Chapter 5:
The next morning, Sanam woke up to the sight of Aahil setting up a table of breakfast in the bedroom. He smiled as she sat up, confused. His eyes gleamed with a plan, determined to see it through.
He sat next to her. When she looked up at him, he cupped her face tenderly. Her breath hitched and eyes grew wide, the love in his eyes shining.
"Good morning Jaan..." and he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. She closed her eyes with the avalanche of emotions that small gesture evoked in her. She stared at him wordlessly, as he smiled back.
"I have a few surprises planned for you for today, First: Breakfast in bed. Second: This..."
He swirled out a blood red sari with a black sequinned border and laid it down on the bed in front of her. She continued to gape and dart glances from the sari to his face. This woman is so darn adorable, he thought, I do all this again, and she reacts the exact same way... I'm going to see it through according to plan this time around Jaan...
"Come on, get ready! We have a long drive ahead of us! Hurry up!" he prodded her as she blinked.
"Where are we going?"
"That I can't say until we get there. Just be ready quick!" and he left her, smiling to herself, to make other preparations.
Sanam freshened up and wore the beautiful blood red sari. She felt a strange nervousness being in this situation, is it dejavu, or just her feelings? She felt this moment very important somehow, she wished she would just remember already, she couldn't bear for Aahil to keep trying to make her remember something like this, and failing.
It was a beautiful sari and she felt absolutely gorgeous in it. Aahil jumped up from his seat and stared at her mesmerized. He watched her every step until she reached his side.
"This is beautiful Aahil. I feel like a princess..."
"You are a princess Sanam. Mine. You are so beautiful, words fail me..."
Aahil held Sanam by the waist, the heat emanating from his touch made her breathless. He suddenly pulled her close, and her hands trapped between their chests.
He tipped her chin upwards and said, "I love you Sanam.."
Sanam looked deeply into his honest eyes, and didn't know what to say. I think I may love you too. Not for what happened between us before, but for what you are with me now... But she had to settle with a "Thank you Aahil..."
He took a deep breath to calm himself and walked her to the car. They drove out of the farmhouse and onto the highway, a scenic drive with the windows down. Aahil put on some soft music to soothe the anticipatory mood between them. He took her right hand and placed in on the gear shift, and used her hand to change gears as he drove.
In between changing gears he gripped her hand, massaging and running his fingers softly over hers. She let him have his way, her only sign of being affected was her convulsive swallowing every few minutes.
After a while she couldn't take the sexual tension any longer, and sought reprieve in conversation.
"Aahil, tell me about Badi Ammi and Haya...where are they now? Why aren't they worried about me? I mean I was in an accident and they don't want to see me? "she asked. Aahil swallowed. He explained Badi Ammi's health problems and she was being treated in Simla. But in truth, he had no idea where she was. He told her about Haya, who had to annul her marriage to Faiz and marry Rahat, the one she actually loved.
He didn't have a phone number for her to call and enquire about her Badi Ammi. And he didn't want to involve Haya yet, as it would invite a host of stressful situations for Sanam, that he wanted to avoid.
Aahil felt like a worm, because he didn't know anything about her family and what's happened to them. So much for wanting to be a family man. He realized also that Seher might know where Badi Ammi was.
Sanam seemed to understand that he didn't have much information to give her about her family. So she took pity on him and changed topics.
" Fine, tell me about your family then..." she said.
Aahil spoke of his sisters who were studying abroad, a gambling-addict cousin who ran away after cheating his fianc, his Khala and Khalu and his Ammi. He didn't want to speak of his Abbu, or his birth mother. His right hand man Rehan, his stepbrother, sounded like an awesome person.
Sanam watched, as Aahil extolled the virtues of his Ammi. His stepmother Begum Tanveer. She couldn't explain the goosebumps that she felt hearing the name. She seemed to be an epitome of virtue, motherly love, sacrifice; practically a saint.
"Wow, Aahil! Your Ammi can't be this perfect... Can ANYONE be this perfect? Or is she perfect because you love her?" she asked ponderingly.
Aahil went quiet, frowning at her sternly. He didn't say anything, but he was not happy. The easy mood turned slightly tense. She removed her hand from the gear stick, feeling awkward.
Uh oh, it appears I have a rather sharp scalpel of a tongue... Mental note to self: DO NOT CROSS AAHIL'S AMMI.
"Sorry... I spoke out of turn. Forgive me... You are such a filial and respectful son, she is very lucky. My Ammi and Abbu died in a car accident when I was 2..." she apologized with a light touch on his hand.
Aahil swallowed. He remembered hearing that, her parents' in fact DIDN'T die in an accident, but in some mysterious mishap. But she got distracted from her investigation after he sent Rehan away to handle the Kohinoor project.
Goodness, was Rehan helping her find out about her parents'? And he was being a jealous brute!
"It's okay, forget it..." he said dismissively.
"Just like that? It's okay?"
"What..? I said it's okay..."
"You have an anger like summer thunderstorm, as quickly it comes, it goes..."
"Only with you Sanam... I can never stay mad at you for long..."
"Really? I'm that dear to you?"
"Of course, I Love you..."
Those words made Sanam go quiet.
"Get used to the words Sanam. Even if you don't remember me, I will keep saying it..."
Having effectively silenced her, he smiled a rakish smile and pecked her on the cheek. Her eyes grew wide with shock and blushed furiously. Aahil noticed that he can't remember ever flirting with her. Of course, they went from awareness to legally wed within days...
Time to fix that...
After sometime, they arrived to an open space of land. There was nothing there, a square piece of land bracketed with trees, a plot for a building.
"What is this Aahil? Why are we here?" she asked, confused.
"I gave you this plot of land Sanam, I wanted to build another dhaba for you..."
She looked about her with childlike wonder, unable to believe her ears. He would do this for me? Give me back my dhaba? Just like that? She looked into his eyes,
"Really Aahil? A dhaba for me?"
"Yes, Sanam. Come let me tell you the plans you had for the place..." He walked her around the plot and described what she had planned before. She listened happily, so touched that he remembered all this in detail.
She was so touched by his knowledge of her aspirations. She watched him speak animatedly, watching his face, lighthearted, happy and genuine. He then went on his knees right there in the middle of the plot, and gave her a beautiful diamond ring. It was an eternity ring, with sparkling diamonds running all around it, with their names engraved on it.
Her eyes glistened with tears, with love. I love this man, fiercely. I don't know what happened before, but right now, I love him so much. She took his left hand, twined her fingers with his and hugged it to her.
"Thank you so much Aahil. I can't describe what this is I'm feeling. It's all very confusing ..."
"Hey... relax, I'm not pressuring you in any way. I just wanted to show you the things we shared before," he gripped her hand in his clasp, and pulled her towards him gently. Putting his other hand on her bare waist, he held her close in his arms. She looked down at his chest, as she didn't dare look up into his eyes. Aahil rubbed his nose at the side of her temple, down her cheek, his hot breath made her swallow hard.
Aahil's lips hovered over hers as his hand drew circles of fire in her back. Aahil was seriously considering pulling back, as it didn't seem fair to seduce her like this when she couldn't remember him. But she caught him by surprise.
"Aahil..."
"Hmmm...?" he mumbled huskily.
"Kiss me..." she said, closing her eyes lest she regretted her words.
Aahil continued to stare at her lips, more than ready to oblige. "Are you sure?"
"I want to. Kiss you. The memories are a haze, but my body knows you... We are married...this can't be wrong, could it?" Sanam finished breathlessly.
"It's not wrong Sanam. But I don't want you to regret anything..."
"Aahil.. Shut up and kiss me, please..." she tugged at his collar and planted her lips on his. Aahil's hands crept around her and pulled her against him. One hand crept under the ties that held her blouse together as the other clamped her derriere possessively.
Aahil kissed her ravenously, their breaths mingling as they gasped between kisses. Sanam raised her hands up his chest to cup his face, her fingers touching his hair lovingly. Her fingers pressed down and stretched the skin over his neck, trying to pull him even closer.
He leaned back against the car, and let her lean on him between his legs. She touched him without being shy, just loving this feeling of being kissed by the man who loves her. She didn't want to think details, just to feel this moment. She unbuttoned his shirt to feel more of him.
He laughed lightly as she ran her hands all over his shoulders and chest, he continued to try and capture her lips again and again. He lifted her long hair away and buried his face in her neck, sucking on her skin, leaving bites.
Then she began to follow what he did. He saw stars in his eyes as she bit his neck lightly upwards, breathing into his ear. Who is making love to whom? He thought in the haze of passion. He cupped her breasts and she gasped as he quickly undid all the ties on her back to touch her naked breasts.
The sensations were too much for her, she was undone by the way his thumb massaged her nipples into tight nubs. He opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, and made her sit across his lap. He pulled down her blouse and kissed her breast hotly, each suckle shooting sensations like lightning through her body.
She curved in towards his body as he tried to free more of her skin. He looked up into her eyes then, and decided this was not the place for their first time. Anymore than this and he wouldn't be able to hold back any longer.
"Sanam, baby, we can't do this here. We'll go get a room okay?"
She looked at him, nodded silently and straightened up her clothes. He tried to control his breathing and his raging desire, got into the driver's seat and drove to the nearest hotel. Hand in hand they walked into the lobby, within minutes they were walking to the suite. Aahil didn't let go of her hand, secure and tight in his.
After locking the door behind him, he turned to see Sanam unwrapping her sari delicately from her body. Her bare-back with the minimal red silk ties, hardly concealed anything from him. After setting the sari aside she reached for the ties, and looked back at him, as though asking his help.
Goodness , this woman is going to be the death of me... he thought as he went to her. He pulled the blouse apart and pushed it off, running his hands all over her bare back and shoulders. She raised her hands and loosely gathered her hair up and he sucked at her long neck , reaching forwards to cup her breasts. Sanam leaned back onto his shoulder as he licked and kissed, watching his fingers knead her breasts into tight sensitive points.
Then she turned and unbuttoned his shirt, discarding it quickly. She quickly unbuckled his belt and trousers, her knuckles brushing his abdomen. The action of slowly unzipping him in this state of arousal was too much. Pulling her hands away, he pulled her skirt off and pulled her astride him on the bed.
"Baby, are you sure about this? If you're not sure, we can stop now..."
"Do you feel like stopping Aahil?" her big beautiful eyes pools of slumberous desire.
Satisfied with her answer, he turned them over and lay her gently on the bed as he divested himself of clothes. She gasped at the sight of him, slightly intimidated. Aahil lifted her head and kissed her deeply, his tongue robbing her of thoughts. He took her hand and placed it on his arousal. She touched him tentatively, like silk covering hard wood. As she shyly explored him, he gasped into her mouth until he could take no more.
He moved her hands to his head and continued to kiss her body. Touching her intimately, she gasped aloud, before covering her mouth in mortification. Aahil smiled at her and continued fingering her until she was ready for him.
Nudging her thighs apart, he positioned himself. Just placing his shaft at her entrance, he suddenly kissed her roughly. Confused with his ravenous kiss, she was distracted from the pain of his thrust. Completely buried in her, he came up on his elbows and looked into her eyes.
"Is it too painful ? Are you okay?"
"A little... but it's starting to feel good. Please don't stop..."
" I love you baby..." and he kissed her hard as he began to move. Slowly, the erotic back and forth robbed her of her breath and made her moan. Each thrust made her moan aloud uncontrollably. She tried to cover her mouth, but he kept pulling her hands away. She bunched her hands in the sheets by her side, but he made her hold him instead.
The pace intensified and he groaned as she dug her nails in his back and wrapped her legs around him. She felt an urgent heightening feeling, the pleasure increasing and increasing to a crescendo. She moaned and gasped into his ears as he continued thrusting, until she could make no more sounds. She arched her back and shuddered with her climax as he held her through it.
Watching Sanam moan in ecstasy was his fantasy come true. Aahil stroked her back from her release, and smiled into her eyes when she finally opened them. Breathless, she smiled back, her hands running all over his back teasingly.
Suddenly he couldn't take it anymore. He thrust and thrust urgently, as she held his shaking form. He gasped and pulled at her hair as he climaxed, pouring himself in her and shuddering. He pulled her atop him and rolled onto his back, tucking her into his arms. Aahil tried to bring his breathing back to normal, his hand lazily stroking Sanam's back.
"Baby, are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
But Sanam had fallen asleep, her head leaning on his shoulder, lips swollen and color smeared away by his kisses.
"I love you Sanam. So much."
She cosied up into him and murmured, "I love you too..."
Aahil thought he might as well die and go to heaven.
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