TS || The Unsaid Desires || Chap 2 on page 12 [COMPLETED]

Sumo looked all around the bed, half of her wardrobe sprawled across it in a heap. Her forefinger sandwiched between her teeth in an adorable manner, confusion written all over her face. Her evening gowns, sarees, sparkling suits, but still she scrunched her nose looking at the beautiful pieces of fineries. She took hold of the grey black chiffon saree and held it on her body in front of the mirror.

"Naaah... too bland..." she immediately threw it back on the bed and caught hold of another royal blue silk saree.

"Too shiny and gaudy for this party..." she mumbled again throwing it back. There was nothing that was arousing her interest. She definitely wasn't wearing any of these. No doubt all the dresses were beautiful and brand new, gifted to her by her maika after the wedding, some of them still packed in the boxes but according to her they weren't something Mrs. Malhotra should wear to the first corporate party she is attending with her Mr. Malhotra. She let out an irritated moan as she pushed the clothes away to make some space, and sat down with an unenthusiastic slouch.

"Hey bhagwan...ab mai kya pehnu... samajh hi nahi aa raha...ek toh mai aisi kisi corporate party mein pehle gayi bhi nahi hoon... yeh Shravan bhi na... yeh khud hi bata deta ki mai kya pehnu... gown pehnu ya saree... ya koi simple sa suit..." she mumbled under her breath. She pondered looking all around the room and the half open wardrobe when her eyes caught the clock and she gasped.

"Shit... 6 baj gaye... Shravan 7 baje aane wala hai... agar mai aise dikhi toh mujhe toh kachha chaba jayega... jaldi kar Sumo..." she babbled as she grabbed the first night gown that came in her hand and rushed in to shower.

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"Pushkar... yaar tu hi chala jaata na is party mein...Preeti bhi khush ho jaati...now why the hell do we need to be present with our spouses..." Shravan uttered as he typed something on his laptop.

"Are bhaiya...aaj maine Preeti ko dinner aur long drive par le jaana ka promise kiya hai... aao hi batao apni newly wedded wife ko yeh bolu that I cancelled our plans for some stupid party... waise bhi yeh Sharma ek baari aapke saath kaam kar chuka hai...its better that you attend this one..." Pushkar replied sipping on his coffee.

"Chalo bhaiya... mai toh nikalta hoon... Preeti wait kar rahi hogi... aap bhi ready hone ke liye jaldi chale jaiyega ghar..." Pushkar left the room after finishing his coffee. Pushkar's words stirred something in Shravan.

Pushkar and Preeti looked so happy and radiant nowadays. Pushkar always carried a smile on his face while Preeti always glowed like a bride should be.

But his life?? His wife??

Was the newly wedded bliss present in there??

Had he ever seen Sumo glow like a bride... had he ever seen Sumo getting happily dolled up like newly weds do for their husbands..??

Had he himself ever behaved with her like a husband behaves with his new bride??

Did his face radiate with marital bliss??

Hell no!!

Today was the 10th day after he and Sumo had tied the knot and he had not even once asked her out. Not even once had he thought of asking her whether she was comfortable in Malhotra Mansion or not.

Was this the real him???

He who never showed even the meanest people of his life that they bothered him was behaving so toxic with his own wife. Not leaving a single chance to be rude towards her or taunt her. Obviously they didn't share the equation that a couple shared and definitely not that of a newly wedded one but still the politeness and basic manners that he never forgot using even with his worst enemies was dissolving in front of the woman who was his best friend at some point of time... his world... the same woman who happened to be his wife now. He doubted whether he would have been behaving similar if he had married Sumo after confessing his love, after hearing her confess. The answer was crystal clear...ABSOLUTELY NOT!!

Had he married her out of his love for her, he would have showered his love on her like crazy, drenching her to the core.

He also would have taken her to a long honeymoon, dinners, movies, long drives, everywhere he could.

He would have whispered sweet nothings into her ears after waking up every morning, trying to prolong their morning moments as much as possible.

He would have left for home every evening as soon as possible and spent all his free time cuddling with her in their bed.

He would have spent every single night making love to her passionately, making her writhe and sigh in the carnal pleasures in whose's glory every 'newly wedded couple' basked blissfully.

But alas!! Fate didn't allow them the pleasures even when they deserved it...when they loved each other like crazy. Obviously they knew about the feelings of the other. Their love and longing for each other would be visible to even a blind man now. How could they not understand it?? Even though their egos always surfaced whenever they would come in front of each other, but the love wasn't invisible either. And the fresh proof of it was when 3 days back Sumo had showered him with her care as if he was a baby. She had not given a damn to his protests and had nursed his wound, helped him eat with her hands and then put him to sleep while massaging his back to relieve him of the extreme pain in his neck and shoulders. For some time even he bad absolutely forgotten who and where he was, lost in feeling the pleasures her feminine touch had bought him. Her touch that no matter what happened, was, is and will always be a balm for him... his body and soul.

That's when he realised he had still not thanked her for it. Leave thanking, he had not even acknowledged the fact that even when he asked her to be a namesake wife, she tried to fulfill every responsibility that dutiful wife did.

'Maybe not out of love or something but I should have done something for her to thank her for her care when I actually needed it... shouldn't I?? Had she not done that... I may not have been able to work so energetically on my hearing the next day...' Shravan thought as he looked at the clock. It was time to go home and get ready for the party.

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"Suman yeh..." he stopped abruptly as he saw the condition of the room. Clothes all over the bed and couch, cushions and pillows misplaced, the room looked like a mess. He gulped looking at the heap of her clothes.

"Yeh kya haal bana rakha hai isne room ka...Su..." he uttered and started to call her by raising his voice a little but then dropped the idea. Obviously now it was her room too and she could do anything she wanted, though ruining his bed was something that he thought she could have resisted. He shook his head remembering she had always been like that. During childhood too he had been the cleanliness freak while she was always the careless one in such matters and then he would be the one forcing and helping her in cleaning her own room. Catching hold of his white towel he moved in the bathroom to finish his shower as a small smile involuntarily stretched his lips at the vivid memories.

"Preeti ab tu taiyaar ho jaa... I also have to rush... Shravan aa gaya hoga...naraaz ho jayega... main abhi tak ready nahi hoon..." Suman uttered as she moved out of her room. The moment she was done with her shower, Preeti had dragged her into her room to ask her help in getting ready for her first date after wedding. Suman wasn't able to deny her looking at her excitement to look good for her husband and spend time with him.

"Oh god... 7 baj chuke hai... Shravan bhi aa gaya hai aur mai abhi tak is nightie me ghoom rahi hoon... aaj toh ho chuki tu taiyaar Sumo..." Sumo incessantly jabbered as she heard the voice of running shower from the restroom, an indication that her hubby was back home. She hurriedly took out the hair dryer and started drying her wet locks.

The door of the restroom clicked and emerged out Shravan, water dripping from his wet dishevelled hair and rippling down his already damp body. Suman turned around at the voice only to be left stunned at the view in front of her. Her husband looking no less than a deliciously beautiful greek god, standing in front of her in just a towel tucked around his waist, flaunting his perfect pec muscles, washboard abs, chiselled and fair body. She was in the wooden chamber the mirror and wardrobe were enclosed in and hence not in his view, but she was very cearly able see him through it. Water droplets were making their way from his head to his temple and then slipping down his rigid sexy jaw and vanishing int the cleft of his collar bone. Her mouth went dry as his muscles rippled while he moved his arms to wipe his body.

Could she be blamed if she lost her sanity of he kept coming in front of her like this at every chance he got??

The sound of the hairbrush dropping on the floor shook her out of her stupor and she quickly closed her dropped jaw, mentally chiding herself to stop drooling like a wanton despo. The voice made Shravan realise that she was present in the room. He peeked in only to see her in the chamber.

"Suman..." he called out. She moved out of the chamber putting the dryer and brush down. His eyes sought her and his hands immediately stopped their movement, as if his body has been freezed by looking at the sight.

The netted loose wine red gown on her body tied with just a single knot in the front, the fabric soft and wavy that adhered to her body accentuating her curves. The neck deep, giving him a good view of her long neck and collar bones. Her hair still damp from the shower, falling on her face. To him, she had never looked more desirable, the deep red colour of her gown highlighting her sensuality. Or maybe not only the dress or her beauty but the realisation that the woman standing in front of him, looking like a seductress, was HIS own wife, made her look a hundred times sexier. Suman looked at him staring at her, gone in a daze. The raw desire in his eyes so obvious that she felt a crimson blush coming on.

"Tum abhi tak taiyaar nahi hui..." he asked coming into his senses as he wiped his hair from another towel.

"Haan... vo... am sorry...vo... Preeti...mujhme apne room ko le gayi thi isliye der ho gayi..." she babbled as she looked all around but him suddenly feeling too bothered in front of him, to look at him.

"Kya...???"

"Huh.. I...I mean Preeti mujhe apne room me le gayi thi...am sorry... vo sab chhodo... mai bas 15 minute me ready ho jaungi..." stammering she tried to rush past him.

"Are are ruko..." he said as he caught her wrist to stop her. Suman's heart skipped a beat at his act. She stood still for a moment, bringing her unruly thudding heartbeats under control.

"Yeh..." she looked at his hand gesturing towards the bed and before he could complete his sentence, she spoke up immediately, "Shravan... mai yeh sab saaf kar doongi...tum ab naraaz mat hona please..." she babbled again, the proximity to him or his gorgeous body to be precise literally turning her brains to mush. There were only a few last straws left and it was taking her superhuman effort to not break them and pull him down for a scorching hot kiss and cool her raging hormones.

"Are are Ms. Rajdhaani express... sun toh lo...vo bed par ek packet hai...usme ek saree rakhi hain... agar tumhe achhi lage toh aaj party me vahi pehen lo..." he said not knowing how else to offer her the gift.

"Vo actually I thought ki tumne kabhi aisi koi party attend nahi ki hogi...generally yaha sabki biwiyaan sarees hi pehen kar aati hai... isliye mai le aaya tumhare liye... agar tumhe pasand aaye toh hi pehenna..." he further added as he saw her eyes widen, looking at him as if he was some alien. She didn't say anything in response but took hold of the packet and opened it. Her pupils dilated as she took out a beautiful red and black ombre crepe georgette sari out of it, his choice like always, sober and extremely classy.

"This is amazing Shravan... thank you so much... this is really thoughtful of you..." she uttered, suddenly feeling very emotional on receiving the first gift from her husband.

"Uhmm... actually mujhe bhi tumse yahi kehna tha.. vo us din jo... tumne... meri madad ki... I mean the way you cared for me even when it wasn't actually needed... Thanks... it wasn't necessary though..." he uttered softly, a very slight smile gracing his face while she was still admiring the saree, his words still having the hint of ego but today accompanied with a truthful sincerity.

"Aaj date kya hai Shravan..." she suddenly asked.

"Kya... kyu..??"

"Aaj tum mujhe dekhkar itne dino baad muskuraaye...mujhe gift bhi diya aur thank you bhi bol diya... yeh date toh diary me note karke rakhungi mai..." she couldn't help joking today, when she saw a glimpse of her old Shravan back into him. He looked at her with a serious expression for a minute and her smile faded off and she lowered her eyes preparing herself for another taunt when she heard a chuckle. She looked up to see him chuckling hard and she joined him, their issues and differences kept at bay for the moment.

"Tum pagal ho... jao jakar ready jo jao...late ho rahe hai hum..." he said moving into the chamber to wear his clothes while she moved in the dressing room with the saree, her face for the first time glowing like a new bride. The realisation that the hope of turning this marriage into a real one was not just an illusion but something that could be the reality soon.

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