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Part 5:
But sinking back all that joy of hers, he added misunderstanding her hesitation to come to the bed, "Ho Jhansi ki rani, maine honeymoon ke baare mein mazaag kiya tha...mera aisa koyi iraadha nahi...toh yahaan aaraam se so jao...I won't touch you"
Her tears were unstoppable when he finished that. It wasn't disappointment about what she thought and what he said but a mere emptiness in their relationship which she felt at those moments. He felt that she feared any progress in their relationship and she couldn't bare her heart out to him. Both were in such points which were totally extreme to each other. Like parallel lines, they seemed impossible to meet or cross paths.
He switched off the lights gesturing her to take her place comfortably. She wanted to scream out, or angrily reject his offer and take the sofa but she did neither. She slowly walked to the bed deciding not to broach on this further.
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He could feel her tossing on the other side of the bed. Her sleeplessness was expected by him. After all, it was the first time that they slept on the same bed without Ruhi in between them. He was in no better state as his eyes seemed to be at the back of his head sensing every move of her as she lay on the other side.
His own words or rather a promise not to touch her were mocking him as the only thought in his crazy mind was to pull her into his arms and press his lips down onto her luscious lips. But he knew it wasn't time to let all those desires to take over.
He closed his eyes tightly and forced himself to sleep.
A long hour would have passed and sleep was overpowering him slowly when he felt a sudden tug on his blanket. It was her, in her sleep, trying to pull the blanket more to her side. The freezing cold was indeed having a toll on their senses as both were unconsciously behaving like kids snatching candy from each other's hands. The stubborn pull to both sides in the sleep continued endlessly as both tried harder to snuggle more comfortably into the warmth of duvet. Even though fully covered, the cold temperature was mercilessly freaking them out in the cold.
Impulsively, rather in total frustration, they turned opposite to each other, facing the walls, causing the blanket to get dragged further to opposite directions. He was the first one to voice out in annoyance, "arre keenchna bandh karo yaar...agar blanket chaahiye toh thoda paas aa jao"
He never realized what he just said while she wasn't realizing too when she shot back sleepily, "sirf main kyun, aap aao na iss taraf"
In haste actions, both stirred inch by inch towards the middle of the bed.
They never realized when both hit the middle and were comfortably sleeping close to each other, their backs touching. From then on, sleep happened peacefully to both.
The morning light slowly invaded the room.
He felt something soft brushing against his face, in fact tickling him and his hand mindlessly tried to push it away in an impulse, but it continued to tickle him and it only increased when he tried to brush it aside.
With eyes still closed, he tried to catch what disturbed his sleep. Only when he managed to grab it between his fingers, did he realize that those were loose strands of soft hair. The scent of her hair hit his nostril and his eyes opened widely in surprise and his lips muttered as soon as he realized whose fragrance it was "Ishita"
She lay with her back against him, snuggled close into him while her long lustrous hair lay splayed all over, some locks brushing his face while the rest beneath his head like his favourite pillow.
He surprised himself by his own thoughts or rather realization that how much he had dreamt waking up like this with her so close to him.
He spindled her hair around his fingers fondly and moved his face closer to her till her fragrance filled his head, driving him crazily. It was late when he realized that his lazy play could turn tables at him mercilessly. He couldn't deny the effect all this closeness to her had on him. It felt as if his entire body burned in the desire to touch her. All those masculine desires that he had buried deep inside him for so long seemed to get kindled back to life. He never thought even in his wildest dreams that this would happen or rather he would feel this desire, lust, attraction or perhaps it was all love for his Jhansi ki rani wife. He came alive in those moments and there was no doubt in his mind about how much he wanted her.
His last straw of self-enforced control seemed to slowly snap. But probably his play with her hair or his warm breath fanning her neck woke her up too. His nuzzling closer to her startled her all of a sudden. It wasn't that she didn't like him being so close but then it was an impulsive move of having a man in such an intimate position for the first time. The left over sleep was also giving her a dizzy feeling. She eased out of his hold and jerked up hastily.
Her hair under his head tried to pull her but she didn't stop from getting up. She sort of ignored the pain or whatever happened to her hair but her indifference to her own plight forced him to get up with her, freeing her hair from under him.
She instantly slid out of the comfort of the warm duvet and also slipped out of the bed into the cold. The mercilessly freezing coolness did very little to stop her from going away from the comfortable bed and his warmth. It was tempting her to go back to him but she chose to step away. He let a sarcastic chuckle seeing her plight as she continued to rub her palms to get some warmth.
Before he could invite her back, she spoke up without giving herself an option to go back to that comfort, "Main ready ho jaathi hoom...hiking trip pe jaana hai na?"
She didn't let him reply but just walked straight into the washroom.
He couldn't stop his wide grin when he realized that it was just 6 in the morning and she was acting as if they were quite late for the tour which was scheduled to start at 10 giving every couple ample time to get ready at leisure. He knew what her real reasons to escape from there were and sunk back to the bed hoping to get some more sleep. He soon realized that her proximity had indeed stolen his sleep. It was futile to think about sleeping now. Her warm body cocooned into him, her scented hair, everything felt so intimately impacting him, his sleep and his sanity.
A little later, Raman stood at their cottage door, sipping hot coffee when Mihir gleefully sprinted to him. It was time for MIhir and Mihika's plan's step 2.
Raman looked on at Mihir totally amused. It looked as if Mihir had a spring on his feet which amused Raman. Raman also couldn't ignore the slight blush on his brother's face as well. Raman knew that Mihir was happy and he had something to say.
"kya hua? Bohat khush lag rahe ho, huh?"
Mihir shyly looked away and Raman was sure that it was related to MIhika and the suhaag raat.
"Dulhan ke tarah sharmaate rahoge ya kuch bologe bhi ..."
Then it struck Raman what it exactly could be, "Kahi MIhika ne..."
MIhir shook his head positively and then added, "maine kaha tha na bhai, bhabi ke paas koyi toh jaadu hai...kisi ko bhi pataa sakti hai...MIhika bhi ek dum se maan gayi... "
"accha?" Raman's question had a tinge of jealousy too because this was related to something which he was deprived of in his own marriage. He thought to himself, "Matlab madrasan woh bhi kar dikaaya...toh yeh saare chee waala acting sirf mere saamne hi hai...itna bhi innocent nahi hai madam...ek hi lecture mein MIhika ko manaa liya...aisa kya keh diya hoga ke Mihika jhatt se bathal gayi??"
Though happy for Mihir, Raman was confused and bewildered with what she did or how she convinced Mihika. Mihir broke his line of thoughts, "Waise bhabi kahaan hai? Mujhe unne thanks bolna hai"
Raman shrugged it off as if in indifference acting as if nothing of this affected him, "andar apne kapde ke taan mein ready ho rahi hogi..."
MIhir did notice his brother's annoyance and decided to light it more, "nahi bhai...kuch modern kapde hoga...Mihika aur Ishita bhabi ne khoob saare shopping kiya tha...waise bhi trekking and hiking keliye saree mein kaise..."
Raman snapped him short, "tumaare bhabi ko jaanta hai na tu???...usse apni saree ke baahar kuch aur dikhta hi nahi..."
"haawww bhai, aisa nahi hai...Ishita bhabi typical Indian beauty zaroor hai lekin modern dresses mein bhi acchi lagti hai...unnpe harr type ke kapde beautiful lagta hai!"
"Arre bandh kar bhabhi ke chamchagiri...apne bhai ke baare mein kuch bol..."
"Bhai aap toh humesha hi handsome..."
Mihir's words about his brother froze when his eyes fell on Mihika who was dressed in a knee length tights and a sleeveless top, ready for the tour that day!
Raman turned to her direction and then realized what Mihir's distraction was. Along with them, Raman also saw some other guys gaping at her, in fact drooling at her.
That made something tug at his own heart. He sure wanted to see Ishita wearing such modern dresses but then his possessive husband side seemed to pull him towards the other extreme. The thought about if he really wanted other guys to drool at his wife struck him and his mind tried to take a U turn. He felt that Ishita was better off wearing clothes in which she was comfortable in.
By then Mihika joined them and Mihir was whispering something to her about her looks.
Mihika enquired to Raman in between, "jiju, akka ready hogayi kya?"
Raman didn't know if she was ready and was about to ask her to go and check but then Mihir snapped them out all of a sudden, "Bhai, aap bhabi ko leke lobby mein aa jaana...hum dono ko kuch kaam hai..."
Mihika managed to say, "ek min ruko na Mihir...mujhe akka ko uss dress mein dekhna hai..."
Before she could enter inside, Mihir dragged her away much to the relief of Raman. He instantly went inside to check what she was wearing. She was still in the wash room and a dress similar to what Mihika wore lay on the bed, perhaps the tights were a little longer than what Mihika wore but then Raman wasn't so pleased with the whole idea of her wearing it.
He stood wondering how he could tell her not to wear this while she came out drying her face with the towel. She was still in her night dress and was about to change.
Seeing him look at the dress, she teasingly asked, "Aap ko aise dresses pasand hai na? main wahi pehen ne waali hoom..."
For a moment, he cursed and smacked himself for having taunted her on such things. He had to let her be the way she was. He felt trapped in his own words but decided not to let go of his ego, "Ho Jhansi ki rani, mere liye kuch bathal ne ki zaroorat nahi...tum wahi peheno jo tum chahti ho...comfortable ho...samjhi?"
"Accha? Teek hai...Yeh dress Mihika ne select kiya tha...she told me that I would look sexy in this...phir yeh trekking keliye bhi convenient hoga...saree peheni toh mushkil hoga...hai na?"
In a subtle manner, he tried to hint, "Mujhse kyun pooch rahi ho? Or BTW, saree ke alaava bhi bohat saare convenient dresses hai jissme tum comfortable bhi hogi..."
Their eyes met in a brief moment before he snapped himself out shrugging, "jo bhi pehen na hai pehen lo, but get ready soon and come to the lobby...I will wait there"
He stormed out of the room before she could reply or he himself changed his mind to tell her what to wear. She smiled at his retreating back.
10 minutes later, Raman, Mihir and Mihika were waiting at the lobby while Ishita walked in. Raman wasn't looking at her doubly sure that she would wear the same dress he saw there. Mihika sounded disappointed when she said, "hawww akka...aapne mujhe cheat kiya...hum dono same to same pehen ne waale teh na? Mujhse bhi kehti...main bhi kuch aur pehenti na?"
Ishita replied, "sorry Mihika...mujhe na woh dress bohat uncomfortable lag raha tha...isiliye...but tum bohat acchi lag rahi ho...hai na Mihir?"
Mihir nodded and her eyes stealthily glanced to Raman's side. He was already looking at her. Oblivious to his own self, he heaved a sigh in relief. He smacked himself for being such a hypocrite for having his thoughts and words different. But instantly she distracted him from all that. She looked beautiful in a deep blue simple and elegant salwar.
He couldn't help a smile thinking about how much she could read through him. Even the right meaning of his taunts were known to her and she did exactly what he really wished for her.
His mind voice murmered about how she had started doing things according to what he wished for.
"Jhansi ki rani kabse mere pasand na pasand jaan ne lagi?"
He hadn't spoke it out but probably, she read it in his eyes and replied,
Her reply to it was a simple smile and a whisper as she stood next to him, "jabse aap mere pasand na pasand ka khayaal rakhne lage"
Her fingers lingered over a light weight simple necklace which adorned her neck. It was his gift for her during KC. His gaudy expensive choices were replaced with simplicity and elegance adhering to her tastes.
He smiled in appreciation as his eyes traced an outline of the jewel along her neck line. Atleast deep inside he felt his jealousy pinching as his fingers and lips couldn't do what his eyes did.
Mihika also jumped in excitement at what she saw around her akka's neck. She too touched the jewel admiringly adding to Raman's jealousy. How he longed to touch her the same way!
All through the trip, his eyes were on her. Her hands clutched and declutched him as and when they trudged through rough terrain. She seemed to have no idea on what her actions did to him.
Yeh Haseen Waadiyaan Ye Khula Aasmaan
Aa Gaye Hum Kahan Aye Mere Saajna
In Bahaaron Mein Dil Ki Kali Khil Gayi
Mujhko Tum Jo Mile Har Khushi Mil Gayi
All he wanted was to hold her close to himself or going further, when he saw her resting against the tree, totally exhausted, all he could think was pin her against it and press his lips on hers. The rest of the group were either far behind or ahead. He stood there taunting on her weight for having worn down so soon but in his mind, he was all thrilled to have a lone moment with her. His eyes continued to check her out as he knew that she wasn't in a position to notice it. All his taunts ceased after a long moment and his eyes roamed all over her pretty face and down to her heaving body. When all his sane thoughts flew away and controls, he went closer to her.
Tere Honthon Pe Hain Husn Ki Bijliyaan
Tere Gaalon Pe Hain Zulf Ki Badliyaan
Tere Baalon Ki Khushboo Se Mehke Chaman
Sangmarmar Ke Jaisa Ye Tera Badan
Meri Jaanejaan Ye Hai Teri Chaandni
Chhed Do Tum Aaj Koi Pyaar Ki Raagini
Ye Haseen Waadiyaan Ye Khula Aasmaan
Aa Gaye Hum Kahan Ay Mere Saajna
He was so close to kissing her when she opened her eyes all of a sudden. Instantly, he took out a tissue and showed off that he had come to wipe away her sweat beads.
She just smiled and allowed him to do what he posed to do.
As he turned to walk further, she muttered, "Waise Raman paseene ke bahaana accha tha..."
He looked back at her with a sly smile while she added, "aur ab iss thand mein bhi aapko paseena aa raha hai!"
Saying that, she quickly wiped his face with her duppatta. He managed to whisper trying to tuck back an imaginary stray lock of her hair, "agar mera bahaane samajhti ho toh phir nakhre kyun?"
The huskiness in his slight whisper caused her inners to tremble, realizing what he meant by that.
It was a cute moment when their eyes locked with each other feeling the same passion and love for each other.
But their cute moment was shortlived. They heard the ruffle of the leaves alerting them to the arrival of the rest of the group.
The rest of the day passed by slowly. Raman was sure by now that the simple yet beautiful madrasan walking beside him was the person he had fallen in love with. She needed no change to win his heart and she was perfect the way she was. Her modernity was in her goodness and in her modern thoughts rather than her clothes.
He would tell her how much she meant to him right away today. He wasn't going to wait any more, or rather in right sense, he couldn't wait any more.
He was waiting impatiently for them to get back to their room. It was almost evening when they reached back at the resort. Raman went to the room expecting her to follow soon but then she didn't turn up even after half an hour. He was pacing impatiently around the room waiting for her when she called up saying that she was in MIhika's room as Mihika needed some help to get dressed for the big night.
Ishita was also coordinating with the resort staff to decorate the room for the night. So she told Raman that she will be late and not to wait for dinner. Mihika wanted it to be a surprise for Mihir and was thinking of a way to send him away but she didn't know what to tell MIhir. But everything fell in place as Mihir too who was planning for a surprise gift for her excused himself in the pretext of meeting some long time friend of his and went out for a while.
All were excited and thrilled for the night except for Raman who was frustrated to the core. He was smacking his wife for the most irresponsible and insensitive behaviour towards him.
"Apni pati ke fikar nahi...chali gayi hai dusron ke suhaag raat mein help karne...arre koyi poocho usse ke suhaag raat kya hai? Khud ka kuch patha nahi aur MIhika ko advice karthi phirti hai...paagal madrasan!"
His ranting went on and on, even as he angrily gobbled in his dinner.
[To be continued]
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