OS: New OS Idea Pg 77 - Page 8

"Aray?!"'Dhatt' kya? Main sahee bole raha hoon!" shaan said seriously " Agar hum isseee tarah traffic main phansay rahay…toh humay yahan subah hojayay gee! Aur tum---tum ko toh already neend araahi hain---mera mutlub hain---back seat ko sahee say DEKHO---itni SPACIOUS hain---problem kya hain?", he continued looking at her intently. Khaanak stared at him in disbelief. Was he serious? She wondered. Was he THAT desperate? She thought. Surely not?! But as she looked into Shaan's eyes, she knew he was not joking. "Errmmm---Shaantanu—apka mutlub kay appp" but she was interrupted by the sound of loud honking just behind their car, the cars had started moving and Shaan, with a jolt realized that he was required to drive. As he got hold of the steering, he swore inwardly. Just my luck, he thought. Just when Khanak was about to agree! 'Oh shut up', said his conscience, 'You couldn't have made love to her in the car in the middle of a hundred other cars?!Are you crazy?!'it scolded him. 'Oh shut up' said a disgruntled Shaan to his conscience, as he turned the steering and made his way home. As he turned to look in Khanak's direction, he noticed that her eyes were half shut.

"Khanak!!!" he said loudly.

"Kyaa?!" said Khanak, getting a jolt.

" Don't you dare sleep!" he said warningly. "Buss hum ghar ponchnay hee walay hain."

"Hmmm," said Khanak. It wasn't as though she didn't want to stay awake but it was getting near to impossible to keep her eyes open. She sat up straight and looked at Shaan's desperate face which revealed his desperate attempts to keep her awake. Shaan was driving really speedily now. He thought it better to focus on his driving rather than his attempts to talk to Khanak to make her stay awake. When they finally pulled over in the drive way of the Khandelwal house, Shaan got off the car in a hurry and jumped to open Khanak's side of the door. Right on que it started raining. "Baarish! " exclaimed Khanak excitedly, all sleep forgotten. "Baaaaarishh", groaned Shaan, as though his worst nightmare had come true. No! he thought angrily! Not even the heavens could stop him from doing what he was supposed to do tonight, he countered vehemently.

Predictably, Khanak jumped out of the car and attempted to stride towards the garden, blissfully enjoying the rain but Shaan got hold of her wrist soon enough and pulled her inside the house. "Shaantanu, mujhay baarish main nahana hain!" Khanak whined like a two year old. "No Khanak!" Shaan scolded, shutting the door behind him. As he looked at Khanak, her wet hair, her wet sari, her stomach showing through her wet, transparent, sari, he got a spectacular urge to seize her and kiss her till the end of time. He touched her wet hair covering half her face and swept it to one side of her shoulder using both his hands. His lips were about to reach towards the edge of her exposed neck, when he heard footsteps. Grabbing Khanak's wrist again he hurriedly pulled her towards the kitchen before anyone could see. "Shaantanu? Hum yahan kitchen main kyun ayay hain?" Khanak asked innocently. "Woh iss liyay kay main----tumko----coffee bana kar day raha hoon---takay tumharee neend bhag jayay!", Shaan replied matter of factly. "Kaafee?laiking mujhay kaffee nahee peeni! Mujhay baarish main jana hain!" but Shaan was not listening as he settled himself with the kettle and the coffee maker. Soon he prepared 2 hot cups and they settled themselves at the little round table in the kitchen. Khanak was shivering and she pulled her pallu closer to cover herself. "Uss say kuch nahee hoga", Shaan said slyly, smiling. "Tumhari sari toh already geelee hain! Coffee peeyo!" Khanak picked up the cup, had a sip and put the cup down. Shaan looked up to see a huge blob of froth on her upper lip. He didn't know what made him do it but the next second he was out of his chair and had sprung himself on Khanak and before Khanak could so much as blink, she had found herself responding to Shaan's passionate kiss on her lips. As his kiss deepened, Shaan realized that coffee had never been so tastier as it was right then, neither was the taste of rain drops so delicious till he kissed Khanak's cheek, her neck and her shoulders. He was bent over Khanak who thought she might fall off her chair, since her hands were busy behind Shaan's neck. Little did she know that Shaan had been holding on to the chair with one of his strong hands. It was a while before he withdrew and when he did, he smiled noticing Khanak's lips had swollen more than they naturally were. It made him crave for more.

"Your first kiss", he said softly, his nose touching hers. Khanak looked down. She felt she could not meet Shaan's eyes after this. This was heaven! This one kiss beat everything that had happened between them in the past. True Khanak had dreamt about kissing her Shaantanu one day, but she had not known, until now, how heavenly it would be! Had she known, she'd have said those 3 darn words to him the instant he asked her to! She realized she had wasted so much time. Not anymore though, she thought.

" I mean---your first kiss----with ME", Shaan corrected, remembering Suraj, and jolting Khanak out of her fantasies. Shaan kept looking at her intently. Surely, she had shared a kiss with Suraj, he thought. They had been married, hadn't they? Khanak, however, put a stop to Shaan's musings by saying clearly, "It is my first kiss Shaantanu----Full stop", which made Shaan smile broadly and made him hug Khanak tightly, lifting her off her chair, still hugging her.

Khanak was the first to pull back, saying shyly, though now looking into Shaan's eyes, " Chalay?" Shaan could not believe his ears! Holding her face with his large hands he said smiling naughtily, "Naiki aur pooch pooch? Laikin tumharee coffee?" he added. " Neend bhag gaee Shaantanu" Khanak said confidently and made her way towards her room, their room.

Shaan followed. He wanted to give Khanak some space and so did not walk beside her to the room. When Khanak entered the room, he was two feet behind her. She moved forward, towards the cupboard when Shaan got hold of her damp pallu. He held on it with one hand and used the other to lock the door. When that was done he pulled the pallu, something he seemed to be very expert at doing and as he pulled, Khanak walked backwards. Finally the pallu fell off Khanak's shoulder, at which she exclaimed, putting her pallu back at its place "Shaantanu app yay kya kar rahain hain?" taking Shaan aback instantly.

"Errmm what do you mean? You DO know this is required right?" he said.

" Haan woh mujhay pata hain" she said,. "Laikin pehlay main apnay gahnay toh utar doon!"

"Oh!" said Shaan comprehending, and then smiling slyly again. "Let me do it"

"Theek hain", Khanak blushed. Shaan started with Khanak's earring. He took it off and kissed her ear lobe for the second time that day and felt the delicious taste of rain drops again. He repeated it with the second ear, making Khanak desperate for more. He proceeded to Khanak's wrist and took off her bangles carefully, kissing her palm and slowly going up her arm at which Khanak, who couldn't take anymore, moved to the other side of the mirror. He did not give up though and repeated his antiques with his wife's second arm. Then he gathered Khanak's hair and settled them towards her fore shoulder and took off her necklace, kissing her bare, moist back. As he proceeded to take off Khanak's mangal sutr, however, Khanak held his hand. "Nahin Shaantanu---yay nahin" she said seriously.

"Aray!Kyun?" Shaan said surprised.

"Yay mairee suhag kee nishani hain---main isay kabhee nahi utartee!" she said, breathing heavily.

"Laikin Khanakkkkk! Tum yay pahan kar…kaisay---I mean", Shaantanu whimpered.

"Kyun iss main aisa kya hain?!" Khanak's eyes widened. "Main yay nahi utaaru gee" she said angrily now.

"Fine!" Shaan became angry too. "Muth utaro! Laikin tumhara aur kya 'nahin' utarnay ka plan hain tum mujhay abhee say bata doh! Aaj kee raat bhee tum mujh say larna chahtee hon!"

"Main kaha lar rahee hoon! Aap hee lar rahay hain!" Khanak countered calmly. "Acha chalay ub aap light bund karay gay ya main karoon?!"

"Tum karo!" Shaan said loudly. "Har cheez main hee kyun karoon?! Tumko "I love you' bhee main bolo! Tum ko bahir bhee main kay kar jaoo! Tum ko coffee bhee main bana kar doon! Tumhara zaiver bhee main utaroon! Busss! Ab main kuch nahi karoonga!"

Khanak walked across the room and switched off the light. The room was flooded only with the moonlight now. She walked back towards Shaan and said "Soch leejiyay---Agar app ajj kuch nahee karay gay tohh---" and then she stopped. She saw a sliver of a smile on Shaan's face, who placed his hands on Khanak's shoulders. "Khanak---main kabhee soch bhee nahi sakta tha kay main tum say poochoo ga---par kya main tumhari –ermm sari---ermmm---mera mutlub hain---geelee horahi hain---tumko sardi lug jayay gee---toh tum isay utar hee doh" he said innocently.

Until she had not read the book, Khanak would have been completely dum about what Shaan had meant but now she just blushed and said softly " Aaapkay kapray bhee geelay hain. Aapko bhee sardi lug jayay gee!" and as she said it she felt herself go read and was thankful the lights were off.

And finally Khanak and Shaan made their marriage a meaningful one! But not before they argued for atleast 10 minutes about who would do the honours first—of avoiding the 'sardi'. Khanak kept insisting that Shaantanu should initiate (on himself) and Shaan kept insisting that he could prevent both of them from getting the 'sardi' simultaneously, since both his hands could work at the same time, one on himself and one on her! However, Khanak would not budge and Shaan, to avoid another serious argument when he was SO close to his desires, thought it better to listen to his wife. What he did get HIS way, however, was lifting Khanak up when she was least expecting it (in the middle of the beginning of another lame argument on who would sleep on which side of the bed) , throwing her on the bed and finally making a reality out of all the moves that, since minutes back, had only been a part of his pleasant dreams.