knew he was making an excuse to go out with her but her sweet mother in law in order to bring some relief in Geet's life was unknowingly, becoming a hurdle.
Sad by her aloof behaviour, Maan looked at his mother and nodded. "Ok chalo..." (OK...let's go)
"Haan main list lay ati hoon...Geet beta...kitchen main pressure cooker ki seeti bajna shuru ho gaye hai...bus or 5 minute main choolha band kar dayna..haan" (Yes let me get the list...Geet Beta...The cooker has started to whistle...Just put it off in another 5 minutes)
Geet nodded at her mother-in-law with a small smile.
While Maan's mother went to get the list, 5 year old Tej too left the room for a moment. Taking up the chance, Maan went to Geet and before she could move away, held her hand to stop.
"I am so sorry Geet..." And she closed her eyes for the moment to sink in.
"I know...mujhe patah hai k hamari life aj kal bohut robotic ho gaye hai...Pichle aik mah se main tumhain waqt nahi day paa raha hoon...but believe me, main aisa bilkul nahi chahta...Main bhi tumhare sparsh ko, tumhare mere ehsaas ko miss kar raha hoon." ( I know our lives have turned a kind of robotic... from last one month i haven't been able to give you any time.. but believe me.. even i don't want this.. even i am missing your touch your presence)
Her eyes welled up to hear him say this before she looked in his eyes to see her emotions reflecting back.
"Maan...Main bus appke saath..." (Maan...With you, I just want to...)
But her voice was cut by a chirpy Tej who entered the room. Maan Geet quickly jumped apart and diverted their eyes to their son.
"Daddy...app dadi k saath bahir ja rahay ho tau mere liye aik new note book or ye wali story book bhi lay ana" (Daddy...as you are going out with Dadi...so please bring a new note book and this story book for me)
He said giving Maan a chit on which an adventurous kids book name was written.
"Ye book app nay kahan dekhi" (Where you saw this book?)
Maan questioned while bending down on his toes to get level of 5 years old Tej height.
"Mere class fellow k pass hai...Mujhe acchi lagi tau maine name copy kar liya" (My classfellow has it...I liked it so I copied down its name)
Tej replied with a toothy grin.
Maan smiled at his intelligent kid and ruffled his hairs before getting up.
"Ok...Main zaroor lay aoon ga...abhi app apna homework poora karo" (Ok...I will surly bring it...Now, complete your homework)
He promised to see Tej smiling widely.
"Maan beta...chalain" (Maan beta...Should we move?)
His mother came the next moment, and giving a lingering look to Geet, he nodded and left the room.
Sunna seekho, tum hawa ko
Sananana san Sanana San kehti hai kya
Padna seekho, Silvaton ko
Maathe pe yeh balkhaa kee
Likhti yeh kya
Tired due to all the shopping spree with his mother, he promised himself to never accompany her in it. God knows what kind of high stamina Geet had to cope up with all this fuss of his home without any complaint. He had to admire her there.
When he entered the room, he found her standing in the same terrace which has witnessed many of the romantic mornings before their marriage and many passionate eyelocks, after it. A cup of tea was trapped between the zigzags of her long delicate fingers. Her hairs were open, indicating that she just took a shower and few strands were moving due to soft breeze. She has changed into a red and black polka cotton sari. The deep U cut of the blouse from back was showing up her milky skin.
He wanted to touch her and he had to do it now.
From last one month, he had to literally keep his eyes away from her. Looking all glorious even in the simple attire like kurta pajama would put him in misery of a hard arousal but due to the project and his work pressure, he hardly had any weekends off to spend with her but now, as he finally had this weekend all to himself, he was planning to take full advantage of it.
Taking up the package, he had bought for her, he went near her and slightly brushed the back of his fingers against her spine perfectly knowing how sensitive of a part it is and the next moment she jumped with a small cry, making the cup fall down from her hand, but fortunately, it was saved from broken into pieces.
Her beautiful eyes widened with shock but his eyes passionate were fixed on the big black bindi that was placed exactly between her brows and was seemed to hypnotise him.
Oh God! How he loves his Bengali Beauty.
"Aise koi darata hai?" (Do someone scared other like this?)
She complained and bends to pick up the cup to find the evident line of crack in it.
When she got up, all of her hairs fell on the one side of her shoulder, making her look sexier.
"Dekho...ye bhi toot gaya...Aj ka din hi kharab hai" (See...Now even this is broken...This day itself is bad)
But before she could move to throw away the cracked cup, he held her hand and placed the package in it.
Surprized now, she looked up at him with a questioning nod.
"Ye kia hai"
"Khol k dekh lo..." (Open it up)
The prompt reply came from his side as his lips curled into a heart-warming smile.
Curiously, she opened the wrapped package to found threaded Juhaymoor flowers. Smiling, she looked up to see his eyes darken.
"Ye phool aj..." (These flowers...today)
But cutting her, he held her hand in his and rubbed it seductively, making rough patterns with his thumb.
"Kyun? pehle bhi tau lata hi tha na..." (Why so surprised? I used to bring them before too)
He spoke huskily, bending forward and blowing air on the side of her pal face, making her blush before turning serious.
"Geet...Pehle mujhe waqt nahi mill raha tha in sab k liye...tumhari choti choti khawaishain poori karne k liye...Par tum janti ho, samjhti ho...K ye Job hamari financial stability k liye kitni important hai...haina" (Geet earlier i wasn't getting time for all this... to fullfill your small tiny wishes.. But you know... you understand... that how much this job is important for our financial stability...Right?) And she nodded in response...
He smiled at her solemn face and then grinned after a moment. Holding her hand, he brought her into the room and after making sure that the curtains were at their place, made her stand in front of the mirror while he hugged her bare waist from the back, making her shiver
"Abh laya hoon tau laga k bhi dekhaoo na..." (Now as I brought them, why don't you show me how they look on you)
His tone was heavy with passion. His eyes were dark. His chin was placed on her shoulder before he turned his face and kissed her earlobe, making her gasp. He smiled against her skin as from under his lashes, he noticed her expressions in the mirror.
Eyes closed, body shivering anticipating a well known pleasure that he could brought. Her lips bit under her teeth. Her fingers curled up in a tight fist.
He nuzzled her neck more, taking and giving pleasure to her at the same time. Touching her in this way after a whole month was making her body turn on fire.
His fingers made circle of her waist, making her sigh before they move towards her hand and entwined her fingers with his. The flowers fell from her hand and dropped at the side of the dressing.
"I missed you..." He whispered trailing few kisses on her neck moving towards her bare back, making her moan.
"Maan..."
"Hmmm..." She felt her unpinned sari's pallu felling from her shoulder that in return, gave move room for his wandering hands to explore.
With each passing minute, she was feeling weaker on her toes. She needed support that she got by putting her hand on the wooden dressing table infront.
Maan was nowhere near to stop right now. His lips were seeking the hidden points of her body that were so known to him. He trailed the lower back softly with his nail, making her moan in pain and pleasure.
Next he unhooked her blouse, leaving her back totally barrier free for himself when she realised the time.
"Maan...abhi nahi...Mujhe...Mmm" (Maan...Not now...I...Mmm)
She tried to mutter while her body responded to his touches and bites in a totally opposite manner.
"Abhi...Yahin..." (Now...Right here)
Maan whispered against her skin before getting up and turning her around.
Losing her support, she fumbled on her steps before he made her steady by pushing her against the mirror of the dressing and held her hands against the wooden board. Her eyes were now matching the look, she was seeing in his. He eyed her bare shoulders which were now in view after the blouse was moved away from it and that turn on him more.
"Maine bhi in paloon ka intezar kia hai...Abh or nahi..." (I too waited for these moments...Now no more)
Making her hips get settled on the ply of dressing, he bend down a bit, after making place in between her legs and claimed the soft petals of her lips.
She was taken by surprise by the sudden actions but the feel of his, made her forget everything. He chewed on her lower lip, tasting the sweetness of her mouth before doing the same torture to the upper one. She too was coming out to be an active participant and kissed him back with equal feverish need. His tongue stroked her lips, leaving a tantalizing feeling with her.
She wanted to hold him, wanted to run her hands on his broad shoulders, wanted to feel her fingers lost in between the thick black hairs of his, wanted to dig her nails in his strong back in order to claim him. She does know how that make him more senseless and crazy but he kept his hold firm on her wrists.
In trying to break free, she tried to pull her hands but when he doesn't seem to relent, with a deep groan, she turned her face away, breaking the kiss.
"Geet..." His tone was warn full. His eyes were agonized. Leaving her arms, his hands made way into her hairs and pulled them a bit harshly, making her face turn towards him but before, he could taste her plump lips once again, they heard a knock on the door.
"Maan...Geet...Aa jao beta...Main khana laga rahi hoon" (Maan...Geet...Come on beta...I am setting up the table for dinner)
His mother voice boomed in their ears that broke the hazy trance of their passion.
Between both of them, he was the first one who got his voice back.
"Aa rahay hain Maa" (Coming Maa) He replied but his chocolaty gaze was locked with hers. Moving forward, he pressed a quick peck on her lips and traced its plumpness with his thumb.
"Aj raat...yahin se shuru karain gay" (Tonight...we will start from right here)
He said with a cheeky grin, making her face flushed with embracement before he helped her get up and turning her around, hooked her falling off the shoulder blouse in its place.
On the dining table, while Geet served the food to everyone making sure that everything needed is present, Shefali, her only sister in law, noticed Juhaymorr flowered thread wrapping around her's carelessly made hair bun. Her brother was passing hopeless glances her bhabhi's way only to receive silent smacks in return.
She giggled into her food. Savita, her mother when raised her head with a questioning gaze, Shefali could only motioned through her eyes towards the duo that were busy in a toneless arguments of eyes.
Savita smiled seeing her son and daughter in law so happily and in love even after the 7 years of their marriage. She was the,one who noticed Geet!s dull eyes in the past weeks knowing perfectly that she was missing Maan's presence beside herself. It was a long time when she last saw them fighting over silly things but now seeing them being back to their usual banter, she couldn't thank God more than this.
"Geet...Tum beth kyun nahi jati beta...Sab kuch tau hai yahan" (Geet... why don't you sit beta!.. Everything is already here)
Geet quickly averted her gaze from Maan who was now looking at her with a cute pout and took her seat beside him on Savita's call.
But all through the dinner, Maan didn't leave a chance to tease her from under the table. She would flinch, would get tickled as his hands would traced the sides of her thighs and waist but she had to keep her face straight. Somewhere they were reliving the old days of their newly wedded period.
Geet would look at him with hidden eyes and he would response with equal fever. Hids eyes were promising a pleasure so divine, so pure, so deep that she shuddered just at the imagination.
The trance was broken by Shefali's honey coated voice.
"Hmm...Bhabhi...Aj kitchen ko app dekh lo gay Please...Mujhe thora parhna as kal Massi nay apnay ghar invite kia hai hum sabko tau phir main parh nahi paoon gi...Please bhabhi" (Hmm... Bhabhi.. can you please look at the kitchen cleaning stuff today... i need to study a bit as tomorrow Massi has invited all of us at her place so i won't get time to study then... Please Bhabhi)
Shefali pleaded. And that instantly dampened his mood and her's too.
They looked at each other before Savita spoke up.
"Haan main tau batana bhool hi gaye...Kal Rakhi nay khanay pe bulaya tha...Kitna waqt ho gaya saath bethay...or wo Tej ko bhi bara yaad kar rahi thi..." (Ahh yes! i forgot to tell this... Tomorrow Rakhi has invited all of us at her place... Its been long we all sat togather... and she was even missing Tej very much...)
Savita gave the piec of information and ruffled Tej's hair in love.
"Dadi..." Tej whinned and corrected his hairs, making everyone laugh.
"Par Maa...Main shayad nahi ja paoon...Aj hi office se phone aaya tha...Kal dopahar main mujhe office jana hoga...kuch kaam hai " (But Maa.. i don't think i'll be able to make it... i just got a call... I have a meeting tomorrow noon.. i need to go to office, i have work!)
And in reply he only got to hear "Ohhh" of his mother and Sister while Geet looked at him with a pouty sad look.
In reply, Maan's hand just pressed her's under the table in silent assurance and they completed the rest of the dinner in silence while Tej and Shefali were talking non-stop.
Aahaton ki hai apni zubaan
In mein bhi hai ek daastan
Aahaton ki hai apni zubaan
In mein bhi hai ek daastan
Jao, jao, jao, jao, jao piya
After being done with the dinner, all helped her in cleaning up the table. When Shefali was off to her studies and Savita to her bed, Maan silently made his way into the kitchen and found her standing infront of the sink, applying soap on the dishes.
He smiled his favourite way and snaked his arms around her waist. She almost jumped in surprised but relaxed to hear his chuckle.
"Maan" She whined but none the less leaned herself back into his warm chest.
"Hmmm..." He settled his face in her neck, tracing the side bone with the tip on his nose. The plate in Geet's hand was about to slip due to his actions but was thankfully saved.
"Maan...Please..." Her voice turned husky as his thumbs made random circles on her belly button.
"jao na yahan se...Koi bhi aa sakta hai" (Go from here... Anyone can walk in)
She tried to push him away but was only pulled closed by his hands.
"Hmmm...Likin tum jaldi ana room main...Main intezar kar raha hoon" (Hmmm... But you come soon... i am waiting inside)
He whispered and kissing her now reddened cheek, he left for their room with a wide smile.
Geet's hands were messing up with things due to hurry that created lots of noise. Where Geet cursed herself for creating the mess, Maan was hearing all that and was smiling broadly while biting his lips.
How this night will turn out? He thought and scratched his stubble.
Come soon.
He wished and fell back on his bed, taking a deep sigh.
But again like earlier in the day, she didn't come to the room for more than an hour.
"Abh itnay bhi bartan nahi thay yaar" (Tch!! There weren't much dishes yaar)
He was getting irritated now and got up.
"Abh agar na aye tau utha k lay aoon ga...Chahy phir Maa dekhay yaan Shefali" (If she took more time i am gona carry her here by myself.. doesnt matter if Maa watches or Shefali)
Promising himself, he went out and only found her in Tej's room, laying on his bed and patting him to sleep.
"Geet" He called her in an exasperated tone and shook his hands in the air.
Tej, who still wasn't off to a deep sleep, peeked through his lashes at his Daddy and spoke in a raspy tone, cuddling more closely to the warmth of his mother.
"Daddy...Mama aj mere saath so jaye? Mujhe darr lag raha hai" (Daddy... Can Mama sleep with me tonight?? I am feeling scared)
His tone and his grip on Geet's saree pallu was truly showing how scared he was and so, Maan didn't have anything more to say or argue about.
"Ok...Mama Tej k pass sou sakti hai...Par ye zyada accha nahi k Tej mama or Daddy dono k saath un k room main soye?" (Ok... Mama can sleep with Tej... But won't it be better that Tej sleep with both Mama and Daddy in their room?)
Maan rounded the bed slowly and bend to caress the small curls of his hairs.
"Hmm..." Tej thought and after giving a looking to his mother, rose up his hands in the air to let his father hold him up.
Maan obliged and took him up to his room in the protection of his arms and after correcting the bed, Geet followed the duo, regretting to let down her husband.
Sonetimes, it's so tough to be a mother & a wife. You can't make one get prioritise on other.
Maan settled him on bed and put the quilt over his small body.
Their Miracle. Their creation of love.
Feeling so overwhelmed, Maan bend and kissed his hairs while Tej quickly slipped into his sleep
Geet went off to change into a half sleeves cotton gown se usually wears at night.
As soon as Geet was out, Maan took hold of her hand and keeping his finger on his lips, hushing, took her out on the terrace.
Seekho na naino ki bhasha piya
Keh rahi tumse yeh khamoshiyaan
Seekho na piya lab to na kholungi mein
Samjho dil ki boli
Seekho na naino ki bhasha piya
"Maan"
Taking a deep breath, he turned around and pinned her to the dark corner of the wall. His hot breath fell on her face, making her all hot in the span of a moment.
"Shona" He whispered while his fingers were way up busy tucking her open hairs behind the ears.
Oh how he wished to lose his fingers in the depth of these tresses. How he would have just loved to dip his face into the warmth and fragrance of that thick dark valley of her hairs.
"Ammi tomar obhav onubhav korachhi" (I missed you) He said and kissed her nose, followed by one on her cheek and then other.
Geet's one hand slowly moved up onto his broad chest and settled straightly on his heart while other held his and brought it to her lips to leave tender moist kiss on it.
He wasn't Bengali and God knew he never heard or knew a word of it, but learned few lines over the years, just for her. He could say less but understand it more. To stay up to her words which she says when they are intimately close, in between her hisses and moans or when she is extremely angry on him and suddenly start to speak up Bengali in her hot temper.
But these lines were the lines of endearment which he loves to use over and over to her.
"Amaka khoma korba" (I am sorry) She said back in the softest of tones and kissed his hand again, making him groan.
"Koi baat nahi...Aj nahi tau na sahi...Kal?" (Not a problem!.. If not today, may be tomorrow?)
He looked suggestively at her, making her smile and frown at the same time.
"Par...Aapne Maa se kaha...Aapka office...?" (But... You told Maa.. Your Office??)
She said only to get stopped by an impatient kiss he left on her lips.
"Wo tau bus aik bahana tha...Tumhare aaath waqt jo bitana tha" (That was just an excuse to spend some sweet time with you)
He winked and chuckled to see her still stunned and dazed face.
With the back of his fingers, he caresses the softness of her cheeks and lips.
"Kal...Na main kahin jaoon ga...na tumhain kahin janay doon ga...Massi k ghar na janay ka kia bahana banana hai...wo tum soch lo...Par tum kal, kahin nahi jao gi" (Tomorrow... Neither i am going anywhere nor I am allowing you to go... You think for an excuse to avoid going at Massi's place but you are not going anywhere tomorrow)
He said with a tone of finality.
"Hmm..." She circled her arms around his neck, taking up the challenge, his tone was referring.
"Or hum kal karain gay kia..." (And what will we do tomorrow??)
She asked with a teasy grin, enjoying the easy comfort in the arms of her husband.
He too got a bit more cosy and now had her seriously plastered in between his chest and the wall. Her chest rose up in a harsh breath, feeling too excited to be so close to him after the distance of months.
"Kal kia karain gay...ye hum kal sochain gay...Par kal tum kahin nahi ja rahi...is ka faisla aj or abhi, issi samay hoga" (well.. that we will decide tomorrow... but you are not going anywhere tomorrow and this decision is taken right now, right this moment)
His smirk was damn sexy as he spoke.
And his effect was so what he expected. All blushed and bothered.
"Hmmm...Par abhi agar hum yahan sa nahi gaye...tau koi na koi humain zaroor dekh lay ga" (Hmmm... But if we didn't leave right now.. then someone will surely see us)
He would have start to argue and keep her secured at her position, if that watchman wouldn't have stroke his stick on some side stand bikes, only to say "Jagte rahoo" (Stay Awake)
Maan jumped back and Geet giggled to see his face. He groaned but none the less, smiled seeing her giggling.
"Oye hoyee..." He remarked one of his favourite words that means "You are beautiful" for her.
"Chalo...Kuch dair yaheen bethte hain...Ye watchman kia...koi bhi nahi dekh sakay ga" (Lets sit here for a while.. not just this watchman, no one will be able to se us)
He settled down at the clean corner of the terrace and pulled her into his lap.
On snuggling close to him, she hide his face into his warm chest and they start to speak in an almost inaudible tone to each other. His fingers kept of touching her, while her's were fisted into his shirt.
The wind was blowing smoothly at the night of these hot summers. The sky was clear. The perfect companion was there. What someone needed other than this to forget the worries of the world?
Thaire paani, jaisa lamha
Chedo na ise hil jaayengi gehraayiyaan
Thamki saanson, ke sheher mein
Dekho to zara bolti hain kya parchaaiyaan
While sitting on sofa, she waved bye to her mother in law, sister in law and son as they left for the mausi's house. Maan was already out in his car so he could drop them off.
He lied that he will go to office from there while she made an excuse of having a cramp in her leg. To make that more obvious, Maan had wrapped up cloth on her foot explaining to his mother that how Geet started to get swelling out there.
"Beta, hum jana cancel kar detay hain...Main Rakhi ko phone karti hoon" (Beta, We can cancel this plan... I'll call Rakhi)
Savita volunteered to stay back home and take care of Geet but Maan forced.
"Maa...Abh Maasi nay itnay pyar se bulaya hai...Aaisay last moment pe mana karna accha nahi lagta...App jao...Main office ka kaam khatam kar k jaldi anay ki koshish karoon ga...and Geet tum, zyada chalne phirne ki zaroorat nahi...samjhi" (Maa... It will hurt maasi, cancelling everything at the last moment... she had invited with so much love, you should go... I'll try to be back as soon as possible to take care of her and Geet! You avoid walking at all okay??)
He faked seriousness infront of his mother but when he turned to warn her, he winked, making it hard for her to hold back the giggle who was threating to come out.
As everyone left, Geet rushed towards her room and took hold of the sari that Maan had earlier taken out for her to wear...it was a green colored one with a gold border. It was the one he gifted her on their last wedding anniversary.
She took a nice warm bath, wrapped the sari against her luscious curves, applied a little make up while thinking of him. She just wanted to be the way he likes her.
A big green bindi adored her forehead. Her mangalsutra was there in her neck along with her normal thin gold chain. She wore one of her small gold earrings in her ears, bangles in her hands and gave finality to her dress up with a pair of short heel golden pair of shoes.
Soon he was back. The horn was heard and she was on her toes to run to the door and greet him.
On seeing him, her feet halted and shyness took over her body on seeing his first stunned and then, dark full of desired eyes.
"Oye hoye..." he whispered and went ahead with slow steps. Her cheeks got colored into the brightest of red as he rounded her slowly, taking view from all sides and then finally stop only to pull her close in his arms.
She averted her face to the other side and he enjoyed the hesitancy. 7 years later, she still behaves like a newly wedded wife.
Somethings always stay fresh. And she was one of them.
"Shona...Agar tum mere samne aisay hi raho gi tau dont you think...hamare bahir janay ka plan cancel ho jana chahiye...Bahir janay say accha...main tumhain sara din aisay hi dekhta rahon..." (Shona.. if u will look like this, don't u think we should cancel our outing?? i'll better keep looking at u all day long like this..)
Feeling his naughtiness, she hardly control her smile and pushed his chest with her small palms.
"G nahi...Koi ghar pe nahi beth raha...Hum bahir ja rahay hain...Jaisa appne promise kia tha" (Nope.. Nobody is staying at home... we are going out as per your promise)
And she was adamant that even his cute pout wasn't having an effect on her.
He knew, she not only demands him physically. But she had missed just his presence too.
So he just backed away but none the less, held her hand and moved towards the door to start with a day, that belongs to them and just them.
Being in Mumbai helped them indulge get into small pleasure like a ride in a boat over the huge sea. Eating out spicy stuff from the small stalls arranged on the boundary of the shore, splashing water over each other with heart-warming giggles, walking side by side, bare foot on to the damn cushion of sand. After being done with all of this in next three hours, he settled down and pulled her down too on the dry sand.
The end of his pants were rolled up to his knees and so were the cuffs till the elbows. A smile was plastered to his soft plump lips.
She pulled up her knees and settled her face onto it while giving an appreciative look to her husband. A warm pool of desire was bubbling up in her body, making her smile out wide but she held it back, biting the lower with her teeth.
As if knowing her all too well, he looked at her with a teasing glance and spoke.
"Maza aya? Yaan abhi kuch baqi hai..." (Happy?? had fun or something is still remaining...)
He asked eying her almost bare back which was visible to him due to her leaning forward.
She teased him back with equal naughtiness. "Baaqi tau hai?" (Ofcourse something is remaining)
He narrowed his eyes in questioning as her bangles filled hand moved and entwined her fingers with his.
"Mujhse kal kissi nay kuch wada kia tha" (Somebody promised me something yesterday)
She looked straight into his eyes while he still couldn't understand her words.
"Kia wada?" (What promise?)
And his questioned was replied by a soft kiss that she leave on his part of their entwined hands.
"Kuch kahin say shuru karne ka" (Something was left in between... anddd it was bound to be resumed)
His eyes instantly darkened as her words were registered by his mind. She was a woman of beauty and blush but right now, all he could think of her was in terms of passion.
Getting up on his feet, he didn't bother to clean up the sand from his clothes and put forward his hand to help her get up.
In trance by the desire, depicted on her face, she felt hypnotized and moved wherever he lead her.
As they drove back home in silence, he got to know how painful a journey could be but holding onto her hand was a bit of relief to his hard self.
Kehne ko abh baaki hai kya
Aankhon ne sab keh to diya
Kehne ko abh baaki hai kya
Aankhon ne sab keh to diya
Haan, jao, jao, jao, jao, jao piya
As soon they were in premises of their warm abode, he bolted up the door while she didn't take a moment to land herself on him.
She hugged him from behind, pressing him against the door, making her hands take their place on his chest. Her mouth move up, tracing the dip of strong spine with her lips till they finally found his weak point on his nape.
He growled but nonetheless, didn't dare to stop her. She rarely let her desired self come up on surface and God knows how much he loved it when she takes the initiative.
She licked the spot between his neck and shoulder before moving up to tease his earlobe. In the meantime, her hands were already at work to unbutton his shirt.
His hands were plastered onto the door, in order to hold himself. To keep himself stable against her soft self.
"Maan.." Quickly, she moved the shirt away from his shoulder only to leave a nip.
Oh sweet God! He thought and not able to hold back, turned around.
The sand stick dresses where quickly removed away from their body. He pulled out the pin that was keep her hairs bind up into a bun. The long tresses loosely fell down, snaking on her body, making him edgy all the more.
Pushing her back on the bed in her natural state, he followed her down, covering her fragile body with his broad one.
The touched, the kissed, the explored all the well-known territories with a new passion, hoping to find something new, unexplored and precious.
She moaned under him as their bodies joined and rocked onto the oldest rhythm of world. When they shattered in each other arms like glass, only then they were able to get a hold on their frenzied state.
"Shona" He whispered against her still burning and sweaty skin, making her only curled onto himself.
They stayed like that before Maan, with the help of his toe, he pulled up the sheet placed on the edge of the bed and covered themselves up.
She was fast asleep into his chest while he kept on caressing her jaw, her smile, her spine, her hips with a feather light touch.
Hours later, she was woken up by hearing the sounds outside. Savita, Shefali and Tej were back from Massi's house. Maan wasn't beside her so she knew, he was the one who got up and opened the door for them.
Shying at her state of undress, she was only thankful that on one marched into her room like usual. Guess, it was Maan's doing too.
She wrapped the sheet around herself and got up, only to find a note stick to the dressing's mirror.
"Shona,
Please wear that Pink sari that I have placed on the bed.
And don't forget to wrap your right foot with bandage. Apparently, you are still having the twist to which I want to bring relief tonight ;) My way"
A wink made at the end instantly made her giggle.
"DUSHTU... "(Naughty Man) She called him and blushing, left for the washroom humming her favourite song by Shubha Mudgal
Seekho na naino ki bhasha piya
Keh rahi tumse yeh khamoshiyaan
Seekho na piya lab to na kholungi mein
Samjho dil ki boli
Seekho na naino ki bhasha piya
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(In between the routine tough life and especially while staying in between a joint family, Husbands need to take out, snatch out few moments for the one person whose whole world revolved around them, just so to make her feel wanted, needed, loved)
~Credits~
English Translation: Sameera, Farwa and Sneha
Bengali Translation: Rimpi and Sneha
Song Selection: Jaya
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