Here is a surprise to get you all through tomorrow! This is planned for two or three more shots. The response will dictate whether I will continue this story or not. The next part might be a 16+ but this one is not. Based on Samaina's life after marriage and Vishaka getting to know Naina.
Part One- Moonlit Coffee With Vishaka
On a particularly cold Wednesday night, Sameer Maheshwari would have expected to find his newly wedded wife sleeping in his arms. But no this woman was gone. Just when he had thought that his masterni was coming to terms with post marriage intimacy and they were ready to take their relation to a new level, she had left their bed in the middle of the night. Awakened by the emptiness and the sudden seeping cold that chilled his bones, he grumpily got off the bed as he walked around the hall in order to find his runaway bride.
Laughter drew him to his mother's room and the sight astounded him to the core. Sitting cross legged on the bed, sipping some hot liquid, the two most important women in his life sat laughing. Bathed in the serene silver light of the moon, the love of his life snickered heavily causing his mother to scrunch her nose up with cheeky grins; his mother adoring the woman he would spend his entire life adoring.
"Kya? tumne Sameer ko kya kaha? Ki tumhare baalon mein juen hai? Naina tumna sachme ekdum pagal ho." Vishaka spoke as she laughed, taking a long sip from the mug.
"Haan toh mummyji, aap hi baataiye na, mai kya karti. Jhoot mujhse aaj tak theek se bola nahi jata. Aur jo bhi boley hai Sameer ke liye bole hai. Upar se aap toh jaante ho na Sameer aur uske baal. Itni fikar woh meri nahi karti hoga jitni apni baalon ki karta hai." Naina spoke, positively glowing with nostalgic laughter.
"Khair wo toh hai. Sameer apne baalon ko banane mein ek ghanta lagata hai. Waise jhoot tum chahe kaisa bolti ho lekin coffee badi achi banati ho. Ek baat kahun?" Vishaka spoke as she tenderly looked at Naina.
"Mummyji, aapna duniya ki pehli saas hogi jo apni bahu se kuch kehne ke liye permission maang rahi hai." Naina sassed till she realised that her 'Nainadevi roop' slipped out by mistake and lightly held her one ear.
Vishaka's smile widened at this. She could see the signature posture of her son in her apology. These two had clearly travelled far in their relationship of 4 years. "Tumhe pata hai mai jab apne pagal bete ke saath tumhare ghar rishta lekar aayi thi na tab maine socha tha ki mai coffee ki ek sip bhi nahi peeyungi. Lekin woh coffee itni achi dikh rahi thi ki mujhse rah nahi gaya aur maine pure pee li." Vishaka spoke, biting her lips with a mischievous glint. Naina's eyes sparkled as she glimpsed that childish wickedness of her beloved husband in her glinting eyes.
"Oh ab samjhi. Waise aap jab chahe tab mujhse coffee banwa lijiyega. Pura haq banta hai aapka." Naina said, smiling widely; the smile that was most endearing to him, which broke on her face but shot right at his heart.
"Lekin mai toh saas hoon iss liye thoda lalach banta hai. Coffee ke saath saath tumhari company bhi chahiye mujhe." Vishaka said, her cheeks red with laughter. Sameer couldn't remember the last time he had seen his mother laugh so excessively with such abandon. But then his Naina's laugh was magically contagious; it could make the saddest person light up with its glow.
"Manzoor hai mujhe lekin ek shart hai. Aapko mujhe Sameer ki bachpan ki photos dekhani hogi. Maine jab usse kal pucha toh apna mooh banakar baith gaya. Aap dikhaoge na?" Naina asked, holding Vishaka's hand on an impulse. He could register her stiffened posture as she waited for his mother to rebuke her for that folly but surprise evoked from her when his mother gently held her hand and squeezed it as a symbol of affirmation.
A warm feeling brew up in his heart, foaming up the beats as they travelled to the darkened edge of his soul; where no one ever penetrated. "Naina, thank you beta. Mai janti hoon tum mere paas raat ko kyon aayi ho. Tumne mujhe dukhi dekha tha na jab woh ekdum se aaj suban delhi chale gaye?" Vishaka spoke, her eyes cast downward to hide what he could presume were unshed tears.
"Mummyji dukhi toh aap mujhe pichle kai din se lag rahi ho. Jab se mera grah pravesh hua hai tabse. Pehle mujhe laga ki mai aapko pasand nahi hoon issliye. Lekin fir mujhe laga ki baat kuch aur hai. Kyonki aap Sameer se itna pyar karti hai toh aap uski khushi mein khush hoti. Fir jab aapke husband aaj subah gaye tab maine aapke chehre pe waisi hi udaasi dekhi jaisi udaasi mere chehre par hoti hai jab bhi Sameer mujhse ladkar door jata tha." Naina spoke, as she smiled slightly into his mother's eyes. Vishaka smiled at the way Naina said 'aapke husband'; faithful to Sameer's feelings about him yet spoken with the politest tone to show her respect.
Sameer's heart stung at her words; making him recall all the times they had been separated and how each time a new wound had corroded through his soul. Yet here she sat, in all her strength trying to be his broken mother's support. The woman amazed him every day. His Naina..truly and officially his.
"Naina beta, tumne bilkul sahi samjha. Woh mujhse roothe huye hai. Kyonki woh Sameer ko pasand nahi karte aur mai unhe zabardasti uski shaadi mein le aayi. Aur phir shaadi ke dauran kuch misunderstandings ki wajah se humare beech mein ladai hogai jo bas khatam hone ka naam hi nahi le rahi hai." Vishaka spoke, fidgeting with the empty mug in her hands. Standing at the door, Sameer fisted his hands as his blood boiled remembering the tears in his mother's eyes. The woman had missed most of his childhood for that Somani's son, the least he could do is try to be part of festivities for his mother's sake. That ungrateful bas***d.
"Mummyji, mai aapse choti hoon iss liye zyada kuch nahi kahungi. Aap khud ek beti ki maa ho, apne saath kuch bhi aisa na hone dijiye jo aap Deepika ke saath hote hoye nahi dekh sakhti. Hum betiya apni maa se seekhti hai, unko dekh kar seekhti hai. Aaj agar aap jhuk jati hai toh kal kahin Deepika yeh na seekh jaye ki ek aurat ko hi humesha apna sar jhukana padta hai." Naina spoke, her eyes firm with a strong determination burning in them.
Vishaka sat struck by every word of her's. She could see why Sameer respected her so much because this girl commanded it. She had a fire in her which Vishaka had seen in very few people and her father was one of them. This girl no this woman was made of iron and she would be the perfect one to carry her son who gave up too easily on everything. Everything except his Naina.
"Acha ab mai chalti hoon mummyji.." "Tum mujhe ma kaho beta. Aaj tumme mujhe woh beti dikh rahi hai jaisi mai Deepika ko bante huye dekhna chahti hoon." Vishaka spoke as she tenderly caressed at Naina's messily tied curls. Naina smiled widely trying to suppress her tears as her cracked voice stammered out "Good night...m..ma."
Sameer leaned his head back into the wall overcome by all he had witnessed that night. A new liveliness had been infused in the walls of his life since Naina had become his wife. He no longer had to dream about her because she was right next to him. He no longer had to fill his silences with music because she was there to fill them with her never-ending talks and crinkling laughter. He no longer had to count the time till he got to see her because he woke up to her face every morning. And he no longer had to hug the 'Naina' pillow as he gazed at Naina's picture every night because he slept embracing her everyday; her face the last thing he saw before he fell asleep.
And this woman, even after four years together, did something new every day that made him fall for her all over again. How is this even possible? How could someone be so warm and loving yet so strong? As he stood leaning into the wall outside his mother's room, he reminisced something he had said long back as a guilt-struck teenage boy lost in life and love. "Tum kis kahani ki pari ho Naina?" To this day he hadn't been able to solve that mystery. Somehow this girl came into his life and changed it with her love and patience. She hadn't just rescued him from his own darkness but also rescued his relations. With Naina came beauty, colours, direction, immensity, passion, and love. Before Naina he was living but with her there was a reason he wanted to live.
He had been worried how things would go between his mother and his Naina. He wanted them to have a good relationship but things had never come easily for him. Even to get this far with Naina, he had to almost kill himself at one point. And he really would have if she wasn't going to be his. What was the point of living when your life is not with you? But somehow his Naina had appeased his worries, handled everything through her understanding of a woman's sorrow.
"Sameer tum yahan kya kar rahe ho?" Naina whispered as she shut the door to his mother's room. Her eyes looked concerned as she noticed the frown on his face. Unable to express what he was feeling he pulled her form into his embrace, the mugs in her hands clanking against his chest.
The warmth of her body exuded into his turning his skin into a heated cozy blanket, she was tiny in his arms, her head reaching his chest. Her curves felt liquid under his hands, their heat burned through the satin fabric. He needed her to make him feel complete, he had to touch her deeply to realise this was his reality. That she was really here because he had dreamt constantly about his togetherness and all of a sudden it felt unreal to him. He didn't want her because of what she had done, he wanted her because of all she was. Soft, warm, heartful, strong, and just so meltingly human. One touch of her golden skin and he would be out of his body.
"Naina I want to feel close to you tonight. I can't take this distance between us anymore. Would you let me touch you?" He whispered into her ears, his hands tracing the shape of her back to her delicate shoulder blades.
A tremble escaped her that vibrated him. She looked down for a second as if pondering something and when she looked back up at him her gaze was talking to him. She was nervous and shy but there was a different sparkle in them. Like a yearning as if she wanted to be touched by him.
"Y..y..yes." She stammered, cleared her throat and spoke more firmly "go to the room I will come after washing these cups." She descended the stairs clutching the mugs to her chest and he knew she was going to collect herself. Because she knew that he would not touch her if she felt the slightest hesitation and he loved that she knew him so well.
But even in that silent moment he was pulled to her. He quietly descended the stairs and observed her taking deep breaths from outside the kitchen door. This was going to be the longest wait of Sameer Maheshwari's life.
Hope you had a good weekend,
Bundles of love,
Sims <3
PART TWO- Page 7
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