<Chapter 3>
After a lot of hesitation she decided to retire on the other side of the bed, whilst he occupied his side. He covered her with the purple duvet, the one which he got exclusively for her though he hated the color once, for being out of place with his monochromatic toned place. She faced away while her hair spread across the pillows. He looked at her facing her back, and sighed. They slept in similar positions earlier, but except for fewer instances, he never felt restless or dissatisfied of having to sleep apart, since his confused status during that time had him guarded. But now that he admitted everything that he had been denying forever, he was brimming with love, which had him squirming to this extent. For the first time, he felt possessed by the feeling of sleeping beside his wife who loved him like no one could, in this world.
He was wobbling with sensations urging him to take her in his arms, worship her the way only he could and give her himself, completely. Damn..! Here she is, all gorgeously angry at him and hanging on the edge of the bed, whilst all he could think of is ways of making love to her. He held strands of her silky hair, caressing it while she was asleep. After some time of tossing and turning, he finally fell asleep holding her purple duvet as if it was her.
Omkaara woke up to a pleasant sunny morning. He searched beside for her. She just came out of the shower, all wet and glorious enough to tempt his senses, even during a bright morning. He moved close as she seemed to concentrate only on getting ready. She picked up the mangalsutra to adorn it in her neck, while he stopped her, midway. She looked at him through the mirror. He seemed to look more ravishing in his ruffled hair look. She glanced down to avoid any kind of wayward temptations as he came closeby.
"Main pehnaaon?"
She looked at him, wide eyed. His eyes, gesture and warmth that emanated from his body, screamed love to her. Numbed by the feelings, she handed over the MS to him. While their eyes locked each other's gaze, he adorned the mangalsutra around her neck caressing all the way down her arms after finishing it. Then there was a silent drama.. He picked up the sindoor lying near. Before smearing her forehead he looked on in for a silent acknowledgement. The look on her face, her luscious looking red cheeks and the oceans of love oozing from her eyes, were more than sufficient for him to carry on.
"I wanted to do this often, when I see you wearing it everyday. Aaj mujhe woh mauka mila.. Gauri" He smiled leaving her shocked.. Did he want to do it often, before?
Saying so, he leaned closer to her as he brushed her cheeks with his hard stubble, taking in her delectable scent. His lips brushed her cheeks and chin while leaving her face, leaving her gasping a little. "Aaj, mujhe toda kaam hai. It will take almost 8 to reach. After that I wanted to take you to some special place. Are you ok with that, Gauri?"
She closed her eyes, for a second. Hey sankarjee, what is this man made of?
Her head was already spinning with this extremely different personality of the same man; she is getting to witness in a very short span.
"Agar kaam hai toh kal bhi jayenge naa.. Aaj kyun?"
"It's ok. Main manage karloonga. Jaldi aane ki khoshish karoonga. Teek hai"
Gauri smiled a bit.
***
She wasn't aware where he was taking her. Though her curiosities were peaking a bit, she tried to maintain a plain face. All through the day, she kept receiving messages from him reminding her that she was in his thoughts even when he was away. If not for her hurt, his attention would have sent her dancing in excitement. But now she felt happy, but not excited or flattered.
They entered a highly artistic studio. The golden name plate read her Jatadhari's name.
So it's his art studio, which is his work place. The red carpet studio was rustic, native and wooden, modern as well as classic, with various art forms and logistics. Gauri was awe-struck at some of his paintings, his sculptures and his wall of fame. There were various awards and accolades testifying her Jatadhari's excellence in his field of work. Then there was a corner room. His room.
It was a circular space with some unfinished paintings, a curtained wall and a table place.
He went near the curtain wall, drew apart the curtains. It was a walk-in place. Gauri was astonished for a second.
There hung 2 paintings of her. One was that of chulbul and another of her in the bridal attire when he married her. Her face, dress even the jewellery was exactly the same, that she wore during their bareilly wedding..
Gauri turned back with widened eyes. She faced her smiling jatadhari who was admiring her popped out eyes, o shaped lips and surprised face, every inch.
"eeh.. sab aap .. kab kiye hain?"
He moved closer and held her shoulder on one side, from back.
"Yeh chulbul ki painting maine tab kiya jab maine tumhe ghar chodne se rokha..after buamaa was sent for treatment. I was confused about my feelings towards you, Mujhe samajh mein nahi aaraha tha, aakhir gauri hai kaun. Par jab maine aankhein band kiye, I saw chulbul. That time I painted it"
"Aur yeh.?"
"Jab tu pregnancy ki naatak kar rahi thi na, uss waqt yaad hain, u hugged me in rain, crying over my chest. Tab mujhe ehsaas hua, chahe jo kuch hojaaye, tum jo bhi ho, jaise bhi ho, meri zindagi tum hi ho aur meri bachche ki maa tum hi ho. Uss waqt paint kiya maine"
Gauri was blown away.
<to be cont>
Edited by yayini - 8 years ago
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
