The door of the bathroom clicked open and emerged out a fresh Sona, looking beautiful as ever. The knot of her knee length white bathrobe tied firmly around her abdomen, and with her hair dripping wet, she looked scintillating. Her fresh fruity tangy fragrance oozing from around her and making its way to the nostrils of the person laying on the bed, making it much difficult for the person to fake the act of sleep that he had been doing since the moment he had heard the door knob click. Pushing back the mass of her long waist length locks, Sona caught hold of the moisturiser bottle and squeezing out some on her palm, she rubbed it all over her arms, legs and neck as per her daily routine. Keeping the bottle she turned towards the bed only to find Dev still sleeping. Shaking her head at her unbelievable hubby, she walked up to the bed to wake him up from his so called slumber.
Yes!! She very much knew about his drama!!
After 10 months into a blissful marriage with him, she has gotten used to it. She knew he loved to be woken up by her. He had himself confessed once after a few days of their wedding, that morning seems more refreshing to him if she woke him up with her sweet kisses and caresses.
"Dev... Dev jaago na...Eta Ekhaana Sakala (It's morning already)..." she mumbled shaking him from his shoulders, in her bengali accent which he so loved to hear from her lips, as she clambered up the bed.
"Sona.. 5 baj rahe hai... sone do na... We've had hardly slept last night... aao tum bhi so jao..." he uttered in that sexy groggy voice of his as he turned about from his prone position and pulling her onto his chest with a thud, clasped his arms around her.
"Toh maine kaha tha tumhe nahi sone ko... Mr. Dixit it's you who were high on hormones..." she said as a matter of fact, poking his bare shirtless chest with her index finger as she adjusted her body comfortably onto his.
"Mrs. Dixit... weren't you the one who had promised to fulfill any of my demand after I help you in the preparations... and later you were the one who reciprocated like a wild cat...nahi??? See these marks on my shoulder..." He replied coolly with a smirk pushing the wet tendrils of hair away from her face, making her scowl at him.
"Shut up... Nirlojja..." Sona hit him on the chest and splashed her wet hair on his face, earning a chuckle from him. But she couldn't help the heavy blush crept up her neck,as the reminiscences of their last night's passionate, wild yet sweet love making flashed across her eyes. Her cheeks still gone with the afterglow and her body had the faint brand marks of his passion everywhere.
"Oh yeah... that I am...so let me show you now how 'nirlojja' I am..."he mumbled as he pushed the long beautiful locks and reversed their positions all of a sudden and pinned her down on the bed under him. Pressing her wrists on either sides, he buried his face into the tempting crook of her neck without giving her a chance to protest. It didn't take him a minute to attack onto the tender fragrant flesh there. The taste had always been addicting and intoxicating for Dev and there was no stopping now.
Sona flinched at the delicious sweet assault. Her head automatically fell around allowing him to taste her generously. A raspy moan escaped her lips as he nuzzled her throat, inhaling the rosy fragrance the moisturiser left on her skin. Leaving a trail of slobbery kisses from the back of her ears to her collar bone, he groaned aloud at the sweetness of his wife's delicate body.
"I love u Shona..." He gasped as he nibbled onto her smooth soft skin. Sona couldn't help but just moan and sigh in delightful pleasure. She loved him too... like crazy, but in such moments, she always lost her ability to speak. His effect was like that on her. His hold on her arms had loosened and her arms after escaping his hold, went around his neck involuntarily, pulling him more into her. He was about to go further when the hem of her bathrobe broke the intimate contact of his lips and her skin. He roughly pushed it away after loosening the knot of the robe with a swift pull. The touch of his warm lips on her damp cool shoulder was something that brought her back to her senses. Her eyes fluttered open and she pushed him away with a jerk.
"Ki korocho (what are you doing)...late hoyi gachhey (it's getting late)... Durga pooja hai na aaj... so many chores are left to be done... chhodo mujhe..." she cried getting away from him and pulling her robe back on her shoulder.
"Sona... Eta kintu theek na...(Sona... this is not fair...)" he mumbled with a pout as she climbed down the bed and rushed towards the closet. A giggle escaped her lips hearing him speak bengali. He did that often to express his happiness or irritation to her and only her. She loved it when he tried to speak in bengali. God knows he never spoke it or heard much of the language or culture in his entire life but then learnt a few sentences just by hearing her speak. And he loved it when she'd appreciate him when he said something correct. It made him proud like a KG kid who would earn a big "GOOD" remark onto his notebook and it was cute.
"Ami jaani... (I know)" she winked and showed him her tongue in a teasing way as she pulled out the new sparkling off white saree with a rich red brocade border that Dev had chosen and bought her especially for the occasion of Durga pooja. Smiling at him she moved in the dressing room to get ready before ordering him to go and have his shower soon. He smiled at her infectious excitement. Her smiles filled him with a kind of energy that now a day without her, her laughter, her smiles would be terrifying for him to even imagine. He had never known himself to be such a passionate lover. But he was. When it came to her he was passionate, possessive, loving, caring, sweet all rolled into one. He got down the bed after donning his trousers. His eyes found the pure white chicken kurta and dhoti she had taken out for him. They were going to get ready in the traditional bengali style and he couldn't really wait. Catching hold of the towel she had kept beside his clothes, he moved in for a shower.
It was her first Durga Pooja with Dev after marriage and she wanted her favourite festival to be even more special this year. Hence she had been planning and preparing for it since the whole of last fortnight. The pooja, the cleaning and decors, guests, menu, shopping for the idol and other things, every single thing was planned and executed by her.
Everyone in the family, inclusive of Ishwari, Niki, Riya, Neha had been very supportive of her as this was a festival his family was going to celebrate for the first time. It was Durgashtami that day. The most important day of Durga pooja. They all had visited the nearby pandaals and her mother's home too to celebrate the fest on all the other 3 days. But she had planned to celebrate Durgashtami in a grand way at her home with Dev and her family and then Navami and Dashami at her mom's house with his and her family together. They were excited as much and were working out on the preparations with her. But the one she had exhausted the most was HIM!!She had literally sucked the life out of him by asking him to take her shopping in the burning heat one moment and the next she would order him to help her in the decorations and what not. But then the prize for all the hard work was her... something too tempting for him to resist so be had obeyed her all along like a school kid.
Dev moved out of the dressing room decked up in his dhoti kurta only to see his ravishing bengali beauty missing from the room.
'She must be downstairs preparing for pooja...' He thought as he moved towards the dressing to get ready. He was about to place the comb on the table after donning his hair when the door clicked and he saw Sona coming into the room all decked up with a mug of coffee in her hands. The comb might have slipped from his hand if he hadn't kept it down. Holy Mother Of God... how on earth was he blessed to have this stunning angel. He had never had a chance to see her traditional bengali look twice after their wedding. And when he has gotten it, no words were coming get out of his mouth to appreciate her beauty.
"Shona... is that you..." he asked with a sweet lop sided smile. A grin tucked the corner of her lips as he called her that. He would do that when he felt too affectionate towards her. She came forward as she handed him the coffee mug while he was busy giving her a once over. The saree looked way beyond his imaginations on her, tucked in the lovely bengali style, with the palloo falling in the front. Absolutely ravishing. The gold motifs all along the border and saree enhanced the richness of it. The deep neck and almost backless blouse swayed his senses. A pair of beautiful gold jhumkas and gold set was all on her in the name of jewellery. The joora her hair was done in was decorated by a threaded flower strand and her big round red bindi completed the look making her look beatific. He couldn't help but cup her face and kiss her forehead.
"Tomake khoob shoundar lagchhey... (you look beautiful...) " He complimented her again in bengali which made her heart ecstatic. This was what she wanted. To look beautiful for him... just for the look filled with love he gives her way.
"Tum bhi na Dev... Thanks... tum bhi dhoti me bohot achhe lag rahe ho..." she blushed like a newly wed as he pulled her closer. He looked absolutely amazing in the white kurta and dhoti. His bare broad chest peeking out due to the few open buttons of his kurta looked too inviting. And that fragrance of the woodsy aftershave made her want to kiss and taste that silky, clean shaven chiselled jaw.
"Shona.. I think we have been wedded for more than 10 months.. and you still blush... its so amusing..." he chuckled.
"Blush has nothing to do with the number of months or years you have been married for... cholo... apni duty karo ab..." she pulled out of his arms and brought him along in front of the dressing table. Extending the small gold sindoordaani (container of vermillion) she smiled. He too smiled as he pinched out some and tinged her head parting with a long streak of sindoor. Exactly as she loved. She believed wholeheartedly in the saying "The longer the streak of sindoor, the longer and healthier is your husband's life..."
Though a modern educated woman, when it came to her husband, like every wife she too loved him to death. And obviously believed in everything that ensured his safety.
That's was his routine. Other than the few dreadful days, that came by in every few months, when he would be out on some tour, there wasn't a single time after their wedding when she had applied the sindoor in her parting herself. It was his duty to do that daily. He loved the task. It gave him a feeling of owning her and belonging to her. And she loved it because it always felt like the first time to her. The first time when he had filled her maang with sindoor on the wedding had been heavenly. He bent and kissed his Bengali Bala on the lips, conveying he knew what was she thinking about before leaving the room with his coffee. She smiled broadly at his back. He was her Mr. Obhodro... but at times he was her Mr. Mishtidoi whom she would love to eat her way. She shook the naughty thoughts away from her head as she too headed downstairs.
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Sona suddenly felt dizzy for a second as she climbed down the stairs to go into the drawing room after taking the red chunri she needed to decorate the temple. She felt as if everything had blacked out for a fraction of a second before she steadied herself. She caught hold of the railing to help herself and breathed a couple of times.
"Sona... dekho Neha aa gayi..." she heard Dev call her at the arrival of Neha and her newly wedded husband Mihir.
"Aaschi..." she cried rushing towards the door. They welcomed everyone. Sona's parents, dadi, Elena all had visited them. A few of their family friends and Dev's close business associates too were to make presence. Sona had already prepared the mouth watering delicacies for bhog along with Ishwari. Niki and Riya were stuck to her all along amused and excited at the bengali rituals she performed. They loved their bhabhi and bhaiya so much after all. Her special menu had no diet food but spicy bengali cuisines like Aloo posto, Begun Bhaaj, Rohsogolla, Mishti Doi, Chhola Daal, Pooris and much more. It was all Dev's favourite. In the ten months he was used to the taste of her hands and had come to especially love a few bengali dishes by her.
Cleaning and decorating the temple she very affectionately placed the chunar on Durga maa's idol in the temple with Dev. The rest of the family was standing beside her and Dev while she started the pooja. She chanted the Durga mantras and strotas while performing the pooja and the lovely hymns added to the beauty of the spiritual environment of the house. Dev looked at her adoringly as she recited the chants, eyes closed and completely lost in herself. He knew all her prayers were for him as his were for her. After the aarti they all prayed to Maa durga. Sona and Dev both just asked for each other's company for the whole life and lives to come and a happy life together. They also prayed for the well being of their families and wished the best for each other.
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The whole of Bose and Dixit family licked their fingers andd smacked their lips at the delicious taste of the lunch. Each and everything Sona and Ishwari cooked was appreciated by all. Dev looked at her with all the love flowing put of his eyes for his lady love and making sure no one was watching he blew her a kiss as a token of appreciation on her amazing cooking earning a stern Dr. Sonakshi Bose look from her.
"Oho.. aankhon hi aankhon me ishaare ho rahe hai na... bhabhi..." Niki's sharp eyes hadn't missed the exchange and she as usual didn't leave a chance to tease them mercilessly. All giggled at the way Sona cutely lowered her eyes blushing at the comment while Dev too passed a mock angry look to Niki as a crimson colour tinged his face too, all thanks to the embarrassingly teasing comments everyone passed following Niki.
"Are bas bas... bechare mere bachhe...khaamakha pareshaan karti rehti hai Niki tu..." Ishwari came to the rescue of them affectionately making Sona smile. Sona's family couldn't help but marvel at the woman in front and her children. They hadn't taken a second to welcome Sona into their world and now loved her like she had been a part of their family since ages. Bijoy blessed his baby with moist eyes as he saw her all grown up into a lady. Dev nodded his head in a negative as he saw her eyes were filled too and threatened to spill anytime. When it came to her family or the people she loved, she was a mushy bundle of emotions. And the stress of plannings of pooja was maybe adding to the mood swings. Dev immediately rushed to her side and entwining his fingers with hers, pressed her hand, winking that he understood. She couldn't help smile lovingly at him. He understood her so perfectly... even when she herself didn't know the reason she had been crying for. He was always like that. He always knew how to make her feel better. How to make her smile.
"Aise rogi toh sab sochenge ki main abhi bhi tumhare saath Mr. Obhodro jaise behave karta hoon..." he said making her and all other giggle amidst he emotional moment, making it a light one.
"Mai ice cream lekar aati hoon... aap log baithiye... Riya zara chalo mere saath..." and walked into the kitchen with Riya to get the dessert as everyone else settled themselves in the hall.
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"Bhabhiii..." Riya's scream all of a sudden caught the family's attention who had been chatting randomly. Dev was alarmed the moment he heard 'Bhabhi'. He rushed into the kitchen immediately followed by the extremely tense family. The scene of Riya kneeling beside an unconscious Sona with a horrified look on her face scared the life out of Dev.
"Sona... Sona... Sona kya hua??? Sona utho...open your eyes..." Dev cried rushing towards her and pulling her into his arms. She looked pale.
"Maa.. pani dijiye... Riya doctor ko phone lagao..." Dev ordered as he quickly lifted her in his arms and rushed in the hall. Placing her body gently onto the couch, he sprinkled some water on her face. Sona slowly opened her eyes after a few moments feeling distorted.
"Tum theek ho... Kya ho gaya tha achanak..." he asked as he caressed her pale cheek with a worried look on his face. She smiled feverishly.
"Mai theek hoon Dev... shayad thakan se behosh ho gayi... don't worry..." she mumbled softly.
"Dekha... isliye mai tumhe bol raha tha take it easy... just look at you... stress and tension lena toh tumhara birthright hai... see how badly your feet has swollen..." he cried irately.
"Shona... Eta ki beta (what is this beta)... you should take care na..." Her mom too added worriedly.
"Aami theek aache maa... Apani chinta karabena... (I am fine maa... you don't worry...) " Sona tried to pacify her mom.
"Riya doctor ko phone kiya..." Dev asked still clutching her hand.
"Ji bhaiya... abhi kar hi rahi thi..." she said pulling her phone out.
"Dev there is no need... I am fine... Riya kisi doctor ko bulaane ki zaroorat nahi hai... seriously. Sirf thakaan thi aur kuch nahi... I will rest and I will be fine. I promise I won't overdo it now.." she pinched her throat indicating her promise.
"Sona par..." he tried to argue.
"Dev... vo sahi keh rahi hai beta... vo khud bhi doctor hai na... kabhi kabhi thakaan se aisa jo jaata hai... tu fikar mat kar... ab mai dhyaan rakhoongi ki yeh zyada tension na le..." Ishwari assured him and he nodded reluctantly. He excused them and gently made her stand to take her to the bedroom to make her rest. The Boses too asked for leave as they had to visit the durga pandaal and promised to come for the dinner party at night.
"Keechu Sona ki ice cream upar le aana... I am taking her upstairs to rest a little..." Dev uttered while he took Sona up with his arm around her shoulder.
Dev kissed Sona on the forehead after helping her lay on the bed. He caressed her head lovingly after putting pillows underneath her swollen feet. She smiled. She so loved to be pampered by him. She felt ecstatic when he showered her with his undivided attention and affection. The knock on the door caught their attention. Dev opened it. It was keechu with a tray containing Sona's favourite strawberry and his favourite vanilla ice cream. Dev took it and closed the door gently. He knew having her favourite ice cream would definitely make her happy.
"Shona... see your favourite ice cream... aao mai khilata hoon tumhe..." he took a spoonful of the same and held in front of her lips. Sona scrunched her nose at the smell. The strawberry fragrance she so loved suddenly felt yuck. She kept her palms on her mouth as she felt like puking. Quickly getting out of the bed she rushed in the bathroom. Dev sat still for a moment not knowing what happened to her. And why the hell did her favourite flavoured ice cream make her disgusted. He rushed behind her as he realised she was sick again.
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