Say It Softly From The Lips |MehRya OS Completed| Mature Content +18. - Page 8

Heyo people. This is the new fresh update of Say It Softly From The Lips. It is Part 3A.

Genre: Humour, Romance, Drama
Rating:+18 explicit content and for strong language in this chapter.
Main Characters: Mehek and Shaurya.
Secondary Characters: Nehal and Vicky / Sonal and Mohit.
Timeline: At the banquet hall.
Another disclaimer: This is my own fan-made fictional story and anything from this fan fiction if they happen in the future of ZKM then it's all purely coincidental. Characters are borrowed from ZA Productions. I don't own them sadly.

Author's note: Hello hello hello pretty people. I'm really sorry for updating this late but due to few setbacks I had to push this behind. I'm free now so I'm writing this again but since this is the last part and posting a looong ass chapter would be tedious for me to upload from my Microsoft Lumia Phone (Too much scrolling goddamnit! My Office Notes keep crashing!) and you guys to read so I'm breaking into two subdivision parts. This is Part3A. I had a few writers block while writing this part so please bear with me. I really love you guys. Thank you so much for your patience. I haven't been seeing ZKM lately because of new characters, crazy plots and story going kind of.. Ehhh whatever.. So..Leave it..Anyway, there's a surprise for you all and some movie references. Can you find it? Read more. Without further adieu.
Presenting.
In A one... A two... A three...
Taadaah!!


SCENE V - EXTENDED

That night

Nehal looked longingly at the dessert plate on her left. A delicious looking Chocolate Cheesecake garnished with chocolate curls on top served in a pool of dark chocolate sauce. She felt her mouth water at such sweet sight. She sighed loudly, moodily picking, at her own melting dessert. A Kesar Pistachio Kulfi. You're such a dummy Nehal! Couldn't you get something looking like that? But nooo you had to take the icecream! While having an inner argument with herself, she swirled her spoon in her plate, melting her previously stiff and cold kulfi, to just a sad and milky looking. He's not looking. Should I take a bite? Oh God there's so much chocolate!! One spoon won't make a difference. Maybe just a little taste.. Biting her lips thoughtfully, she looked around the table. No one was paying any attention towards the brown haired girl. She picked up the spoon from the plate and sneakily, dove it into the dessert, stealing a piece of Chocolate Cheesecake from the person sitting besides her, quickly putting it in her mouth. She had to stop herself from moaning out loud, from the amazing bursting chocolaty flavours, of bitter cocoa and creamy sugary sweetness, on her tingling taste buds. Vicky had no idea about his dessert thief on his right, for he was too busy to notice and chatting with Mohit, who was sitting besides them, by Sonal on his left, discussing about his brother and his new dulhan.

"So.. What do you think? I bet you they won't do it tonight!" He whispered to him.
"What?! That's ridiculous!" Mohit said loudly. Vicky shushed him. Lowering his voice, he whispered back, "Not a chance! I really think they will do it tonight! It's their first night after all!"
"Laagi shart?" the handsome young Khanna asked.
"Chal lagi, 2 pinkwale Gandhiji ki!" hunky young Sharma replied.
"Four thousand is done!" Vicky said.
They both shook their hands sealing the deal.
(A/N: They are talking about new notes of Rs.2,000)

"What are you two talking about?" Sonal queried.
"Nothing" they both replied in unison. They didn't want anybody to know about this bet. Vicky turned back to his plate, discovering half of his cheesecake gone.
"What the..??" He frowned, turning to his right, just in time to see Nehal put a heaping spoonful of the delicious dessert, into her mouth. At least she had the audacity, to look sheepish at being caught. She smiled apologetically at him. Vicky opened his mouth to ask her about his almost empty plate when she quickly took a spoonful of cheesecake and shoved it into his mouth.
"I'm not gonna say that I'm sorry but, isn't it delicious?" She asked him, ignoring his stunned expression.
He nodded slowly in reply.
"Now you know why I was eating from your plate" Nehal took another helping before feeding him another bite. He didn't say anything, quietly watching her. She continued to feed both of them, till the plate was empty. She put her spoon down, sighing in content. She glanced over at Vicky who was still gazing at her. "Do you want my dessert?" She asked. He looked down at her melted liquid kulfi and shook his head.
"No, thank you."
"You have something on your face." she said, gesturing towards him. He missed it at every swipe, even after she pointed out.
"Here, let me help.", Nehal said wiping, the sticky sauce on his chin, with the dinner napkin.
"There! All clean." and she grinned.
It was the first time Nehal had genuinely smiled at him, without any sarcasm or irritation. Vicky couldn't help but grin back widely, a small hope blossoming in his fluttering heart. Maybe, just maybe deep down, I hope she does like me like I do.
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Sonal and Mohit were watching Mehek and Shaurya across the table. Well, more like Sonal, because Mohit was almost inhaling his dessert.
"Aww! Aren't they adorably cute together?" Sonal fawned over the couple, nudging her husband.
"Woman! I'm trying to eat here!" Mohit said, waving a dirty spoon. "I'm not interested right now", and licked it clean.
She scrunched up her eyebrows at him.
"All you think about is food!! Why can't you be more like Shaurya?"
"What? More richer?". "No, more romantic!"
He rolls his eyes, at his wife's silly demand. "Later". "No, Now!!". "What?! Here in front of everyone?". "Yes, even they are doing it". Shaurya and Mehek were feeding and talking to each other, he would say something to her now and then, she would smile and reply him, blushing back shyly.
"Okay then, here" Mohit tried feeding her a spoonful of the kulfi he was having.
"Not that!"
"Then?"
" Say something that would make me smile and blush."
"Alright let me think."
"Oh! So you need to think for that huh? Then why did you whisked me away and got me married to you? What did you tell me before marriage? I will take care of you no matter what! Now, where did that all go?"
"..."
"..."
They both looked at each other, she glared with anger while he looked at her in an amused smile. Licking his lips, he leant forward and said lowly into her ear.
"Have I ever told you before that you look very beautiful when you're angry? It almost makes me wanna, grab your sweet face and kiss your scowl off, from that delicious pouting red lips" Sonal gasped at her husband's bold words, she turned a blushing pink. Mohit leant back in his chair, feeling victorious, smirking to himself. Sonal risked a peek at him and he winked back, turning her face a tomato red. He snickered into his dessert at her reaction and she smacked his shoulder.
"Don't blame me. You asked for it!" He replied.
"I take back my words, you're better just the way you are anyway"
"I know." And they fondly smiled at each other. They both turned in time to see Shaurya and Mehek, feeding their dessert, when he whispered something in her ear and she turned bright red in response.
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Everyone's attention was diverted by PD, who asked for music; and Dadaji, while he asked if they are allowed. Vicky told them about Mehek and Shaurya are going to dance. Everybody except Svetlana started chattering loudly at that info.

"You both practised?" Nehal asked.
"Yup" Shaurya said, popping at p.
They both got up from their seats. He took her hand in his, heading towards the dance floor.
"Hey, everyone!! Three cheers for MehRya!" Nehal screamed loudly, she started chanting.
"MehRya! MehRya! MehRya!" Soon both the families and others joined in the chorus. Mehek and Shaurya grinned at everyone chanting their ship name.
"Ek baat batao, yeh MehRya kaun hai?" Dadaji asked confused.
"It's a couple's shipping name" Ravi Chacha said.
"Heh?Yahaan jahaaz kahan se aaya?" Dadaji asked confused.
"Dadaji, Bhaiyya aur Bhabhi ka naam joda hai.. Angrezzi mein usse jahaaz nahi kehte hai." Mohit explains.
"Okay." and even Dadaji joins in.

"Are you ready to show them what we got?" They stood in the middle of the large marble floor.
"Yes" Mehek smiled. Shaurya nodded at Vicky. He quickly hands Shaurya a cloth and goes to stand by Mohit.
Lights dimmed. Everybody hushed down quiet. And music started to from the speakers, vibrating in the hall.
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Just before you all read this, just for the feel please tune into the song of Bol Na Halke Halke from the movie Jhoom Barabar Jhoom. I tried my best to show how they dance but the rest is in your imagination.

A spotlight illuminated they as they stood facing opposite direction, a few feet away from each other, the thin translucent dupatta connecting them. Shaurya starts lip-syncing the song pointed upwards at his first line, pulling on the dupatta at his second line of the song.

Shaurya - Dhaage Todd Laaon Chandni Se Noor Ke. Ghoonghat Hi Banalo Roshni Se Noor Ke.

They both simultaneously turn around at the next instrumental music just like they practiced.

Shaurya - Ahh Dhaage Todd Laaon Chandni Se Noor Ke. Goonghat Hi Banali Roshni Se Noor Ke.

Walking towards her, he twists the dupatta in his hands, before placing it on her head. She looks up at him singing her line.

Mehek - Sharma Gayii Toh Aaghosh Mein Lo. Ho Saanson Se Uljhi Rahe Meri Saansein.

They slightly sway on the spot at the main chorus lines, while mouthing their lines.

Shaurya - Bol Na Halke Halke
Bol Na Halke Halke
Hoth Se Halke Halke
Bol Na Halke.

Mehek - Bol Na Halke Halke
Bol Na Halke Halke
Hoth Se Halke Halke
Bol Na Halke.

Mehek immediately ditches the cloth after her line finished. To spectators amazement, they both started waltzing at the instrumental version of the guitar. He would twist her between his arms while raising them again and again in timely tunes. He dipped her just as the beats slowed down before getting down on his knee and raising his palm towards her, lip syncing his next lines.

Shaurya - Aa Neend Ka Sauda Karein Ikk Khwaab Dein Ekk Khwaab Lein.

Singing her line, Mehek places her hand in his and pulled him upright by his shoulder. He pulled her back against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder.

Mehek - Ek Khwaab Toh Aankhon Mein Hai Ikk Chand Ke Takiye Talein.

Shaurya - Kitne Dinon Se Yeh Aasmaan Bhi Soya Nahiin Hai Iss Ko Sula Dein.

He sings his line, she pivots around, on her feet facing him and they both swayed again at their main lines. Still engulfed in his arms, she sang her while he did the same.

Mehek - Bol Na Halke Halke
Bol Na Halke Halke
Hoth Se Halke Halke
Bol Na Halke.

Shaurya - Bol Na Halke Halke
Bol Na Halke Halke
Hoth Se Halke Halke
Bol Na Halke.

At the classical music, they do some ball room dancing on the marble floor and at the faster section, he lifts her up and spins her around in circles. A/N: Just like when he fake proposes her in his home lawn and TL came in.

He places her on her feet at the slower tune, she steps away from him but he catches her wrist while lip syncs his next line and kisses the back of her hand. She blushes but doesn't break her eye contact when she sings hers.

Shaurya - Umrein Lagii Kehte Hue Do Lafz The Ikk Baat Thi.

Mehek - Woh Ek Dinn Sau Saal Ka Sau Saal Ki Woh Raat Thi.

He sings his next line while she lays her head on his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat, smiling contently. The world faded, leaving them with each other.

Shaurya - Kaisa Lage Jo Chup Chaap Dono Ho Pal Pal Mein Puri Sadiyaan Bitaa Dein.

She breaks away from his hug, swaying and sashaying her hips while hand gesturing, at the instrumental tune, circling around him, while he stayed in his spot. His eyes and head following Mehek, grinning at her. She stops in front of him singing out her line, raising her eyebrows at him as if telling him to do what the lyrics implied. She stepped closer to him and rubbed her nose as the solo flute faded away. A/N: Just like at the Holi Party.

Mehek - Bol Na Halke Halke
Bol Na Halke Halke
Hoth Se Halke Halke
Bol Na Halke.

Shaurya - Ohh Dhaage Todd Laaon Chandni Se Noor Ke.

Mehek - Ahh Ghoonghat Hi Banalo Roshni Se Noor Ke.

Mehek and Shaurya dance closer to one another and looking deep into each other's eyes as they sing their further lines.

Shaurya - Sharma Gayii Toh.

Mehek- Aaghosh Mein Lo.

Both- Ho Saanson Se Uljhi Rahe Meri Saansein.

Both - Bol Na Halke Halke
Bol Na Halke Halke
Hoth Se Halke Halke
Bol Na Halke.

Both - Bol Na Halke Halke
Bol Na Halke Halke
Hoth Se Halke Halke
Bol Na Halke.

They suddenly switch to Bollywood moves in the last four line astonishing everyone causing, wolf whistles and cat calls, which were mostly from Mohit and Vicky. Just before the song ended, they swing in together, he rested his forehead on her head smiling with their eyes closed in a perfect finish.
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The lights came back on illuminating the people in the banquet hall. There was a moment of silence and a cheer uproars loudly in the hall from both the families, hotel staff and the other guests who were staying there. At the happy couple and their first dance. Both of them beam at each other before turning to other people, who started making their way to congratulate them. Nehal and Vicky reach them first.

"Oh My God! Jiju-Di you were so awesome. You were just like the Hero and Heroine from the movies itself!" Nehal squealed loudly.
"Move over, fatty!" Mohit barrelled in tipping over Nehal, loosing her balance due to her high heels. She fell over with a squeak, on poor unsuspected Vicky, who barely caught her.
"That was superb you two. Great choreography", Mohit complimented. Sonal followed after Mohit, "Wow yaar, Mehek." Sonal smiled at her best friend and sister in law, "You finally got your hubby to dance to your tunes, huh? You made me proud girl!" She helps up a frustrated Nehal, who is glaring daggers at her older cousin brother. Both girls, winked at each other, before smacking Mohit upside on his head at the same time.
"Oww!" He winced loudly, rubbing the sore spots.
"Kya main tum dono ko mandir ka ghanta nazar aata hoon, jo kabhi bhi koi bhi aake baja ke jaayega?!" He whines.
"Toh kaam aisa karta hi kyun hai ki tujhe maar khani pade, oye ullu de patthe!!" his father, Jeevan Chacha admonishes him. Sharma and Khanna family, except a silently fuming Svetlana, gathers around chattering and laughing.
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SCENE VI

After A While

The night progresses, soon slowly everybody retreats back to their rooms for the night. Six young people make their way to the elevator.
"Where's Papa?" Mohit asked.
"They went back upstairs, probably 15 minutes ago" Sonal informs, "Why did you ask?"
"Nothing, just making sure it's finally safe for my nose hairs, further getting singed from all the fart fumes, he has been exhausting the whole evening." said Mohit, cringing at the thought. She smacked his forearm giving him a shut-up-look. They turned to look at Vicky who was rapidly speaking into his phone.
"Hello, Is everything going on fine with the quality and printing? I need the work done well or else you won't get your payment for the job. Make it happen and fast. I want the delivery done in two days.Dekhiye Mr Bajaj aapka kaam jaldi aur aache se khatam karna. Nahi toh aapko mujhse bhi koi aur dekh lega. Shaurya Khanna ka naam toh aapne suna hi hoga? Phir barabar se kijiyega!" Vicky ordered into the phone before cutting off his call.
"That photography-video shooting guy better had his job done or else!" He muttered loud enough for Nehal to hear him.
"Since when did you become like the old version of Jiju? All threatening and rough. Chill, let him do his work at his pace, he should have done a great job. Give him some credit." Nehal tries to pacify him.
He nods mutely, then looks behind him to see the coast is clear, he urgently whispered, "So you all know what to do with these two, right?" Everyone nodded, "You ladies brought your 'gift' to give to Bhabhi?" Both of the girls grin at each other.
"Yup, Jiju will have a heart attack when he sees her!!" Nehal says, excitedly.
"Oye! Buddhu!, we don't want that okay? We want them to do the deed, not go to the hospital!" Mohit remarks her.
"Alright! Mission First Night is on!" Vicky declares.
"No! I don't like the name. How about Mission Suhagraat?" Mohit suggests.
"That's even worst then the first one. How about the Phase of Seduction?" Nehal pipes up.
"What? No! That's stupid! How about you shut your mouth!" Vicky jeered at Nehal.
"You're stupid and a monkey face so you shut your mouth!" She hissed at him.
"What did you just call me?"
"Oh Good God! Would you just shut the heck up you two immature people! Fighting like children! You guys were even worst at the wedding for the Juta choorai ritual!" Sonal reprimands them, "I really don't care about what stupid names you come up with and just focus on the plan! Come on! Apologise to each other!" They didn't say anything, staring down at each other.

FLASHBACK

"Give me those shoes!" Nehal screams at Vicky, who was tugging on the other end of the mojadi.
"No, you let go!"
"Why should I let go? I was first to touch it.."
"Yeah well, big deal! It's my brother's shoes. So you should give it to me."
"No! It's my right as bride's sister to do this ritual! Please let me have it.."
"Hmm... Let me think about it... How about a big NO!"
"Meanie!!"
Shaurya and Mehek were waiting patiently watching those two in amusement, along with their family members. Both youngsters of the families tried to wrestle the shoes from each other's grip so that the newly wedded can leave the mandap.
"Should I walk barefoot from the mandap to the car?" Groom asked.
Bride shook her head, "Give them sometime. You will get your mojadis soon. Probably in non-wearable condition! But at least you'll get it."
"What do you think? Who will have the shoes? I'm thinking that my Saali Saheba will surely win!" Shaurya stated.
"Maybe. But she has tough competition with my Devaar so it can be unpredictable." Mehek smiled.
"Give me that!" Nehal pulled harder.
"Never!" Vicky grunted back.
"Let go or else.." She warns him.
"Oh yeah? Or else what? Whatchya gonna do?" He leers at her.
She glares at him before raising her foot with high heeled shoes and stomping it on his feet, almost crushing his big toe. He immediately let go, swearing and wincing, at the pain that erupted from his foot. "Oww!"
"Awww! I'm sho sowwy.. Is wittle Vicky hurt? Too bad." Tutting at him, she victoriously twirled the shoes in her hands.
"I win!!" She yells proudly. Shaurya raised his eyebrow at his wife, "What did I tell you?"
"I would say that was cheating!" She said nodding at their two siblings.
"Everything is fair in love and war, my dear."
"So what do we call this then?"
"A little bit of both." They saw Nehal let out a flying kiss at Vicky, ignoring his pain, he grinned and winked at her.
"Do you think that maybe they are...??" Mehek trailed off.
"I have no idea." Shaurya shrugs.
After giving Nehal her shagun amount, they got off stage, for blessings of the family members.

END OF FLASHBACK

"Guys! Right now, we have no time! Go on you two." Both of them mumbles a quick sorry to each other.
"Okay, here they come, remember your roles." Mohit said, shushing them.

Mehek and Shaurya walked, holding hands and talking, towards the four. He noticed, frowningly at the too innocent faces they were sporting. I don't know why but something feels really wrong with these people. He brushes it off as soon as that thought entered his mind. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. All of them entered the elevator. First Mehek and Shaurya then Vicky-Nehal following Mohit and Sonal. Vicky presses the two floors buttons and the elevator starts its slow ascend. Both the newly married were leaning at the back, by the railing. Mehek was finding the blinking floor indicator intriguing, Shaurya finds her intriguing. She knew he was looking at her and it felt pleasing. She remembers how he kissed her when they came down for dinner, she felt herself blushing at the memory. Shaurya smiled to himself knowingly as if he knew what she was thinking. They both were resting their hands on the railing. Mehek felt something touch her hand. It was Shaurya's finger. A second one joined the first, making slow deliberate circles on the back of her hand. She slipped her hand away from him, asking to silently stop by shaking her head. He smiled mischievously, sliding his hand closer this time, finally holding hers in his large one. Unknown to the lovebirds, four of them shared a secret look and nodded to each other.

"Hey Bhaiyya, can you see this for a second?" Shaurya got distracted by Vicky, who was showing his phone, his hold loosens on Mehek's hand.
"Mohit! NOW!" Vicky almost screamed, to both of their utter confusion. The second floor dinged its arrival, the doors slid open. Mehek watched as if in a slow motion sequence, both the guys picked up a surprised Shaurya. Mohit grabbed him, by his torso and arms and Vicky by his feet, Shaurya's head nearly colliding against the sliding door frame. With a loud battle cry, they ran out together, carrying his bulking frame.
"WHAT THE HELL! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME!! PUT ME DOWN, YOU TWO CRAZY BONEHEADS!!" Shaurya hollered.
"Keep running!"
"Mehek!!" Shaurya cried out. And the lift closed its doors, muffling the racket all three guys were making in the hotel's corridor. The elevator started going up again.
Both the girls looked at each other and then at the dumbfounded bride.
"Wh-What just happened here?" She finally stuttered out.
"Don't worry Di! Jiju will be fine and back soon. It's something about a ritual for men." Nehal replied.
"Okay."
"Wow! I thought we would have to control her but she is either very calm or very much in shock." Sonal whispered to Nehal.
"What are you two talking about?" Mehek asked.
"Nothing yaar Mehek, we just wanna show you something." Sonal stated.
"What's there to see?" Mehek inquired.
They shared an evil look and giggled, she immediately regretted to even ask them, with what they said next.
"It's a wedding gift, for your first night!" The doors opened again with a ding and they took off, tagging along with a now reluctant Mehek, towards her suite.
"Shaurya will be back soon, right?"
"Oho Di! Don't be so eager to see him. He will be there with you later tonight!"
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Meanwhile, downstairs Shaurya was squirming to escape from Mohit's strong grasp.
"Hurry up Vicky!! Get going already! I can't hold this Saand much longer!" He panted heavily.
"Who are you calling a Saand?" Shaurya spat out, "Let go of me you dumbo!"
To Mohit's relief, Vicky finally opened the door of the suite, with the third swipe of the card and still barely holding Shaurya, he stumbled in the room, half carrying and half dragging, his struggling brother in law. Vicky locked the door and Mohit dumped him, face-first on the bed, before collapsing beside him, out of breath. Shaurya mumbles all sorts of profanities, he could think of, into the bed. He sat up, to find Vicky standing over him.
"What the hell Vicky?! Is this how you treat your Bhaiyya?" He growls, "Why did you both bring me here? Are you going to do something to me? You know this is practically kidnapping!" His voice raising an octave higher, at the last word.
Vicky calmly looked at his furious brother. He turns to still exhausted looking Mohit, "Would you like to do the honours?" Mohit waves a careless hand, still lying down, as if to say to continue without him. Vicky shrugs to himself and addresses his brother, "First of all, calm down and don't worry. We have not kidnapped you nor we both swing in that way, don't you agree Mohit?"
"Yeah! We are so not gay! Because we love our wives Jiju." Vicky stilled at Mohit's statement but didn't say anything about it. He again turns his attention to his brother, "Bhaiyya, we are here to give you some advice."
"WHAT IN THE WORLD!!!?" Shaurya exclaimed loudly, "Have you both f**king lost your minds?! You guys carried me, like an animal, without my permission in front of my wife, just because you two wanted to give me some 'ADVICE'. Is there the word 'IDIOT' tattooed across my forehead?"
"No! But--" Vicky began.
"Exactly!" He cuts in mid-sentence, "Now be a good baby brother, take the card and open the door!".
Shaurya gets up, stomping his way towards the locked door. Vicky plopped down beside Mohit on the bed, with a sigh. He patted Mohit to talk, so he mumbled out loud enough for Shaurya to hear, "That door won't open until you hear out to what we want to say."
"Are you f**king kidding me right now?!" Shaurya clenched his jaw to stop himself from breaking something or more like someone's nose, preferably theirs, "I need to be back in my own room with my dear wife, At.This.Moment! Is that too much to ask? Now I have someone waiting for me. So Open The f**king Door!" His voice raising till he almost bellowed last three words.
Mohit sat up and shared a look with Vicky, unfazed by his anger, "Of course you do and you should but why don't you sit here for a while and listen to what we have to tell you."
"What do you have to tell me huh? You two are younger than me. What can you advice me about?" He pointed an accusing finger, glowering angrily at them.
"Surely, we are younger than you but we both have something that you don't!", Mohit stated.
"Pray tell me, O wise one, what would that be?" his voice dripped with sarcasm, crossing his arms over his chest.
"The experience of the First Night, with your significant other, on your wedding night" Vicky chuckles, hi-fiving a grinning Mohit, who added, "In Hindi, it means Hum aapko kuch salaah dengey, aapke Suhaagraat ke liye, Jiju!".
Shaurya's arms slackened, staring bewildered at his two relatives. "Tum dono pagal ho gaye ho kya? That's the reason you two lunatics brought me here?? You're not serious with this shit!"
"We are. Totally as a heart attack!" Vicky said.
"Calm down and come here. Have a seat. Hear us out and then you can take this card and open the door to go upstairs on your merry way!" Mohit patted the empty space, between him and Vicky.
"Fine! You lousy jerks! This better be good!" Shaurya reluctantly walked over and sat down. They started telling him things that are probably not the best idea to write here for now but later. His eyes widen, at each suggestion and pieces of advice they gave him until they almost resembled a pair of saucers.
What have I gotten myself into?' he thought to himself woefully.
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Upstairs, Nehal and Sonal brought out a small gift paper bag and placed it on the glass table in front of Mehek, who was sitting rigidly on a loveseat of the suite's living room. She wearily eyed the bag and then gave a questioning look at the two girls.
"What is this?" She asked.
"It's your gift, that we got for you." Nehal replied, "Open it!" She urged her.
Mehek slowly picked up the bag, as if it would explode like a bomb. She again looked up at the excited grins both of them were sporting. It actually scared her a little bit, she had to think. She finally opened the bag and peeked in. What is this thing? she thought to herself. She fished it out and puzzling at it first, after realising what it was; She immediately dropped it into the bag, as if it burned her and threw the bag on the table and stood up abruptly. "Tum dono pagal ho gaye ho? Yeh kya hai? Main aisa kabhi nahi pehnungi! Is that clear? I won't wear such offensive thing!" She shrilly stated.
"Why? It's not offensive, Mehek. What's wrong with wearing that?" Sonal asked her.
"What's wrong? The whole thing is wrong, why would you two think that I would wear it?!!" She freaked out.
"I wear such things Mehek. Your brother likes them. It's really normal. Come on try it!"
"Yeah Di! It's your wedding night after all. You can wear it for Jiju!" Nehal suggested.
"You stay out of this Nehal. You're too young for such kind of things!" Nehal rolled her eyes at her cousin's words, Mehek turns to Sonal, "And you! That was too much of information. Please, I would rather NOT know about you and my cousin brother's marriage life. That's just simply gross!" All three girls bickered for a while for the "gift". Girls pleaded her to try it once but Mehek wasn't hearing about it at all. Finally Sonal declared loudly, "Alright! Fine! Tell you what.. you wear this and I am, no we are, sure that Shaurya will go weak in his knees when he sees you in this." That got Mehek's attention, "Really? Ummm... I mean... do you really think that... he will like it?" She asked slowly. "He will love it. We are sure Di. Please try it... Just for Jiju..." Nehal requested.
"Okay, I'll try but just for Shaurya." She finally breathed out, after a few thoughtful moments. Mehek saw the girls shared another evil look with twins matching grins. "Great! What are we waiting for? Christmas? Let's get you ready!" Nehal clapped, excitedly. In the back of her mind, Mehek self doubted her decision for a moment. What have I gotten myself into?' she thought woefully.
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SCENE VII

Around 10 pm

The elevator opened on the 3rd floor where the newly wedded Khanna's were staying. And three men marched out on the corridor. One looked very much hapless, at the last minute words of "wisdom" the other two were giving him, while walking towards his Kohinoor suite. Vicky raised his knuckles and knocked twice on the door. A smiling face of Nehal opened the door, unconsciously Vicky smiled back, rooted at the spot in front of her. Other two men, were quick to noticed this but didn't comment. He was so distracted by the pretty hazel eyed beauty that he didn't noticed that Shaurya and Mohit had pushed past him and entered the room. Nehal snapped her fingers in front of his face to gain his attention. "Ohh hello! Kahaan khoye huye ho Drama Queen?". He shook his head before running his hand through his raven curls, he nervously mumbles, "Bas yahiin kahiin.."
"What?" She asked. "Nothing!" He immediately backtracked. "Weirdo!" She muttered. He mentally smiles to himself. I'm a weirdo Nehal. But only about you!
Inside Shaurya sat down thoughtfully on the chair, by the private terrace, lost in his own world.
"What did you two do to Jiju? Why is he so quiet?" Nehal queried. "Probably doing the revision of what we told him. It's a guy thing. Don't worry he will be come around just fine". Vicky shrugged. All the four huddled close together in the living room. "So is the plan working?" Mohit asked. "Totally perfect! She is inside, getting ready. We should leave now." Sonal reports.
"Wait for a minute guys!" Vicky said. "What now?" Nehal rolled her eyes at him, again. "We almost forget the 'thing' to give him." He pointed at the back of his brother. "Ohh! Right yeah..umm that!", Mohit cleared his throat awkwardly before turning to his wife, "You know I gave you a small package to keep for later. Can you get that please?"

According to their plan, they all had sent up, both Mehek's gift and package for Shaurya, through the hotel staff and placing them in the closet, right before dinner time. She nodded before disappearing into the suite's walk-in closet. Sonal emerged out in a few moments and handed it over to her husband, who passed it to Vicky.
"What's in it?" Nehal couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, eyeing the small paper-wrapped box.
"Something that will not make you a Masi and me a Chacha, by next year." Vicky explains. After her brain processes to what he said, horrific realisation dawns on her face, so she just mumbles a quiet, "Ohh! Okay!", with embarrassment. Vicky quickly wrote something on the wrapped bag with a pen he had and placed it on the table. He signalled everyone to get going and they all tiptoed out. Vicky was last out the door and he looked back, once at his brooding brother and the "box" he kept on the table, smiling to himself he whispered into the room, "Good luck Bhaiyya, you might need it tonight." Snickering quietly, he closes the door behind him, making his way towards the rest who were waiting, for him, by the elevator.

Shaurya heard the sound of the door closing and turned to notice the room had fallen quiet. Shutting the terrace door, he walked back into the suite, only to find it empty. "Where did they all go?" He thought aloud. Shaurya was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even hear them sneak away.
He ran his hand through his hair recalling, all absurd things those two men had told him earlier that night.

FLASHBACK

"Look out for her body language and hear and see what she has to tell you. She should be comfortable with you before you start." Mohit adviced.
"Try not to be too demanding or too aloof. Or else you won't be getting any action." Vicky piped up.
"What ever you do don't be crazy or even borderline insane okay? Leave that to the movies and shit!"
"Or else you might scare her off!"
"Try something new all the times. To spice up your intimate life."
"Role playing or something like that kind."
"You can also try food in the mix. You know like, chocolate sauce and whipped cream."
"What?!" Shaurya finally found his voice, Mohit opened his mouth to answer, he raised his hand, "No! Don't answer that. I really really don't want to know.." And shudders to himself at the mental image.
"Well, whatever you do. Please use protection. That is if you don't want to be a father and make us both uncles." Vicky suggests. Shaurya glared icily at him for that.
"Keep it clean or dirty intimate life. It's all on you. Discuss with your partner about everything you always wanted to try." Mohit addressed.
"Are you both done being a sexual Wikipedia?? Can I go now??" Shaurya asked miserably.
"Ohh and one more thing! Three words: Fifty Shades of Grey. Read the book at least once and not alone."
"What the f**k bro! You know that's your cousin sister and my brother, we are talking about." Vicky deadpans at Mohit, for his last advice to read the book. Shaurya shook his head, his eyes wide in shock at the mere suggestion that too from Mohit.
"Oh My God! No no.. This wasn't suggested by me!", he said with horror and then cleared his throat, "It was Sonal's idea actually. You guys really don't know by what pressure I'm saying this thing.. Ugghhh... I mean seriously don't blame me!"
"Fine. Are we done now?"
"Wait! There's more!"
"What now?!"
"I know I'm younger than you Jiju and Maa would have probably told you before but if you hurt my Mehek Di.. I will hunt you down and break your bones!"
"I won't Mohit. Never again." He promised, "So may I leave now?!"
Both of them nodded and they all walked out the room where mere moments ago, they had literally carried Shaurya inside.
They entered the elevator, he avoided looking at any of his two brothers and came out of the elevator with a sigh. Phew! At least now I'm free from these two bloodsuckers! He thought with relief.
"Come on let's walk our Bhaiyya to his suite and pick up the girls." Vicky told to Mohit.
"What?" The said Jiju asked, "No thank you... I will walk by myself."
"Ohh I see.. You're trying to get rid of us. But we are not going to do that." Mohit nods slowly. Shaurya tightly clenched his fist again. He's your brother in law KK. Don't punch him in the guts even if you want to. Mehek won't like it.
They all walked out of the elevator.
"Now remember all the info we gave you Bhaiyya."
"Yup, make us men proud!"
"And we will leave something for you out on the table, so make sure you do check it out, Bhaiyya." With that Vicky knocked on the door twice.
"Good luck and Godspeed to you Jiju." Mohit whispered to Shaurya. And the door opened revealing a smiling Nehal.

END OF FLASHBACK

He sighted the small package on the table. I really hope it's not the book they were talking about. He picked it up and read what looked like Vicky's handwriting scribbled on it.. 'Dear Bhaiyya, hopefully you will find this useful sooner or maybe later!. He ripped off the paper and his eyes widen at the condom box he was holding. What in the actual f**k? That little twerp! Giving me condoms? Those two are so dead! Chewing off my ears with all those advices.. And now this..!! Cussing mentally, he chucked the box aside on one of the loveseats. Tiredly, he rubbed his face with his hands. Maybe I should go and take a hot deserving shower. It's been a long long day. He went in the walk in closet and pulled out a white plain T shirt and a dark blue sweatpants from the wardrobe. He thought that Mehek would be in the master bathroom, so he used the common one to freshen up.

10 minutes later, he emerged from the warm bathroom, squeaky clean and his hair damp from the shower. He threw the wet towel in the laundry hamper. Plopping down with a sigh on the huge sofa, he opened his phone and checked for the messages and emails. After sending and replying a few mails, he switched it off and put down his phone aside. What's taking her so long? Is she okay or should I check on her? But as an after thought, he decided to give her some more time. To keep himself occupied, Shaurya switched on the TV to pass the time but nothing new was on so he turned it off. He got up and stretched out his wired up muscles. With another puff of air, he looked boringly around the room, then his eyes landed on the mini bar. Something to drink might help. He made his way to the rectangular wooden structure in the corner. There were glass shelves stocked with hard and soft liquors of various kinds with a small freezer, reserved just for ice. Various drinking glasses were showcased on the stainless steel platform. After looking at various labels on pricey bottles of different sizes, he picked up a red wine bottle. A sweet Merlot aged about 2 years. It's a great wine for first timers. He also opted out for a couple of stemmed wine glasses. I hope Mehek likes it. Wines are healthy and good for heart. He wasn't a drinker much but he would like to have, both types of white and red wines accompanied with Italian or French dishes. Food! How did I forget? I think I should find some snacks, to pair with the wine, in here... Shaurya rummaged around in the already fully stocked fridge, purposely avoiding the large bottle of Hershey's Chocolate sauce and a can of whipped cream. He pulled out some gourmet cheese, a small basket of ripe red chocolate covered strawberries and a bunch of juicy green grapes.

He carefully arranged them on a tray and placed it on the oval glass table in the living room. He again picked up the wine bottle, deciding whether to change it. Should I get the Chardonnay or a Bordeaux maybe?. He then heard some shuffling from the bedroom door. Finally! She's here!. The lock on the bedroom door clicked and Shaurya looked up in time to see the door swing open and a figure emerging from the room.
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Staring at her towel clad reflection on the large misty mirror, Mehek took a deep breath. She had taken a nice long bath in the large tub, with Lavender and Honey scented body wash, a gift complied by the The Oberoi Amarvilas hotel. She even applied a Vanilla body lotion on herself. "Alright now, Mehek. Come on you can do this. Wear it for Shaurya. It won't be a problem right? Right!" She was giving herself a pep talk in the spacious bathroom. Picking up the paper bag, she pulled out the 'gift' that her sister and best friend gave to her. Probably to make a joke out of me on my first night.. she thought wistfully. She stared at it, holding it at her eye level. "Maybe if I concentrate too hard then this darn thing will disappear forever." She lets out a huff of annoyance and blew out a strand of wet hair from her eyes. How pathetic of me. Talking to myself for minutes while my husband will think outside that I may have slipped and fell unconscious! Shaking her head to herself, she shoved it again into the bag. I think I should blow dry my hair and even brush my teeth!.

Deep down, she knew she was stalling for more time, but why not? She was nervous as hell, more then the time she first entered India's Super Cook. Every girl has her own set of expectations, from their partners, for their first night and this is Shaurya Khanna we are talking about. Everything has to be grand, classic, larger than life and over the top, just like him. She didn't know if she could handle his bold, wild and almost insane advances. But what Mehek truly knew, is that she loves him more than he could know, so she will learn everything about, what he wants from her and she will readily take from him whatever he offers her.

She had only read about such bedroom activities in books and saw some censored scenes a few times in the movies. But that was it. She had no experience whatsoever. Her first kiss was with Shaurya. Although she didn't kiss him back, which he kind of stole it from her, in front of her family; Sandeep and his parents. She had slapped him partially because of anger for stealing her first kiss and other due to embarrassment, that he caused to her and her family. She has forgiven him for that now. And the kiss in the elevator was nothing in compare to her imagination, not that she had anything to compare with or imagine anyway.

Her usual straight smooth hair had turned wavy from the humidity of the bathroom and the heat of the hair dryer. If Nehal would be here she would call her current hair style as the 'sexy messy hair'. Sometimes, Mehek didn't knew where she would get such words from. It's called the New Urban English Di! You seriously won't understand. Smiling slightly, she ran her hand through her now slightly damp and much better looking hair. Her mouth feeling more clean and refreshed. She again removed the thing from the bag. Actually it wasn't just a thing. It was a nightie. Taking another deep encouraging breath, Mehek removed the towel and let it drop by her feet. Without another thought, she immediately pulled the nightie over her head, zipping it up by her side. It fitted snugly at her upper body area. She rearranged her hair that got tangled in the process of wearing. She then wore the matching bottom lace boy shorts that accompanied them.

Braving a peek, she looked up at the mirrored reflection. First thought that came to her mind was Oh My God! Is that me?? Does this make me look like a fat cow??!. She twisted sideways to see the skirt of the nightie swirling with her movements. Actually it wasn't that bad as she thought. It was very smooth and comfortable to wear. She ran a hand over the laced length. It wasn't exposing, but rather showed skin in a teasing way with the overlay of the lace and wasn't really looking vulgar. It felt like it was more like her. She adjusted the straps on her shoulders. I hope Shaurya likes this outfit. I don't want this to turn out to be a bad idea.

After giving herself a final glance at the mirror, she picked up her towel and put it up on the rod to dry. Opening the door, she walked back into the bedroom. She put all the rest of the remaining jewellery, except for her chudas and mangalsutra she wore, into the safe and folded her lehenga neatly and kept it inside a small wooden wardrobe in the corner of the room. She still was wasting time. Who can blame her? She cleaned up an already made bed and sat down on it, with a heavy sigh. Mehek. You should go. Don't worry. He is your husband. He loves you. I'm sure that he won't laugh at you. Not at all. No. Because if he does then he will pay for it dearly. That's for sure. Nodding in approval to herself, the last line gave her some much needed courage to stand up and approach the door. She bit her lower lip and ran a hand through her messy waves. Open it! she urged. Bracing herself, she unlocked the door and opened it, with her heart thudding against her ribcage. Swallowing queasily, she stepped out.
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Shaurya nearly dropped the wine bottle he was holding. Mehek stood a few feet away from him wearing a Deep Maroon designed knee length nightie. The upper bodice was made with soft satin with spaghetti straps. Enhancing her bust area, the rest was an almost see through lace, hugging her curves at right places before flaring out at the bottom. It complimented with her fair skin. Her usual straight hair is looking hot as hell in soft waves framing her sweet tender face.

His eyes raked over her voluptuous figure. She stood nervously, looking down and wringing her hands.

"How do I look?" She finally asked after sometime.
He didn't answer. He didn't move. He stood statuesquely. Ogling at her. Oh Sweet Lord! What the hell is she wearing? He felt a savage urge swelling, deep in his chest and even somewhere down there wanting to do raunchy sinful things to her. His sweet, innocent, naive Mehek. How can he ruin her? He felt like the Big Bad Wolf and she looked the Red Riding Hood. He literally wanted to eat her, just the way he whispered to her during the dessert time. In a very sexual way, per se. Don't go around having any worst ideas..


"Shaurya?" She called him. Her doe like eyes chocolate brown orbs shining, staring at him to answer.

His eyes snapped to hers. Love, Shock, Adoration, Passion and Desire was evidently clear in his eyes; the wild intensity of emotions in them made her breathless. Butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She didn't understand. What was he thinking? He had been dropping hints all day. Why isn't he saying something? He turned and slowly walked back to the mini bar still saying nothing. He quietly placed the wine into the freezer, he was grasping the bottle very hard. Shaurya was physically trying to restrain himself from sweeping her up, carry her to that king sized bed and have his dirty wicked way with her. But she didn't knew about the turmoil of feelings he was going through. Mehek felt like crying. She swallowed a lump that started forming in her throat.

He hates it! I knew it was a bad idea. I shouldn't have worn this! This is a mistake. Why would he notice me wear something like this? I look like a fat cow! she sniffled slightly at that thought. He stiffened, his back still facing her. Did she say it out loud?. He mentally cursed himself, for making her cry. You are an idiot! You're f**king this up again Shaurya. She's going away. Stop her! Resolving his mind, he turns around and quickly strides towards her.

Dejectedly, Mehek headed for the bedroom door, feeling stupider by the minute for wearing such a thing, reaching for the handle, she felt a hand on her shoulder.When did he come over so quickly? Shaurya twisted her around to face him. She didn't wanted to so she tried to push him back but he was stronger. He caught both of her wrists in one of his large hand and pinned it above her head on the door causing her chest to thrust out almost touching his.

"You're not a fat cow", he whispered hoarsely, trailing his free hand down her side. She mewled when his thumb brushed the side of her breast continuing down her waist. "This is not a bad idea or a mistake, and I am very much f**king happy that you are wearing this for me and for my eyes only". With that he crashed his lips with her. Last thing she saw, was his dark eyes burning with love and want, before closing her own. This kiss was different than the one in the elevator. It was slower, much gentler and sweeter. This one was filled with passion and an unknown thirst from both of their sides that could be only be quenched through this kiss.

Shaurya was kissing Mehek as if his life depended on it. He bit down her lower lips, harder than before. She gasped and his tongue quickly gained entrance. Their tongues duelled, exploring each others mouths. She tried squirming from his tight grip on her wrists. His hand slid down to the back of her head, clutching it firmly in place, with his fingers curling in her hair. Her now free hands immediately latch on his neck, her nails slightly scraping his scalp. He growled into her mouth. She felt tremors running down her spine at the noise he made, warmth spreading through her thrumming veins, heat pooling in her stomach and growing more warmer with their kisses. His other hand at her curvy waist, slide down further before getting to the back of her knee and he hoisted it upwards. Instinctively, she reciprocated by wrapping her slender legs around his waist. They broke their kiss, but he still didn't stop there. He went placing small opened mouthed kisses from her cheeks, to her jaw and down by her neck, she let loose a noise from the back of her throat. He sucked at a weak spot behind her ear. "Shaurya!" She whimpered out his name, his beard creating a sweet tickling sensation against her neck. This was his new favourite sound and he wanted nothing more than to hear it again and again from her delicious lips. I should take this to some better comfortable place than by this door. He fumbled with the door handle for a moment before opening the door and stumbled into the bedroom, still carrying Mehek in his arms. He pushed her against the back of the door, effectively closing it. The wood creaked slightly at their combined weight against the large mahogany door. They resumed their passionate kissing again. She could feel the door knob digging in her back but she didn't care, all she could do was focus on the person who was holding her delicately yet kissing with equal fervour.

He broke their kiss and rested his forehead against hers, their heavy breaths mingling. Breaking contact, he peers up at her again. She opened her eyes to see his reflecting love and affection, reserved just for her. Her hair was all over her flushed face, so he tucks them behind her ears, a smile playing on his lips. Mehek never looked so beautiful, then and there at this moment, to Shaurya. Her eyes were sparkling, cheeks red and her lips. Good God! Her already plump lips are swollen... Absentmindedly, he ran his thumb over her bottom and then her top lips. She closed her eyes at the intimate gesture. Throwing her head back, it thudded loudly against the wooden door but she was way past caring anymore, his fingers make their way down her neck, following the path of his kisses. He remembers everything that happened during the Holi Party. And this one tops it even better. That time she was his half wife to say. But tonight she was his and he was hers. Calming down a bit, Shaurya slowly lets Mehek down on her unsteady feet, still holding he leads her towards the bed and makes her sit down, crouching down to her eye level. She suddenly turns shy again and ducking her head down or so he thought.
"Hey, look at me." He asked, "Mehek, love, please look at me." He raised her face with his fingers below her chin but her eyes remained downcast.
"Mehek, jaan look at me once. Please." He pleaded, cradling her face in his hands. Shaurya was horror struck to find tears that were threatening to fall from her wide doe eyes.
"What happened Mehek? Why are you crying? Is something wrong? Did I hurt you?" He panicked out. She shook her head at each question. She sniffled a little and he brushed off a traitor tear that managed to escape. Taking a deep breath, she spoke in a shaky voice, "Everything is fine. I just.. I just.. Felt overwhelmed .. that's all. Don't worry. I'm good." "So was I too much for you to handle then?" He joked to lighten her mood. Smiling, she smacked his broad chest. He snickers lightly. "You wish. Mr Khanna!" She chided him. "I would never wish for something like that, Mrs. Khanna!" He laughed back, "In fact, I would wish quite the opposite." He winked at her and she blushes again.
"Stay here and don't move. I'll be right back." He kisses her forehead and she nodded at his instruction. As if I have someplace else to go anyway. Mentally rolling her eyes, that could rival Nehal's. Mehek watched Shaurya open the door and step out, shutting it behind him. She lets out another sigh. All I have to do is wait...
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And that's it people!! You all gotta wait like Mehek too.. I'm going out this week and return back by Friday, so I thought why the heck not upload one part today and the other part next weekend. Less work for me anyway. Did you know while uploading this I accidentally deleted the dance sequence and had to write it again while listening to song three times back to back with rewind and pausing it a dozen times. Plus with all the Re's like rephrase, reedit, remove, rearrange and retract etc. Phew!! Writing is hard work but I'm learning grammar and extending my vocabulary so I'm not complaining. Your criticism is welcome. Let me know what did you liked or loved or even hated. I'm writing more but I'm not uploading the precap because I kind of regret uploading it last time... You can see I made a few .. I mean a lot of changes in the scene. I will not edit it from the previous chapter. Let it be. Okay.. So.. Comment and like.. Add me to your buddy list if you want the next and final part to be sent to your inbox... Till then. Take care, you guys. Love Y'all..

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