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"Chup kar chudel!" said Mayank. "Tu jaa Samrat, main isse samhaltha hoon," he said. Benji and him pushed Samrat into the room, closing the door. Samrat chuckled, locking it as he heard Mayank and Nupur arguying loudly all the way down the corridor. He turned to see Gunjan sitting on the bed, all dressed up, still in her wedding outfit. He walked towards his new wife, smiling. Wife; he liked the sound of that.
Gunjan looked extremely nervous. She would be of course, considereing how shy she was. Samrat let a small chuckle escape him when he saw her nervous face. She looked so damn beautiful that all he wanted to do was to take her in his arms and make her his forever. But first he had reassure her and get that nervous and confused look out of her face.
"Hey Chashmish," he said, coming to sit by her. She looked up at him, an extremely nervous expression on her face. Samrat put a hand on her shoulder; she tensed slightly. "Relax," he said. "Kuch nahin hoga. Tumhe nervous hone ki koi zaroorat nahin hai." Gunjan looked down. "Samrat mujhe dar lag raha hai."
He frowned. "Kyun? Maine kuch kar diya kya?"
She shook her head but still refused to look at him. Samrat sighed. He put a finger under her chin and turned her face too him so that she had to look into his eyes.
"Are baba, daro math," he said softly. "I won't hurt you, Gunjan. Agar tum nahin karna chahti ho, to karne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. Main intazar kar sakhta hoon."
Gunjan shook her head. "Aisi koi baat nahin hai, Samrat."
"To kya baat hai?" Gunjan moved her eyes away and refused to answer.
"Bataa mujhe Gunja," he said in a gentle but firm voice.
"Samrat, woh? woh? main?"
"Haan bolo."
"Woh? maine? aaj tak kisi madke ko kiss? bhi nahin kiya? to aaj ye? suhag raat?" she trailed off, blushing crimson.
Samrat chuckled. "Chashimsh, koi baat nahin. Main tumhe dikhata hoon. Magar main tumhare ijazat ke bager kuch nahin karoonga. Toh agar tum karna nahin chahti to?"
Gunjan shook her head. "Karna to chahti hoon, par?"
"Kya tumhe mujhpar bharosa nahin hai?" he asked softly.
"Aisi koi baat nahin hai, Samrat. Mujhe tumpar poora bharosa hai. Bus? mujhe to apne aap par bharosa nahin hai. What if it's not what you are expecting Samrat? Agar main tumhare expectations poori nahin kar payi to-"
"Stop," he commanded. "Mujhe tumse koi expectations nahin hain, Chashmish." He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Gunjan. Aur isliye, aaj ki yeh suhaag raat, bahut khoobsurat hogi. Meri expectations se kahin zyada hogi. Samjhi tum?"
Gunjan smiled suddenly. Wrapping her arms around him, she said, "I love you too, Samrat. Main poori koshish karoongi tumhe kush karne ke liye."
He hugged her back. "Tumne mujhse shaadi karke already mujhe bahut khush kar chuki ho, Chashmish." He told her softly. She didn't say anything but simply hugged him tighter.
Samrat gently pushed them both onto the bed so that he was on top of her. He tenderly stroked her hair with one hand while removing her necklace with the other. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
Once done with her necklace, he traced tenderly the shape of her face with his hand. Dipping his head, he slowly pressed his lips to hers.
Her eyes widened with surprise but closed as she kissed him back timidly. His hands moved to her waist, gently stroking circles on her back. They both pulled back a few seconds later, breathing hard.
Gunjan, blushing, stood up and walked to the mirror. She began to remove all her jewels. Samrat came to stand behind her. He tenderly stroked her hair and placed a soft kiss near her ear, making her shiver.
"Ab chalein?" he whispered huskily. Gunjan nodded, her face looking like a tomato as her heart raced at his touch.
She stood up. But before she could anything else, Samrat lifted her up, bridal style and twirled her around. She involuntarily shrieked and buried her face in his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Samrat laughed and carried her to the bed gently placing her on it. She pulled him down with her so he was on top of her.
He planted feather-soft kisses all over her face, on her forehead, her eyebrows, her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, slightly kissing it. She shivered at the sensation of is breath wafting across her skin and buried her hands in the sea of his hair.
Us raat us kamre ke andar jo bhi hua, usse un dono ke beech mein hi rehne dete hain. Bus itna jaanna zaroori hai ki us raat un dono ke liye sabse khoobsurat raat thi. Gunjan ki insecurities ko door karke, Samrat ne usse sach-much pyar kiya. Aur Gunjan ne bhi apni taraf se Samrat ko sacche dil se apnaya. Ab dekhte hain ki agle subah kya hua. J
Sunlight danced across her eyes, causing Gunjan to open them. For a second she didn't realise where she was. Then the events of last night came to her in a rush, making her blush a fierce red. She looked down to see Samrat still sleeping peacefully. His arms were tightly wrapped around her bare waist and their legs were a bunch of jumbled limbs under the sheets.
"He looks so innocent when he is sleeping," she thought placing a soft kiss on his bare chest. She would have liked to stay like that all day, but she had to go and make breakfast for them and the rest of the gang that would be arriving in a while to see them off at the airport. Sighing, she gently unentangled herself from him and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
A while later she came out to find Samrat still sleeping like a baby. She giggled and opened the curtains fully to wake him up. Seeing that he didn't she went close to him. She pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, but caught his lips instead as he turned his head. She gasped when she felt to arms sneak around her waist, pulling her onto him. She fell with a loud thud on him, breaking their kiss.
"Samrat!" she exclaimed, sitting up. He grinned wolfishly and lunged at her, pushing her down. Her hair, which was still wet from the shower, fell on his face.
"Kya hua, jaan? Position acchi nahin lagi kya?" he smiled from on top. Gunjan tried in vain to push him off her.
"Samrat, please. Mujhe jaake nashta tayar karna hai na? Hamare dost kabhi aa sakhte hain. Please chod do?" she pleaded.
"Nahin," he pouted. "Main tumhe jaane nahin doonga."
"Samrat please? Bacchon jaise behave math karo. Please mujhe jaane do?"
He pouted but let her go. Gunjan giggled. Pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, she said, "Go and take a shower. Tab tak main breakfast tayar karti hoon." He nodded and headed to the bathroom.
Around 15 min later, Samrat found Gunjan in the kitchen, cooking. She was humming his favorite song ? "Kya hua yeh?" with that angelic voice of hers.
He snaked his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Bahut accha ga leti ho tum," he teased her.
Gunjan smiled. "Thank you. Ab chalo, tum baitho, main abhi nashta leke aati hoon."
Just then the doorbell rang. "Samrat, zara dekho please ki kown aaya hai?" she requested. He nodded and went to open the door.
The whole gang stood there with flowers and boques in their hands. Nupur pushed her way past him and ran to find Gunjan. She hugged her tightly, nearly crushing her.
"Gunjan, tu theek to hai na? Kal raat kafi dard hua hoga na? Meri poor baby! Ab kaisa lag raha hai? Samrat tujhe theek se rakhta to hai na? Bol."
"Nupur, meri bechari patni ko saas to lene do," said Samrat coming to stand behind her.
"Oh!" Nupur let go of Gunjan, blushing. "Koi baat nahin di. Aur haan. Samrat mujhe bahut acchi tarah rakh raha hai. Aap bilkul chinta math kijiye," Gunjan sai smiling.
"Accha chalo, aap sab baith jaao. Main khaana parosti hoon," she said to the rest. They nodded and sat down.
A delicious breakfast, a ton of presents, the others' heartfelt and Nupur's bawling goodbyes later, Gunjan and Samrat found themselves sitting in the plane that was to take them to Switzerland where they were celebrating their honeymoon.
"I love you Samrat," Gunjan whispered, restiing her head in the crook of his neck. "I love you too, Gunjan," he said softly, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "Alwayas and forever."
Arjun
Anupamaa
