SS: Salaam Namaste -LAST PART pg117(01/16) - Page 83

Originally posted by: Arjuhisis

kavyaaa, where r u/

happy new year to u dear

Will update by tomorrow night my time :D. Almost ready, I have to finetune it.

When love is in the air time flies, so fast years seem like minutes. Families bonded. Festivals doubled. There was no routine. They followed their hearts. There was Quran there was Gita, saying the same thing believe in god, do good, be human, reap what you sow. Two different cultures, essence almost the same. If he went to Mosque she went to Temple. When he did namaz she recited shlokas. How does it matter when the prayers are same, when the wishes are same, when the feelings, the love, the respect, emotions & dreams are all same. Language, religion, Country, Gender barriers are self made, they are there if you want them and not there if you dont want.

Arohi soon became the darling of their house. Even Arjun's dad was more comfortable talking to her. When Arjun received the bravery award he sat alone in his room and cried his heart's content, something he would not let his wife or Arjun see, but he let Arohi get a glass of water when his eyes were still misty he told her how proud he was of Arjun and how much he loves him. It was not like Arjun did not know. Most of the decisions his dad had taken always proved the right ones. May be that was an inherited quality.

Arohi understood arjun's meaning of being besharam. With her he had no limits and it was like seeing a new him every day. Every passing day she looked more beautiful to him. His romantic surprises sometimes took her breath away. Her passion drove him crazy. They had some occassional squibbles that usually ended up in passionate nights. Even a drop of tear in her eyes a slightest frown on his face would make them sad. If she went to meet her parents, he would call her every other hour, asking if she missed him yet. She would enjoy the besabri of her hubby. If she extended her stay he would act like a stubborn child. Sometimes he just craved for her attention. She relished every bit of it. If he was late to come home, she would wait impatiently. Weekends went according to her plans. She knew when he felt seeing her dressed up, when she should through some tantrum, when to seduce and when to console.

'yeh dekh mera shirt ka button tut gaya, kyun tutta hai itna' 'kyunki woh button hai' she rolled her eyes. 'silke do' 'dusra pehenke jao na' she said lazily. He pulled her back holding her waist. 'main aise pakadke rahunga, tum phata phat sildo' She too wanted to be held like that. She leaned forward to get the needle and thread, he inhaled her shampoed hair 'office chod du?' She raised her eyes and smiled, started stiching. All the while he played with her hair, her dress, slowly he wanted to do something more, when the needle pricked him 'sss' 'hogaya' 'toh bol nai sakti aise suyi se bata rahi hai' 'phir theek se khade nai ho sakte the' 'ho sakta tha, mujhe laga meri biwi ko thoda pyar chahiye' 'accha, kitna chahiye yeh bhi pata hai?' 'batau?' 'hmm' 'abhi' she glanced at the clock and panicked 'haawww chodo ab shyaam ko aake batana, niklo abhi' she had to literally push him out. closed the door and slowly calmed down going about her day thinking what all he would do to in the evening to show her how much he loved her. The little masti's were what they loved the most. While the occasional tiffs were not so bad either.

One morning before he went to work they had one such small fight. On top of it he had a rough day that gave him a headache. He could not wait to get home. He knew seeing Arohi and her smile will make him allright. He came home earlier than usual. She was still upset over the morning. She switched channels ignoring him. Now he wanted her complete attention. He knew that she knew what he wanted and still would not look at him. It agitated him more. He took off his shirt. He went inside and came out 'mera T shirt kidhar hai' 'maine toh nahi pehna hai' 'dikh raha hai, isiliye puch raha hu ki kidhar gayi' 'par nikalke ud gayi' she mumbled, 'kya?' he asked from inside 'dhundte raho kabhi toh milegi' she said loudly and got up to make him some tea, afterall one and only pati hai. He came out again 'koi bhi cheez apni jagah pe nahi rehta, dhundte raho bas yahi kaam' 'toh locker mein rakha karo apne sare cheez' 'seedhi baat ka ulta jawab ... aur yeh kya itni zor se lagaya hai bahar tak sunayi de rahi hai, awaaz kam karo sar dard hai mujhe' he said reducing the volume. It triggered her even more 'ofcourse ab yeh bhi bol do ki sar dard ki vajah main hi hoon' she said throwing the towel at him for which he had signaled. 'aur kaun ho sakta hai' he went in to change and came out again 'phir se utne saare takiya laga di? sone ke liye ek kaafi hai, roz inko neeche girana subah lagana, tang aa gaya hu dekhte' 'ek takiya? saaf saaf kyun nai kehte akele sona hai' she too came inside the room, forget tea ise toh kuch nai milega she thought. He came behind her suddenly relaxed. 'haan ek takiya, tumhe kyun chahiye main hu na tumhare takiya blanket gaddi sab, akele sone ke liye shaadi nahi ki' he now tried to nuzzle at her neck 'chodo, abhi toh sar dard de rahi thi na, kabhi yeh toh kabhi woh , main aur bardaash nahi kar sakti' she freed herself and started to comb her hair 'bardaash nai karogi toh kya karegi?' he picked up a pillow he had just put down and leaned against it on the bed, watching her. She looked at him, he raised his brow asking her to answer.

'mai maike chali jaaungi tum dekhte rahiyo' she said in tune, waving her comb towards the direction of her maika. He frowned 'maike chali jayegi? tu maike chali jaayegi main danda leke aaunga' he said in a tone with warning moving his hand. 'tu danda leke aayega main ped pe chad jaaungi' she said tying the combed hair into a knot. He laughed loudly 'kaunsa ped chad jayegi, hai toh chote mote paudhe tumhare ghar mein, uspe chad jayegi toh woh bechare tut jayenge' he laughed again ignoring his fuming wife. This is it, he not only laughed at her, he aslo laughed at her adorable plants calling them little. She came to hit him, he let her at first then held both her wrists and pulled her down onto him. She hit his chest with her fist 'chodo hamesha mera majak udane mein rehte ho, sach chali jaungi kal' 'jaake dikha' 'challenge mat karo mujhse' 'tumse hi kar sakta hu, abhi chudake dikhao, baad mein jaake dikhana' she tried 'chodo' 'sorry bolo pehle' 'sorry kyun, ladayi tumne shuru ki thi' 'subah ke liye kaun puch raha hai, jab main ghar aaya toh mujhe dekhke hasi kyun nahi, bolo sorry choddunga' 'nai' she bit his chin. in turn he kissed her 'good mujhe bhi chodne ka mann nahi hai'. She was wee bit pleased, seeig that he said in an exasperated voice 'baapre kitna rofh daalti hai mere upar main ek naacheez tumhare hath mein phas gaya, haan, milne do tumhare ammi, puchunga unse yeh aapko kis angle se naadaan lagi?' 'naadaan thi pehle, shaadi ke baad tumse barabari karne ke liye aise ban gayi' 'accha' he turned her over settling on top of her 'mujhpe ilzaam lagati hai? abhi dekhna kya karta hu' 'sach mein chali jaungi kal' 'theek hai main tere peeche peeche aaunga' 'aisa koi jagah hai jaha main tere peeche nai karunga'. She frowned. 'batao hai?' he asked her again with a confident look. She liked when he gave that look, that he knew everthing about her and he can never be wrong. But she had to disagree here. 'hai' she said stroking his hair back closing her eyes when he kissed her lips. 'nahi hai' 'hai' 'nahi hai' 'hai' 'kahan?' 'yahan' pointing his heart 'yaha sirf main rehti hoon aur jaa sakti hoon' he smiled in reply he started kissing her slowly while she wound her hands around his neck. He hugged her tight. 'Kitni gehri hai' she said 'doob gayi toh' she asked, 'mujhse kya puch rahi hai, main khud dooba hua hu'. He buried his face in her chest and took a deep breath. She pressed his face closer, gasping just like him. Knowing where this would lead she whispered 'Arjun' 'hmmm' he murmurred trailing kisses along her waist. She arched upward feeling the sensation and letting him know what it did to her. She wanted to kiss him, pulling him up she did. Soon they lost track of time.

They were ready to become parents. No sooner had they clebrated their fourth anniversary they found out she was pregnant. Another beautiful phase started. Everyone fussing around her arohi enjoyed all the attention. First couple of months she hated any food, next couple of month she loved all of it, for a month she cried at the drop of a hat, for a while she was super cranky, again she was as calm as a saint, last couple of months she just slept. One such sleepy morning she was having a soothing dream, lying on his arm. Arjun was wide awake. He didnot want to wake her up. She refused to leave arjun and stay at her parent's home even for few months. Her mom got tired trying to convince her, finally giving up, they decided to visit her every week. She was due anytime and preferred that Arjun stay home. She felt more safe when she slept holding him.

Without making a sound he slowly pulled his arm from under her neck pulling a pillow along for her comfort. Just then she caught his hand and tucked it back under her cheek smiling with her eyes closed. He let stay there and leaned back on the bed again and slept facing her. Stroked her stray hair ran his knuckles on her cheek he kissed. 'yeh chipku' he called out 'aur sona hai?' He blew air on her eyes 'main office jaake au?' 'nai' 'bas thodi der ke liye, yu gaya yu aaya' 'mm hmm' coaxing her some more he finally got a reluctant yes. He got ready and went upstairs for breakfast. His mom had again made arohi's favourite. 'arohi uth gayi' she asked 'nai abhi so rahi hai' 'theek hai main baad mein leke jaungi, uski ammi abba bhi aane wale the aaj' she said. his dad added 'tu office kyun jaa

raha hai abhi tumhe ghar pe hona chahiye kya pata kab zaroorat pad jaaye' 'nai aaj ek din jana hai bas kaam liptake aa jaunga dopehar' As all three were through with their breakfast arjun asked his mom 'ammi jab main paida hone wala tha aap bhi aise hi soti thi?' 'nai yeh bahut khaati thi' his dad replied chuckling. His mom while faking a frown fondly remembered how her husband considered her every little wish as a command. he was there like a shadow, somewhere along the time with her family detached he seemed to hold himself responsible and thus recoiling every now and then, but the truth that she was first priority remained undeterred. Arjun was the same, for Arohi he could go to any limits. Both she and arohi were blessed. The men were thinking alike about their wives, that they were just too lucky to have them.

That afternoon when Arohi's mom and dad had arrived Arohi went into labour. She was rushed to the hospital. She kept asking for arjun. He was informed, stuck in Hyderabad traffic he regretted his decision to work that day. By the time he reached she was about to give birth. as soon as she saw him she yelled 'kaha chale gaye the, meri thodi bhi parva hai ki nahi, mere mana karne ke baad bhi gaye, ab aane ki kya zaroorat hai, office mein hi rehna, apne desk se shaadi karlo, har waqt kaam kaam, pata hai kabse bula rahi hoon, mujhe koi phone bhi nahi diya, aur tumne bhi mujhse baat nahi kiya, ab waha kyun khade ho, mujhe bahut dar lag raha hai arjun, mujhe nai chahiye , yeh sab tumhare vajah se hua' she kept talking non stop. Doctor nurse and arjun stared at her open mouth 'dekh kya rahe ho kuch karo' she yelled again, everyone regained their composure and went about their tasks, Arjun held her hand tight kept encouraging her told her she was brave that she is going to be a mom soon, that he was proud of her, when the moment came a new life entered this wonderful(?) world filling the room instantly with new light, a rush of overwhelming love sore through them both, it was a boy, their son, a part of them, a piece of their heart was right there all cuddled up bewildered losing and unable to feel the warmth of the mother's womb the baby cried. Arohi forgot all the pain that she went through so far. She stretched her hands to hold the baby, the nurse took some time to finish the details and bring back the bundled up baby to the parents. Fist tightly closed, eyes tightly shut, baby safely rested in his mothers arms. Arjun sat down on his knees , thanking god for this gift of joy gift of life, he gently stroked the baby's fist. Tears rolled down arohi's eyes she looked at a teary eyed arjun he spread his arms covering both of them. It was more than what he could have asked for, his wife was safe and sound, his baby was safe, he would do anything to protect them. He choked at that feeling. It was divine.

Just like his mom the baby boy commanded everyone's attention, keeping everyone on their toes. Arohi was in bliss, Arjun loved seeing that. They both thought of a name for their son. It had to be Aman. In a few years Preet followed. Both the kids filled their world with love and peace.