~ For Karen (Kardooks)~
Just the way you wanted it, I hope ;)
#15 Shhh, they'll hear us.
Magazines are dangerous. Women's magazine more so then the men's magazine. Because on page 10 will an empowering article on embracing yourself. But page 15 tells you the secret of losing 5 Kilos in a week. And page 17 has the delectable recipe of Death by chocolate lava cake'. But you know what was more dangerous than a women's magazine?
It was a women's magazine in a man's hand. That combination was absolutely lethal.
Men are stupid creatures. They will laugh at their female counterparts for ever being manipulated by such magazine articles but by the end of the day, they would certainly be up for trying the new position described in the same magazine that they were busy laughing at hours ago.
Kunj was no exception to this case. He was a man after all. And that is why he was currently lying in bed with a Cosmopolitan in his hand, reading the scandalous article informing the reader of 20 ways to spice up their married life.
Now don't get him wrong, their daily life was pretty masaledar on its own but let's face it, he wouldn't mind a Cosmo infuse spice in it. Plus the things described here were-interesting, for lack of better word. And they were young! This was what was expected of them.
Twinkle emerges from the bathroom then. She locks their bedroom and Kunj decides that, that was about the right time to bring up the subject. "Acha Twinkle, sunn, yaha aa na."
Twinkle was apparently unaware of her husband's train of thoughts, plopped herself down next to him. "Haan bolo."
He brings out the Cosmo out from under the duvet, the cover of the magazine that screamed "How to woo yur man" instantly made her blush. She knew that Kunj would obstinately tease her about it now! She was never going to hear the end of it. Lord save her.
She pounces up to snatch the magazine away, lest he see the contents, but Kunj was blessed with fast reflexes and he held the magazine out of her reach. "KUNJ! Kunj, muhje woh magazine wapas do! Ussme tumhare kaam ka kuch nahi hai.."
"Acha ji? Page 24 mein toh sirf mere kaam ke baare mein hi likha tha."
She blushes hard at that. "Kunj!" She tries reaching for the magazine again.
"Kya Kunj haan? Kya Kunj?" he pins her down of the bed and rolls over on top of her, effectively immobilizing her. Her eyes popped wide, and her lips quivered in nervousness. No mattered how many times they had such encounters, she was always nervous, well at least for the first few minutes. Then man of man, she was wild! "Acha sunn na!"
She whispers a Haan bolo' out of sheer habit.
He brings out the Cosmo again, flipping over to the page she had dog eared. "Main kya keh raha tha, ki humme aisa kuch try karna chahiye na?" pointing to the words.
Her eyes follow the words and the scarlet that taints he cheeks could out a red rose to shame. She can hardly bring herself to meet his eyes. She punches him slightly in the chest, calling him naughty and blushing again.
He tries to convince her but he couldn't get any words out, watching her blush like that. It did things to his stomach. And that's as far as he could get that night.
The next day proved to be more eventful that the previous night. The Sarna Mansion were hosting a prty to celebrate their recent success in the market. The house was tastefully decorated, people were streaming in and out, with pretty cocktail glasses in their hands and the general ambience was that of mirth.
Oh, and Twinkle was in a Saree.
And Kunj had a little too much champagne.
And the words of the Cosmopolitan were flashing brightly in his mind.
He makes his way over to Twinkle who was entertaining a few ladies. He greets the ladies, and has the formal conversation for the necessary 3 minutes because asking them to excuse him and his wife. He drags Twinkle upstairs and behind one of the pillars, away from prying eyes. "Mrs. Twinkle Kunj Sarna, aaj aap toh badiya, matlab ek dum hi kamaal lag rahi ho iss sari mein." He compliments her, tracing a finger down her cheek.
She blushes down a smile and compliments him back. Of course Kunj wanted to say more but the party and the party goers were everywhere. Kunj did not appreciate that fact much. So he resorts to whispering. Twinkle already has alarms blaring in her mind, because a whispering Kunj was a naughty siyappa Kunj. And today not the day she wanted to get involved. "Sun na!" That sly idiot knew! Oh how he knew that his Sunn na' was her ultimately weakness. It made her knees go jelly. "Closet wala aaj karte hai na!"
She punches him in the chest lightly. "Kuch bhi bolte rehte ho!"
"Chal na Twinkle!"
She doesn't know how he did it but now, 20 minutes later they were standing in the coat closet on the first floor, lipstick smeared panting breaths. Her hair that was once so elegantly pulled in a low side bun was in a mess of waves, cascading down her back. His pristine grey shirt all crinkled.
She had agreed to a mild make-out session. Mild. But the Mild soon turned to the wild and now the pleats to the saree were in a pool by her feet and Kunj's trouser button was undone. His shirt was long gone and ripped to shreds, his milky skin covered in red shades of her lipstick. Twinkle on the other side was missing her blouse too.
But that didn't mean they stop. OH NO! That only meant they go harder.
The music downstairs was loud enough that it reached behind the closed doors of their closet and let's just say the bass was in perfect pace with their moves. Kunj reached down to give a final tug to her saree, sure that Twinkle was going to melt in his arms after that. But the tug came and instead of going into goop, she went rigid. Her hands that were so far roaming his back came to a sharp stop. He looks up at her. "Kya hua?"
"Tumhe who sunaye de raha hai?"
He halts his movements for a moment, straining his ears to catch a sound. "Nahi, kya?" But Twinkle places her forefinger against his lips. He pushes away her finger, she CANNOT leave him high and dry now! "Dekh Twinkle lets finish first-"
"Shhh, they'll hear us." She whispers harshly and it then that Kunj can clearly hear the footsteps approaching their direction. "Shit ab kya? Kunj-" Its his turn to shut her up. He was panicking now as well.
"Shhh, they'll hear us!" he utters now.
IT does nothing to calm Twinkle down. She quickly gathered her saree up, only to let it fall again, only to start fixing her hair but letting that go to tie up her blouse. She was frazzled!
The footstep thankfully fade away and both release the breath they hadn't noticed they were holding. The music picks up once again, signaling that it was now safe to resume their activities. And that's what Kunj was about to do. But Twinkle had other plans.
"Yeh sab tumhari galti hai! Agar hum pakde jaate toh?"
She fixes her hair in a more presentable manner, before proceeding to hook up her blouse.
"Par Twi-"
"Shush! No more!" And the pleats were being folded.
"Par Twinkle-"
"No!"
"Twinkle please na-"
"Kunj!" she yells with fire in her gaze, and she tucks in a saree, throwing the pallu over her shoulder.
She was going to be ruthless. Oh how he knew that she was going to ruthless and leave him high and dry. And she did.
Needless to say he learns not to touch her magazines again.
They do however try something in the bath tub so Kunj guesses it all wasn't an absolute waste!
THE END.
End of Day 14/50. Karen I hope this was what you were looking for!
Also Thank you all for being so patient and encouraging. You guys make my day.
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