Chapter 33: "Voh" ke Side-Effects!
They reached his room with him holding her by her shoulder and leading her into the room. He closed the door behind him but before he could say something she hurriedly walked out of his embrace. He watched her sigh with exasperation much to his amusement. He sensed her uneasiness but he didn't have any other option but to put her on the spot. He decided to make it up to her within the four walls of the room rather than be embarrassed by all the ladies. He crossed his arms on his chest and waited with bated breath for her tirade to begin.
"Hey Babaji, inhe sharam varam kuch hai ki nahi?" she groaned slapping her forehead and looking up towards the ceiling.
Maan looked up to see with whom she was talking to only to find the plain white ceiling staring back at him. Shaking his head at her absurdity he stepped forward and shook her slightly. "Darling main yahaan hoon, vahan kiske saath baat kar rahi ho?" he asked quirking his eyebrow.
"Aap!" she yelped pointing her finger dangerously at him, "aap vahan kya kar rahe the?" Her hand went to unconsciously caress her cheek where she had felt his lips a few moments ago.
"As far as I remember, nothing," he said shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.
"Aha, bhola mat baniye. Aapko acchi tarah se maloom hai aap kya kar rahe the," she replied her nostrils flaring in anger.
"Agar mujhe maloom hota toh main tumhe zaroor inform karta hoon," he said with an air of seriousness.
"Aap… aap mere samne tevar mat dikhayiye," she warned with her hands on her hips. "Mujhe pata hai aap kya kar rahe the. Aur voh sab soch soch ke na, main sharam se mar rahi hoon."
"Arre!" he exclaimed feigning shock, "main yeh kabhi hone nahi doonga. Ek hatta katta nau jawan aur voh bhi tumhara pati, aise kaise tumhe marne dega. Toh isiliye behtar hoga tum itna mat soch liya karo," he pointed out solemnly. "Dimag mein itna zor daalna buri baat hai sweetheart," he said with a smirk.
"Aap mere mazaak uda rahein hain," she pouted like a child realizing she had been cheated of her promised chocolate.
"Neki aur pooch pooch?" he replied with an impish smile.
"Hmph!" She stomped her foot, "Dekhiye mujhe mazak bilkul pasand nahi," she stated annoyed at his careless answers.
"Haan, aur?" He took a step closer to stand just a few inches away from her. His voice dropped to a low whisper making it sound extremely husky. His eyes traveled down to her lips and were fixed there much to her nervousness.
Sensing his presence a mere few inches away, her breath hitched in response. She was taken aback by his sudden step as he came to stand in front of her. His eyes reflected pure mischief while he waited patiently for her to continue. Unable to form the right words she stammered, "yye… yeh aapko kya ho gaya hai?"
"Tumhe kya lagta hai?" he queried briefly looking at her before his gaze went back to her soft pink lips.
"Mujhe lagta hai," she began nervously only to be interrupted by Maan stepping another step closer to her. She instinctively moved back a step while her body jittered at his closeness.
"Tumhe kya lagta hai Mrs. Khurana?" His hot breath fell on her lips tantalizing her senses to mere oblivion. He placed his hands a bit above her shoulders on the door encaging her. His body seemed so close yet so far; a mere few inches of gap between the both of them automatically created an air of sultriness. His gaze returned to stare at her beautiful pair of hazels wanting to permanently drown in them.
"Mmmu… mujhe lagta hai ki koi aajayega." She gulped looking quite nervously.
"Nahi aayenge," he assured. "Abhi abhi toh trailer dekhe hain aur unhe bhi pata hain ki picture pure karne main waqt lagega," he finished with a foolish grin plastered on his face.
"Vahi toh main aapse keh rahi hoon," she pouted scrunching her nose. "Ab sab logon ko dekh bhi gaye hain."
"Kya?" he asked confused at her constant rambling.
"Aap sabke saamne voh," she squeaked while her hands automatically went to hold her cheeks, "voh kardiya." She knotted her dupatta vigorously while her eyes refused to meet his. "Aapne voh kaise kardiya," she cried tilting her head slightly. "Hey Babaji, ab mera kya hoga!" Looking towards the ceiling she shook her head ruefully as though the world was going to end.
Listening to her constant banter, he scratched his head trying to figure out its head and tail. He heard her continuously referring to "voh" while regretfully complaining to her Babaji. He took a deep breath hoping to clear his mind and figure what she was blabbering all the while when it struck him. She was talking about the "kiss". A slow smile crept on his lips as realization dawned upon him as she whined and pouted mentioning "voh" continuously. Amused at her use of vocabulary, he decided to help her identify the word correctly. "Geet usse voh nahi, usse kiss kehte hain," he said watching her face turn red as she looked away hurriedly. "Aur vaise bhi ek pati apni patni ko kiss karna koi ajooba nahi hai."
Mention of that word had got her jumpy all over again, causing her to fiddle her dupatta mercilessly. Hot blood rushed to her cheeks burning them as she recalled him doing it to her just a few moments ago. She was literally dying of embarrassment and he hadn't seemed to realize the depth of the situation. "Usse jo bhi je kehte ho, aapko voh nahi karna chahiye tha!" Her eyes roamed around the room conveniently not meeting his. "Agli baar doosron ke saamne mat kijiyega," she declared only to realize she had hurriedly slipped away the words she never wanted him to hear.
"Toh agar chaar diwaron ke beech kiya toh tumhe koi aitraaz nahi?" His voice teased as he came to whisper them near her ear.
She instantly jerked her head to face him only to be horrified the next second. It almost seemed like it never happened but for a brief second she had felt it. And that brief moment had taken her breath away while she felt a strong current pass through her. She stared wide-eyed at him trying to wrap her head around the fact that his lips her accidently brushed hers. She wasn't a hopeless romantic per se yet that moment evoked all those mushy feelings described in those harlequin novels. Those lips felt familiar on hers but nothing really struck her except for the fact that it felt beautiful.
Maan too felt her lips accidently brush his as she turned to face him. Events of that night came rushing back to him. The night that broke all barriers between them. The night that gave a new meaning to his fight. A wave of content and calmness hit him as he remembered her open confession yet it pricked him she remembered none of it. And that fact she remembered none of it had him worried as he saw her stare at him. His anxious heart searched for answers only for him to not read her eyes. He saw her take a step back unsteadily while her hands came to cover her mouth.
"Mmm… main… voh," she mumbled with her hands on her mouth still staring at him. And before he could help it she ran out of the room to his dismay.
i know it was short. magar next update shall be lonnggg 😳 please hit the like button and leave your comments 😃 pweese 😳
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