Chapter 26 :-
"Abb tum apne aap ko bhi nahi bacha paaoge Randhir, I am coming, beware!" she told and smiled slyly.
Next morning..
BREAKFAST TABLE :
"Senior?" Ranveer asked, his eyes were searching for his dad.
"He is sleeping, let him sleep. He was very tired!" Sanyukta told.
"But I didn't even talk to him after yesterday morning. I had my last exam yesterday," Ranveer told.
"Talk to him later, let him sleep for now!" Sanyukta replied.
"Okay," Ranveer told, "Aruu and Vishal uncle?"
"They left for London. Unko koi urgent meeting tha!" Sanyukta told, "You all were snoring!" she added before they could question her.
"Ranveer? Tumhare holidays hai na?" Parth asked.
"Haan chachu, kyu?" Ranveer replied.
"Why don't we go out?" Parth told.
Ranveer looked up immediately smiling widely. "Sure," he told.
"Then what are we waiting for? Pack up people, I have done the arrangements!" Parth told.
"What if we told otherwise?" Vidushi asked.
"I know we all are dying for a day out, it was easy to guess," Parth replied.
"Intelligent," Jiggy told.
"Run guys, pack your bags for a two-day vacation!" Parth told.
Everyone ran to their rooms immediately.
"Good job," Sanyukta told and patted Parth's back.
"I know right? Par tum kya karne waali ho?" Parth asked.
"Secret, shhh!" Sanyukta replied.
"Yeah right, go help your son to pack his bags. If he is like Randhir then he must be struggling presently," Parth told.
"Oh yes," Sanyukta told and facepalmed.
She ran to Ranveer's room and helped him to pack up. After half an hour everyone were on the hallway with their bags packed.
"Senior kaha hai? Isnt he coming?" Ranveer asked.
"He is," Sanyukta told.
"Wait, tumhare bags kaha hai?" Kaustuki asked.
"I'll come along with Randhir, you guys go!" Sanyukta told.
A wave of sly smiles passed through everyone's faces after Sanyukta's statement. She immedialtely blushed.
"I'll come along with you'll then?" Ranveer asked Sanyukta.
"No, tu hamare saath aayega!" Parth told.
"Why?" Ranveer asked.
"Arey don't you want your mom and dad to spend some time alone?" Vidushi asked and immediately she received a glare from Sanyukta.
"Umm...here comes the reason!" Ranveer told smiling furtively.
"Okay guys, chalo, we're getting late!" Parth told.
"Mom, have fun. Take your own time to come there," Ranveer told and smirked.
"Shaitan, tumhe toh mai-" Sanyukta started but was cut off.
"I'd like a baby sister," Ranveer told and ran out.
Sanyukta was crimson red now. Everyone's jaws dropped. After a while, they bursted out laughing.
"Guys, get lost!" Sanyukta told sweet-sarcastically.
"Haan haan," they told and got into the cars they had booked.
"Come fast if you can," Ranveer shouted before they drove off. He knew they wouldn't come but he loved that look his mom had pulled up.
Eventhough she couldn't see his face, she was sure that he would be smirking. She turned redder.
"Ugh, kitna kaam baaki hai!" Sanyukta muttered.
She had asked all the servants to take leave. She was all alone in the house save Randhir, who was sleeping in his room. She cleaned the already cleaned house and started decorating it.
After 2 hours...
"Finally, done!" she told and patted herself.
"I should get ready now. He might be up any moment," she mumbled and ran upstairs to her room.
She spent the next three hours in getting ready. She finally got ready. She went to Randhir's room and sat at his bedside admiring him and waited for Randhir to get up.
When she heard him stir in sleep she got up and ran out of the room. Randhir woke up from sleep. He had slept for almost 16 hours or so, he was extremely tired after working hard for the whole week. She saw him get up and sighed, "Finally uth gaya!" she thought and hurried downstairs.
Randhir freshened up and looked at the time. "7pm? Shit! I slept for such a long time?" he thought.
"Was tired though," he answered himself.
"Arey haan champ ke exams kal khatam ho gaye the na? I didn't even ask him about it!" he mumbled and facepalmed.
He opened the door of the room but all he could see nothing. Everything was dark, extremely dark. Not a flicker of light was visible.
"Why is it all dark?" Randhir asked himself.
"Ranveer?" Randhir called out.
No response.
"Kaka? Chacha?" he called out.
No response.
Somehow he managed to get to the stairs and climbed down carefully.
"Anyone there? Kya ho raha hai?" Randhir shouted.
Groping everything he felt on his way, he finally reached the switches. He switched on everything but alas, nothing happened. It was still dark.
"People?" he shouted.
"Jiggy?"
"Arushi?"
"Vishal?"
"Kaustuki?"
"Vidushi?"
"Parth?" he called out everyone's name one by one giving a pause after every name expecting some response.
Finally, "Sanyukta?" he called out.
"Agar pehle hi mera naam lete the toh itna wait nahi karna padta!" he heard someone say.
Immediately after the sentence the lights came on.
He closed his eyes due to the sudden attack on his eyes. Slowly, he opened his eyes. He was amazed at what he saw. The whole house was beautifully decorated, draped with red cloth everywhere, on the windows and doors, the curtains were changed into red ones. The hall was decorated with red candles emitting small sources of light. Red roses along with a few white ones adorned the walls beautifully in small bunches. Small pitch black photo frames containing his pictures from FITE were stuck on the walls successfully pushing his thoughts to the best days of his life. The pictures on the walls said everything; all his memories were in front of him. The floor had hundreds of white and red balloons. Small red hearts of diferent sizes hung down the ceiling stopping at different heights. Only the wall in front of him was spared from decorations for reasons unknown to him. It was large plain white wall. Beside the white wall, there stood a large shiny red broken heart.
"What the f-" he started but was cut off.
"I am sorry Randhir," a voice told.
"Sanyukta!" mumbled angrily under his breathe.
"I am extremely sorry," she told.
He clenched his fists in disgust and anger.
The minute she apologized for the second time, a video started playing on the white wall. 'Randhir Singh Shekhawat <3' was the first slide which appeared. 'I love you <3' was next. After that, one by one, came all his days starting from their first meet and ending at their day in the hospital when they came to see Sanyukta's sonography.
Randhir eyes welled up at the first meet itself. He watched the whole video silently cherishing his memories. His fist started to loosen up slowly by every passing memory. The video ended just in time and he successfully stopped the smile which was about to force itself on his face.
"I am sorry Randhir, maine jo kiya woh bilkul galat kiya. I agree and I am ready for any punishment you award me with but please don't push me away from your life. I really don't think I will be able to manage without you. I know tumhara heart presently aisa hoga," she told indicating to the red heart beside the wall, "but you have no idea how I wish I could mend it and bring it back to this condition," she told and heart which was broken now slowly started to join. He was furious now. She played with his heart and now she wants to apologize? Everything doesn't go the way she wants all the time.
"Sanyukta Aggarwal!" he shouted, "Out now!"
Sanyukta came out from behind the curtain. He was mesmerised by what he saw, his jaw dropped a bit. She noticed it and blushed. There she stood looking extremely beautiful. She was dressed in a plain black saree with red borders which gracefully hugged every curve of her body. The blouse had a small sleeve at the hands and was deep v-neck. The chain and locket Randhir had gifted her on their first date embellished her bare neck. She used minimal make-up. Her eyes looked seductive, cleanly made up with dark black kohl, her lips were painted with a shade of light red. She had left her hair open just the way Randhir loved and her tresses were falling loosely on her back and shoulders. She walked gracefully towards him and stopped in front of him.
"You look your best in sarees farzi," she remembered his words in the second year's fresher's party. She blushed a bit more.
Unknowingly he smiled but immediately replaced it with a plain face before she could notice. She looked up at him. She didn't smile. She couldn't smile looking at the misery and pain he hid in his eyes. The minute he looked at her, the only thing he noticed was the delinquency in her eyes. He couldn't be mistaken this time. She was extemely guilty. Her eyes shone with small glistening drops of tears. Involuntarily, his hands went up her face pushing those tears away. She felt electricity run through every nerve of her body and she shivered automatically. She snaked her hands behind his body slowly and hugged him burying her face into his chest and tightening the grip with every passing second. He raised his hands to hug her back but pulled them back as he glanced upon the red broken heart that made him recollect everything. He pushed her forcefully and she stmubled back before falling down. She knew this would happen, she got up and walked to him again and tried to hug him. He held her hands tightly and pushed her against the wall. He pinned her to the wall and looked at her. His eyes matched the hall - red!
"What are you trying to do?" he asked angrily.
"Get my family back," she replied.
"Your family? You have no family here," he bellowed.
"You and Ranveer are my only family," she told calmly.
"We're not!" he told, "Ranveer doesn't know anything about you so please stay away," he added.
"I can't," she replied.
"Where is Ranveer?" he asked gritting his teeth.
"With everyone," she replied.
"Randhir I am sorry," she told upon receiving no response.
"I hate you Sanyukta, go away from my life and please let me live happily," he told.
"Randhir, I love you!" she finally told.
He didn't respond. The intensity and love with what she told numbed his senses.
Upon not getting a reply, she cupped his face slowly caressing his cheeks and moved front slowly reducing the distance between them. When it was equal to zero, they felt bliss. Randhir pulled away immediately and looked at her.
His eyes looked as if they were fighting against a decision; she could tell clearly one overpowered the other. Her heart fluttered as his eyes moved down to her lips and before she knew it, he had moved in for the kill. Her hesitant lips grew more and more comfortable once she realized he wouldn't pull away. He didn't even know what had come over him to give in so easily. She only wished he wouldn't regret starting it later. His lips were warm and smooth as they brushed against hers. She stiffened when his hands landed on her waist, feeling safe and secure, she loosened up. Moving his right hand up to the nape of her neck he seized her lips once again with his own. Only difference being that this kiss was more powerful and more passionate sending heat to their cheeks, butterflies to their stomach, strong action potentials down her spine and taking their breath away all at the same time. They didn't want to break contact with eachother and as if realizing what she wanted, her hands moved to lose themselves in his hair. Her lips parted this time to let his tongue explore her mouth and allowing her tongue to feel the pure pleasure of exploring his mouth. Their lips were testing, exploring, finding out their feelings from this kiss. When they finally pulled free, their eyes were wild and they knew they matched the others.
She was scared. She didn't want him to feel guilty. The way he had kissed her, she knew she won her task and there was no backing out from his side, she didn't want to either. She wanted him, she wanted him bad! The only thing she was scared of was his emotions and feelings after they're done.
She felt him kissing her once more, breaking her trance, she responded with equal vehemence. She understood that he still loved her. They kept on kissing until they were out of breaths and after breathing continued it again. His hands, unintentionally, landed on her waist, caressing it lightly. She shuddered. He smirked.
He knew he had this effect on her. He didn't know where this would lead them to but he knew he wouldn't back out now; he couldn't, not at any cost. He had controlled his urge to stay away from her a lot but this time he knew he couldn't control himself anymore. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He didn't understand how he could give in so easily. Was it due to her love? Her passion? His needs? He had no answer. His brain wasn't thinking straight. It was busy on a holiday trip, somewhere in heaven.
"Leave me alone Sanyukta," he muttered kissing her cheek.
"I don't want you in my life," he told proceeding towards her nose, kissing it.
"Kyu mujhe pareshaan karna chahti ho?" he asked kissing her forehead.
"I hate you so much," he told and kissed her eyes.
"I love you," she told and pulled him forcefully and placed her lips on his unable to bear the silent torture he was gifting her. She kissed them with so much passion surprising Randhir. He couldn't let her dominate in his favorite field, could he? He pulled her towards him by her waist and kissed her proving her that he was surely better than her.
"Excuse me?" she told raising her eye-brow.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"You aren't better," she told.
His jaw dropped. How did she know he was trying to prove that? He knew she could read him in and out perfectly so instead of answering and dragging the matter further he kissed her again. She responded.
Eventhough this was their thousandth kiss, it felt special. He pulled away and battered her neck placing wet kisses tracing her shoulders to her neck. She shivered. This definitely was heaven. She smiled. She remembered how angry he was when she had kissed him in his room when he had called her to confront her. She pushed him slightly and walked a bit forward. She didn't want him to go through the same emotions again. He smirked and leaned on the wall behind, only then, he took a closer look at her. Her blouse was backless.
He was high on love. He was turned on.
He placed his trembling hand on her bare waist and stroking it reached his hands reached the other side of her waist. He pulled her back making her bump into his chest.
Trailing his lips to her ear and touching it he asked huskily, "You do remember you are wearing backless right?"
Her eyes widened as she turned crimson red. "Shit," she muttered.
He planted wet kisses on her back making her shiver with every kiss. Involuntarily, his hand untied the strings of her blouse. Both were shocked. He left it immediately. Before any of her private parts could show he pulled it back to its place.
"Sorry," he muttered.
She didn't know why, she got angry. He was feeling bad? How could he? Now she didn't care about what he thought. She immediately ran upto her room.
"Shit, idiot! Bura maan gayi na woh? Control your hands!" he thought and kicked himself mentally.
He walked into her room and saw her sitting on her bed lost in her thoughts.
They have had many passionate make-outs but he never apologized before. He always behaved as though he had all rights on her and he knew she loved that then why is he apologizing now? Was it because he thinks she isn't his anymore? She has to prove him wrong. She still is his Sanyukta and will always be.
"I am sorry, didn't mean to! I swear I didn't see anything," he told innocently.
"Really?" she asked sternly.
"Yes," he replied.
"Toh kya Ranveer aasmaan se tapak pada?" she asked with a pout.
His eyes bulged out. He turned tomato-red this time on recollecting about their previous make-out whose result was Ranveer. He had already seen the whole her. She blushed.
He looked at her and blushed a little more, he couldn't help himself!
"So she was angry because I apologized?" he thought.
He smirked.
"No, Akhila gave birth to him," he told angrily again remembering everything. He knew he shouldn't have told that. It was a touchy topic for her. Her eyes welled up.
"Sorry," she muttered and hugged him.
He kissed the crook of her neck and buried his face deep in her neck. The broken heart didn't heal yet, he was having a tough time. He pulled himself back and hurried out of the room. She understood. She went behind him and bolted the door silently.
Randhir was standing near the window looking out particularly at nothing. The images weren't precisely entering his head through the optic nerve. He was thinking about what had just happened. Just then he felt a pair of soft arms travel his back to his chest as the person dug her head deep in his back.
He didn't want to go any further. He was scared to give in. What if she leaves him again? He would be broken then. He was already broken but now he is atleast he was able to pull himself up for Ranveer's sake. If history repeats itself, then he was sure he wouldn't be able to take it anymore.
"Leave me Sanyukta," he hissed.
Without replying she started unbuttoning his shirt placing a kiss on his neck after undoing every button. He was enjoying it but he couldn't let her know, could he?
He held her hand before she could unbutton the last one preventing any more movement. She placed a wet kiss on his nape causing him to loosen his grip, seizing the chance immediately she unbuttoned the last one and pulled of his shirt. She hugged him burying her face deeply as possible inhaling his warm, manly cologne. She had expected him to pull her in front and reciprocate the hug but when he didn't she left him and started assaulting his back with her lips trying to turn him on.
She was making things extremely difficult for him. Her kiss, her touch was overpowering his senses. The only question lingering in his mind was whether he would be able to trust her again. Didn't he want her to experience the pain and hurt he did? She should know how hurt he was when she accused him of infidelity and left him all by himself.
The feeling of light kisses on his back bought him back to his senses. He turned back and captured his lips with hers with an urgency both didn't know existed.
Breaking apart, he looked at her eyes; which clearly displayed her pool of emotions. Her eyes held so much love, passion for him; more than anything it held remorse. He had noticed her longing to feel him beside her. He didn't want to believe anything but his heart forced him to believe what he saw. He was angry, no doubt but at the same time, didn't he also love her? He lost himself in the fight his heart and brain had just started.
On the other hand, Sanyukta was lost. She knew he still loved her but wasn't giving in. She didn't blame him this time; she was the one at fault. She had broken his heart and a broken heart doesn't easily heal. It might take him time, she didn't care how much but she was determined to get him back. She couldn't bear a moment away from him and imagining her whole life away from him gave her scary goosebumps.
Shoving his thoughts away and breaking her thoughts, he gently lifted her up, her legs automatically made their way around his waist while he walked to the bed. He placed her on the bed and got on top of her. Snaking his hand through her waist he undid her blouse straps. He didn't apologize this time and she smirked. She quickly captured his lips while he was in the process of pulling down her blouse.
He was shocked.
"You aren't wearing a-" he stopped.
She chuckled. "How will I?" she replied.
"Backless," he murmured.
He leisurely kissed every part of her face then trailing down her neck not breaking the contact between his lips and her body once. He trailed his lips over her body and reached her ear.
"Beautiful," he whispered huskily. He kissed her ear and nibbled on it inciting a moan from her.
She pushed him and came on top of him.
"Why should I moan all the time?" she asked innocently and kissed him. She bit his nipples gently making him moan. He let her dominate this time.
When she was done he pulled her down and tried to remove the pin holding her saree in place. Even after trying for 5 minutes he wasn't able to take it out.
"Hato," she told and pushed his hand.
He smiled at her jitteriness.
"Itne chote se pin ko nikalna nahi aata and chale aaye make out karne!" she complained.
"Excuse me?" he asked.
"What? Iss pin ne tumhe hara diya. Abb kya hua Mr. Randhir-Singh-Shekhawat-never-loses?" she told showing him the pin.
He took the pin from her hands and threw it at the farthest corner of the room. He didn't like anything which made him lose.
"Let me show you that I don't ever lose," he told and unlaced her body revealing her. She closed her eyes. He kissed her telling her that she is beautiful.
She pulled down his pants revealing his muscular thighs and his boxers.
"Arey abhi toh nervous thi? Suddenly sherni kaise ban gayi?" he murmured.
"Agar tum sher ho toh mai toh automatically sherni hui na?" she replied and tried smirking like him but failed as always.
"Sher sherni se fierce hota hai!" he told.
"MCP," she muttered.
They fell on the bed kissing eachother.
Randhir traced his hands slowly along her neck from her hair and reached down to her bare back. She shuddered plotting ways to turn him on; she knew this wasn't the turned on Randhir from her previous experience. She had to do something. She was in desperate need of him.
She pulled her hand off his hair abruptly and traced her fingers seductively along his back and slowly slipped it below his boxers, her hands on the side of his hip.
His eyes bulged out as he felt her hand touch him at his private part.
What if she feels the hardness? She would come to know that he was turned on. No wait. She already knew.
Before her hand could reach the place she wanted it to be he pulled her hand out and started kissing it preventing her from doing what she wanted to. She giggled.
Her giggle, felt like the best melodious music to his ears. That was that best sound he could have presented his ears with. His heart pounded across his chest speaking up his love. Not in his worst nightmare he could imagine giving her pain. He couldn't. He loved her too much to do that. He couldn't ever imagine her undergo what he underwent. He had once promised he would do anything to keep her mind and soul away from pain. He had promised her that he wouldn't let the emotion-pain, linger anywhere near her and now he himself wanted to hurt her? He was confused by himself.
She could clearly see through those dark brown orbs that he was lost in his thoughts trying to figure out his feelings. She understood that she had to take it down slowly making sure not to hurt him.
Breaking his trance, she pulled him down, their faces millimeters apart and whispered, "Randhir? You know I can read you right?"
He gulped and nodded.
She brought her mouth to his ear amorously, upon reaching there, "So stop playing you fool," she yelled.
"Ouch Farzi! You will have to pay for that," he told.
He lowered himself upon her and gently placed tender kisses over her chest gently sucking the tender parts and encircled them with his fingers and continued his work and made his way to the other one. He gently placed kisses over the warm skin around her nipple. She dug one hand deep into his back and the other one caressed his hair. He swept his lips all along her upper half marking her his. He went up to the most sensitive spot and gently kissed it. She dug her nails deep into the bedspreads. She felt bliss. When he was done, he came up and kissed her with all her might savoring the taste of her lips on his. Their lips moved in perfect sync as though they were made for the other. They broke apart as she placed her hands on his bare upper half and blushed looking at his perfectly built body. He kissed her again throwing up all the passion he had felt for her in those kisses.
It was her turn now. She pulled him down and when on top of him she kissed him all over and smirked. She caressed his sensitive spot feeling his hardness.
"Farziii!" he shouted.
"You're turned on," she spoke softly.
He pulled her on him and whispered, "That is such a lame question. How wouldn't I be?"
"Really? What if I pull your boxers down?" she asked huskily.
He stiffened.
"What?" he asked barely audible.
He smiled knowing about this wild side of hers. Tracing her fingers seductively from his toe she moved up and stopped at his crotch. Hard is only what she felt.
"Farzi, no!" he told.
Ignoring him, she placed her lips on his sensitive spot above his boxers and placed soft kisses all over it making him lose his sanity. He had noticed the hardness getting harder but he couldn't help it. Presently she was a fierce, hungry lion and he was her prey.
"Farziii, no. Don't!" he whimpered.
She chortled.
She climbed up on to his chest and whispered into his ear, "Oh shut up, I have already seen what's in there and I sure haven't forgotten. That isn't something anyone would forget."
Hie eyes widened at her comment. He blushed.
She bit his earlobe hungrily but gently and sucked on it.
She could make out that he was loosening up a bit. She was happy as well as scared. Happy because she was getting his response and attention and scared for his feelings. She couldn't do anything which would make him feel guilty later on. She had played with his feelings five years ago and she sure didn't want to repeat history.
She looked into his eyes as though searching for a feeling that might showcase his guilt if any but she only found was passion, love and longing. She smiled and went back into what she was doing earlier but this time she sild down his boxers and starting kissing him.
Unable to take it anymore, he pulled her up and starting assulting her neck with wet kisses and then moved down her bare back, his hands busy is caressing her bosoms. She enjoyed the sensation on his warm lips and his strong hands on her body. She held him by his neck and pulled him up and kissed him fiercely. He smiled admiring the guts and stamina she had.
"Randhirrr!" she shouted.
"Hmm?" he replied kissing her chest.
"I cannot wait," she told impatiently.
He chuckled.
"Youuu!" she shouted punching his back softly and wondering from where he acquired his self-control. He was a man. Wasn't he supposed to be the one hurrying? She must have been the one holding self-control but here the scenario was something utterly different.
Deciding to tease her a little more he came up and started kissing her ignoring her impatientness. She pulled his face up to her face and whispered angrily, "Where did you get this self-control? I cannot wait. Stop testing my patience Shekhawat!"
He laughed and shut her up by kissing her.
"C'mon Farzi, so impatient?" he teased and adjusted the blanket.
He trailed his lips along every part of her body and finally they made love.
Their love-making was so passionate and beautiful that all they wanted to feel was eachother. They didn't want to stop but they had to as their bodies gave up on them. None of them wanted to leave the other. They wanted to stay in eachother's arms forever. They felt secure, wanted and loved. Kissing one last time and joining their foreheads, they drowned into deep, happy slumber none experienced for the past five years.
Next morning...
Randhir was the first one to get up. He saw the beautiful fragile body lying beside him hugging him tightly as if he were her most prized possession. He smiled gently stroking her forehead and placed a soft kiss there and looked at her sleeping innocence. Caressing her cheek he pecked her lips one last time.
Suddenly he got up and hurriedly wore his clothes. He covered her with the blanket properly. He experienced what she didn't want him to go through, guilt. He was extremely angry on himself. He collected his car keys, tossed his mobile into a drawer and dashed out of the room without leaving any note. In the next 5 minutes he was on the road driving like maniac.
After a rash drive of an hour the car came to a halt. He kicked his shoes in the car and walked out.
There ends my twenty-sixth chapter. Long chapter! It consists of about 5049 words and almost 3102 words explain Sandhir makeout. The whole chapter was Sandhir make-out, almost. 😆
This is the first time I have ever written anything like this. I agree I did mention kisses in my OS's and in the previous chapters but nothing more than that. This is totally alien to me. Hope I didn't suck at it. I know I must have. I am so sure. x(
I really need your reviews on this chapter. Please do point out my mistakes!
P.S. Sorry if this part was boring, I wrote it half-asleep. I just finished my exams today and I am in dire need of sleep but as I promised, there the chapter is. So now I am going to make love to my bed! 😆
Bye :)
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