PaRud OS: Mannbasiya- Rag Rag Mein Bahe Mere! *posted*

Rudra started tickling her making her squeal and giggle. But as he went near her face to kiss her cheek, she pushed him glaring.

Amoolya: Thau sa! NO! Chubti hai!

It pricks!

She said showing his mustache. Rudra smiled wide. Amoolya was just like Paro in this case, she not just likes his mush but admires too.

Rudra: Acha?

Saying he rubbed his mush on her tummy making her squeal more. At that time, Mala entered with vegetables bags. This was another change in 2 years. When Nandu was found and ready to get married with Aman, Mala accompanied them so that they will have someone as Mamisa dint want to leave her place which had many memories and Nandu dint want to go to birpur again. Mala smiled at them and went to dining area. Using this gap Amoolya ran to kitchen and stood near Paro panting. Paro smiled at her and picked up in her arms.

Paro: Kya hua? Ese bhaagte hue kyun aaye aap? Kuch chahiye?

What happened? Why you came running? Want something?

Amoolya: Maasi sa, Thau sa.. chubti hai!!

She said rubbing her tummy. Paro understood and smiled.

Paro: Acha? Lekin unpe toh woh achi lagti hai na?

But it looks good on him na?

Amoolya: Haan!! But bad!!

Saying she got down and ran as Mala, her badi dadi was calling her to drink milk.

Paro(Mumbling): Lekin manne toh acha lagta hai.

But I like it.

She thought no one heard her. But near the kitchen door 2 sharp ears heard her and noted in mind. Brunch went as usual with full fun, leg pulling and taunts from Mohini and Dilsher. Sumer was in Jaipur and Sunheri was out for college tour. Samrat was out of town for business that was giving high profit now. On the whole Ranawats were now happy family. The day went away with Amoolya's baby talk and the New jodi's stolen glances. But today Rudra saw something different in Parvathi's eyes as she admired Amoolya's antics. Soon it was evening and Aman Nandu Amoolya and Mala took their leave. As Sunday evening snacks were usually heavy, all retired calling the day. Paro went to give Milk for Mythili and soon was again in kitchen for cleaning. As she washed her hands and dried them, two hands sneaked around her waist from behind and held her strong grip. Paro dint need Einstein to know who it was. She leaned against him while his hot breath was fanning at her soft spot behind her ears. Soon his lips with touched her neck curve and his stubble and mooch were taking her to new heights.

Paro: Major saab!!

Rudra: Nah!!

Paro: Koi aajayega!

Someone will come!

Rudra: Sab apne kamre mein hain!

All are in their room!

Paro: Please!

Paro was breathing heavily as he nuzzled her neck and behind her ear. Hearing her plead, he turned her to face him. She was glowing under the moon light and the red hue that was fast spreading in her cheek was making her more beautiful. Immediately he carried her in her arms and marched to their room. He locked the room and safely threw her on the bed. He slid next to her and pulled her over him. Moving her hair from her face, he moved his face to her crook brushing her soft skin.

Paro: M.. Ma.. maj..

Rudra: Kamre mein hain hum.. yahan major saab boli toh sazaa milegi!!

We are in our room, if u call me major saab here, then you will be punished.

Paro(Moaning): Hmmm..

Rudra: Naam!!

He kept nuzzling her giving her a ticklish feeling starting from her neck sending shivers down her spine. His hands were slowly caressing her waist and were at the verge of pulling her duppatta out. Paro kept her hands on his chest and pushed him a little letting space for some air in between. Rudra saw her red face, heaving chest and gave his naughty smirk.

Rudra: Kya hua? Awaaz kuchur muchur ho gayi?

Your voice went bonkers again?

Paro: jo kaante aapne uga rakhi hai!! woh chub rahi hai..

The thorns that you have grown, they are pricking!!

She tried to make for her breathless state and the dizziness their proximity gave. Its been 2 years since their marriage, the asli wala marriage, where he tied mangalsutra around her neck with their love and moon as witness in the yard of the haveli. But still she cannot take his proximity. The tingling feeling when his breath fans her face. And now her devil was grinning at her after putting her through this.

Rudra: Acha? Kisine kaha ki mahre mooch pasand hain.. kisne kaha?

Someone said they like my mush. Who was it?

Paro: kk.. K. kon tha?

Wh.. who?

Rudra: Larki thi shayad.. thodi bevkuf hai... lekin bahut jhoot bolti hai!!

It was a girl. A little mad. But she lies a lot!!

Paro: Nahi.. Maine jhoot nahi..

NO.. I didn't..

Rudra: Toh phir subah Amoolya ke saamney kisne kaha ki mahre mooch pasand hain?

Then who said that she likes my mush to Amoolya?

Paro's eye lashes lowered bashfully making him more hard. Her hands were around his neck, her breath fanning his chest through the open buttons of his kurta. Her duppatta was lying lifeless on the floor. He suddenly flipped her and he was on her top and she beneath.

Rudra: Agar pasand nahi hai, chubti hai toh, nikalne do manne. Kal subah..

If you don't like it, let me take it. Morning..

Paro: Nahi..

NO

Rudra: Kyun? Aur is baar bahana nahi chalega.. Batao!!

Why? And no excuses this time. TELL!

Paro: Umm.. Acha lagta hai..

Feels good!

Seeing his unsatisfactory eye brow rise, she lowered her gaze more as the red color on her skin intensified glowing in the moonlight.

Paro: aap pe yeh ache lagte hain.. aur jab yeh mahre ko choothe hai, bahut acha lagta hai. jab aap isko yun gumate hain(She twirled his much with her hand) Rajkumar jese lagte hain. Aapke mooch mahre ko bahut pasand hai aur yeh mahra pehli pyaar hai.

It looks good on you. And when your mush touches me, it feels good. And when you twirl it, you look like prince. I like your mush so much as it is my first love.

At that, Rudra gave a weird look to her. Her first love, his mush?

Rudra: Kya?

What?

Paro: Jab aap mahre ko pehli baar mile the! Un gundon se mahre ko bachaya, tab aapne isko yun gumaya tha, ek minute ke liye mahre ko aapke alava kuch dikha hi nahi. Mahre liye, yeh aap hi hai. yeh aapki pehchaan hai. Mahra Rudra.

When you met me first time and saved me from those goons, you twirled your mush like that and for a minute I dint see anything beyond you. For me its just you. This mush is your identity. My Rudra!

Rudra gave his proud smile. His wife loved his everything. But suddenly, his proud smile turned naughty.

Rudra: jab yeh tahre ko choo leta hai toh acha.. bahut acha lagta hai? HMM...

When it touches you, you feel good.. like it so much? Hmmm..

Saying he slowly lowered himself on her and let his mush gaze on her face, neck and all her soft spots including her belly and belly button. She quivered and moaned his name for every touch. This is the moment he hears his name from her mouth. 2 years and she was still shy yet bold in her own way. Soon his hands reached the dori of her blouse and pulled them. The tight blouse soon gave away, giving beautiful view of her lush body to his hungry eyes.

Rudra: yeh kaala rang ghagre tahre pe bahut acha lag raha hai. lekin, mahre ko toh, tahre pe sirf mahra rang pasand hai.

This black color looks good on you. But I like only my color on you.

Saying he discarded her ghagra as she blushed to the root of her hair. She was glowing in red due to shyness. And this was the color he liked on her. Paro's shy hands were already inside his kurta. He helped in discarding his clothes. He slowly bent to capture her lips in long passionate kiss. And then it was only sighs and moans that could be heard.

After a long time, fully spent, paro and rudra were on their bed. Paro's head was on his chest listening to his heartbeat and his hand was holding her close and playing with her waist chain, while his other hand was playing with her hair. Paro's hands were around him as the quilt covered them. She raised her face to his.

Paro: Rudra?

Rudra: Hmm?

Paro: Amoolya aapko achi lagti hai?

You like amoolya?

Rudra: hmm.. kyun?

Why?

Paro: Batayiye.

Tell me.

Rudra: Pyaari hai.. natkhat hai.. Uski badi badi aankhen.. bilkul tumhari tarah hain..

She is cute, naughty. She has big eyes, like you.

Paro: Agar esa koi bacha hamare liye bhi hota toh? Mahre jesa aur aapke jesa?

What if we have a kid like that? Like you and me?

She said in low voice and hung her head. What if he gets angry? What is he doesn't like kids? But Rudra had some other plans. He put his finger below her chin and raised her face to look at him.

Rudra: Matlab? Bacha? Paro?

Paro: Koi nahi Rudra. Aapko pasand nahi toh..

Its ok if u don't like...

Rudra: Nahi.. esa nahi hai. lekin darr lag raha hai.. Kahin mai yeh zimmadari nibha nahi paya toh?

No.. not like that. What if I cannot take this responsibility?

Paro: Maine bhi kahan pehle dus bees bache samhalke aayi hun?

As if I have taken the responsibility of 10 or 20 kids before.

Rudra: Tana marna band kar paro.

Stop Taunting.

Paro: Amoolya ko dekhe bhi aap ese hi dar rahe the. Ab dekhiye, aap dono kese chipak rahe hain ek doosre se. Jab tak zimmedari utayenge nahi toh pata kese chalega. Vese mahre Rudra pe mahre ko barosa hai.

Seeing Amoolya too you were scared the same way. but see now you both caught like house on fire. Until you don't take the responsibility how will you know? By the way I trust my Rudra.

Rudra(Smirking): Acha? Ab tu mahre ko sikhayegi? Vese konsawala chahiye? Jese Kakisa kehti hai.. Chota Angaar Kumar ya Dhua kumari?

Really? Now you will teach me? Ok, now tell me which baby you want? Like Kakisa says, junior Angaar kumar or dhua kumari?

Paro smacked on his arm playfully.

Paro: Ek angaar kumar ko samhalna mushkil hai, dusre ko kese samhalungi?

Handilng one is difficult, how will I handle two?

Rudra: toh phir mahre liye bhi ek bevkoof larki kaafi hai.

Then for me too one stupid girl is enough.

Paro: Awww??? Aap mahre ko phir se bevkoof kaha?

You called me stupid again?

Rudra: Kuch galat kaha?

Anything wrong?

Paro: Aap.. Aap.. mahre se baat mat kijiye..

You.. you.. don't talk to me.

Rudra: Teek hai.. Nahi karunga. Bacha Larka ho ya larki.. mahre ko farak nahi padta kyunki woh hamara hoga. Lekin ab bache ke liye jo karna hai. woh karne ke liye, baat kyun karni hai..

Ok I wont talk.. Baby be it boy or a girl, its doesn't matter to me as it will be ours. But for a baby, we should do something which doesn't need talks

Paro: Chi..

Saying she hid her face in his chest while he again flipped her.. to fulfill her wish. And somewhere his wish too!

Now he will have a complete family. With his Paro by his side, he can prove himself as a good father too. She was his true soulmate. In all senses. who filled him with Life! The color of his life. His Rangrasiya. The one who is in his heart and every vein of his.

TU RAG RAG MEIN BAHE MERE MANNBASIYA.. RANGRASIYA!!

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6gYajZPG5u0[/YOUTUBE]

Nandu jeeja ko aman ki patni bana diya 😉

Good one Meenu!!! Super sweet and cute...

If they dont give us PaRud scenes enough we will create them in fiction. That's the spirit.

A Paro preganancy track will be sooo cute.. Amoolya is addorable..😃