Ratan had managed to get the project of building a chain of hotels in Mumbai, New Delhi and Hyderabad. He was super thrilled to be recognized as the "Best Hotelier" in India because of his constant efforts and his hard work...and of course, because of the unrelenting support of his beautiful wife, his Diya.
Before Ratan had taken over the Hotel business, it was Diya who had handled everything for him,for 12 continuous years. She had not only managed to protect Ratan's life, but she had also given her own blood and sweat for the growth of Maan Singh's hotel business...and she had raised the bar so high, that she herself was considered as one of the best hoteliers in the whole nation. It was really hard for Ratan to match up to her skills, but she had paved his way so smoothly, and his own determination was so strong, that he was now being showered with immense popularity and just recently, he had managed to sign a deal with an international franchise, to build five star hotels in three prospering cities of India. Ratan was over the moon with his success, but he couldn't stop himself from thanking Diya for giving him important lessons in the business and for guiding him on each and every step.
The Kesar Mehal decided to celebrate this massive success by holding a three day celebratory festival. All the neighbouring estates were invited to come over and bring in their local talents. Ratan and Diya had decided to showcase the talents from each and every estate, so that the local masses would get a chance of popularity, and the success of such festivals always brought good name to the organizing estate. It was also an opportunity for the locals to earn income by selling off their creations, ranging from pottery, to handcrafts, to the beautiful Rajasthani embroidered items, to cooking competitions amongst the estates.It was a win win situation for everyone and Ratan, Diya and their entire family was very excited about it all. The arrangements had begun and local contests were being organized to select the top contestants for cooking, handcrafts and various other things. One such sport that was being held was Modern Day Swordplay. And the whole Surajgarh knew that there was not one better swordsman than Diya Thakurani Sa in the entire region. Chhote Thakur Bhuvan Sa was the best at it until last year, when Diya fought with him and won over him at the coronation ceremony of Ratan Maan Singh. This had let down Thakur Bhuvan Sa so much that he had actually given up on fencing and sword fighting,despite the fact that he used to love those activities, much to the disappointment of Chhoti Thakurani Sa.
When Ratan was finalizing the list of contestants in various areas, he decided to let Diya take part in the sword fight. When Chhoti Thakurani sa objected to it, saying that Diya was now the wife of Daata Hukum, and it did not fit her title to take part in local contests alongwith the local masses, Ratan dismissed it completely. He was a very broad minded person and he had no qualms about letting his wife do something he knew she excelled at. When Diya heard all this in the common room of Kesar Mehel, where all the family members had gathered, as much as she was proud of Ratan's thinking, she also felt bad for taking the place of Thakur Bhuvan sa. She looked at his gloomy face, and her heart constricted at his dejected demeanor. Of course he had not said a word of objection, but Diya knew that he deserved to be acknowledged more than her. So she said in a decided manner,
"Ratan, Kaki ma sa theek keh rahy hain. Aur waise bhi hum itne skilled nahi hain swordsmanship mien. Surajgarh ke best swordsman Kaku sa hain."
Thakur Bhuvan Sa gave her a dazed look, contorted his face in his typical "uh-huh expression and said,
"Par Thakurani sa, aap bhi jaanti se ke hum aap se aakhri baar haar gaye se. Phir hum best kaise hogaye?"
Diya went to him and bent down to touch his feet. Everyone in the house was surprised, and then they heard Diya saying,
"Kaku sa, last time hum Ratan ke maan aur Baapji sa ki talwar ke asal haqdar k liye larr rahay thay. Iss liye hum buht ghussay mien agaye thay aur aap ke sath larne ki gustaakhi ker bethe thay. Aap humien uske liye maaf ker dijiye. Aap aur hum sab yeh baat jaantay hain ke iss khel mien bhaag lene ke asal haqdar aap hain...kyunki aap se behter swordsman poore Rajasthan mien koi nahi hai."
Everybody was looking at her incredulously, and Thakur Bhuvan Sa was totally at a loss of words. He had the expression of comical disbelief on his face, which brought a smile on Diya's face but she was quick to hide it from him and from everyone else.
Everyone was standing in a stunned silence, when the sound of applause came from the right side of Diya. It was Ratan who was applauding for his wife's selfless gesture. His heart was bursting with pride for Diya. He knew it was a difficult thing for Diya to apologize to anyone for anything...but today she did that only to boost up his Kaku sa's confidence . He knew she was very capable of outmatching Kaku sa, but she chose humbleness over ego, and that was something really sweet. Ratan's proud smile and his applause was everything Diya wanted in her life. She knew he was really happy with her decision, and this made her very happy too. She looked at him with eyes shining with love and his tender gaze was transfixed on her beautiful, generous eyes,which were so full of pleasure that it made his heart skip a beat.
The whole family came out of their trance and Sakshi, Mohak sa and Nithya Bua sa started clapping too. A genuine smile burst on Thakur Bhuva sa's face and he for the first time, felt respected as someone important in the household. His mouth stretched into a huge smile, and he raised his stick above his head and started doing what he did best,next to sword fights...DANCE! He started to dance in happiness and started chanting his ever famous line, "Majjoo aagiyo...Majjo aagiyo." Ratan Diya and everyone else laughed at the comical display of his excitement and happiness, and Sakshi, Mohak Sa and Nithiya Bua sa joined him in his dance.
After a while, when Bhuvan sa started panting with exhaustion, he stopped and said,
"Hum bhaag tou le lien, pr hum ne aik saal se practise ko ni ki."
This time Ratan came to his help, and said,
"Koi baat nahi kaku sa... aapko ziada practise ki zarurat hai bhi nahi. Aur jo thori buht practise kerni bhi hai, tou mien chahta hun ke uss mien Diya apki help kerein. Kyun Diya? Aap kerein gy na Kaku sa ki help?"
Diya looked into his eyes. She understood that he wanted to showcase her talent too...and it humbled her heart. His pride, his desire to put forward Diya and her talents in every possible way was really heart warming. He was not at all like conventional husbands and she was extremely proud of him. Her heart bursting with love and pride for her husband, she nodded happily.
Bhuvan sa's mood again cheered up...but suddenly he remembered something and his heart started sinking with dread. He exclaimed,
"Nahi nahi Daata Hukum...Diya Thakurani sa ke sath aik baar larr chuke hain hum. Martay martay bachay thay. Inke sath practise kerein ge tou zinda koni bachien ge...humari pyari Thakurani sa ko kyun vidhwa kerne per tulay hue hain aap?"
Where Diya's face reddened with embarrassment, everyone else except Chhoti Thakurani sa burst into laughter. Mohak sa was quick to come to his Sasur sa's defence by saying,
"Haan Daata Hukum, Diya Thakurani Sa buht dangerous hain. In se tou humien bhi buht darr lagta hai. Yeh tou beghair talwar ke bhi dushman ko chit ker dety hain...talwar ke sath tou yeh dushman ka sarr hi na urra dein!" Bhuvan sa's face contorted in displeasure and he jerked his head towards him at the mention of the word "Dushman." Mohak lowered down his voice and said apologetically, "Hum tou apki side le rahay hain Sasur sa." Bhuvan sa hmphed and turned his face away from his idiot, good for nothing ghar-jamaai sa.
Ratan looked at Diya. He knew she was very embarrassed by this whole exchange. The memories of her mock attack on him during her case against Abhay came to him. He knew she was a warrior...she was a tigress...but he didn't fear her at all. He gently took her hand in his and said,
"Kaku sa, Diya apko koi nuqsan nahi pohancha saktyn. She knows how to handle herself aur ager last time, jab woh itne ghussay mien bhy thyn, tabb unhone aapko zinda chhor dia tou abh tou woh sirf apki help kerein gy. So relax, and start practising ...kyunke festival theek aik haftay baad hai. Time kam hai aur muqaabla sakht!"
So after Daata Hukum's order, everyone conceded to it and retired for the respective duties that Ratan had assigned for each and everyone.
Diya and Chhote Thakur decided to meet in half an hour in the basement downstairs to start their mock duel.
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Ratan had left for the hotel, and Diya was getting ready for the duel session with Kaku sa. She removed all her jewelry and wore a simple shalwar suit. Ratan had asked her to take all precautions to avoid any kind of injuries on her body, so a servant had just come to give her a protective head gear and a metallic chest plate, which was similar in design to the armours that warriors in old days used to wear. She had seen those heavy metal armours in the museum of Kesar Mehal. She smiled at Ratan's care and decided to wear all those things for his mental peace...because she herself would have preferred to fight without them...especially in this case when her fight was nothing but a mock duel. Deciding to concede to his wishes, she took all the protective stuff and went in the basement. Kaku sa was already waiting impatiently. She joined him there and told him about Ratan's wish for her to wear the mask and chest plate. Thakur sa proudly rolled his mustache and said with an air of superiority,
"Haan haan Thakurani sa...aap aurat se...aur iss mehel ki thakurani sa se... Aap pehno yeh sab. Hum ko tou zarurat ko ni hai!"
Diya bit back her smile and started putting all the things in order. She quickly rolled her hair in a tight bun and put her head and face protection gear first. Then she put on the chest plate and when she was done, she went to the corner where swords of different sizes were lying. She looked at Kaku sa. He had already chosen the heaviest sword, so she picked the next sword in that order and went up to him.
They started with their customary sabre salutes to each other, mocking the real traditional salute that is used in Fencing. Then Diya shouted "En Garde" and pointed her sword to the ground, placed her hands atop the sword handle and crossed one ankle opposite to the other leg. Bhuvan sa returned her formal salute and their duel began. They were both extremely good swordsmen. Both were worthy opponents of each other, their feet were quick, their speed was lightning and their display of power and strength was absolutely fascinating.
Ratan, who was worried about Diya's safety, came back from the hotel and was told by the servants that Thakurani sa and Chhote Thakur sa were in the basement. He came there quietly, and what he saw took his breath away. Diya's face, head and body were covered in the safety gear that he had sent for her. But she did not need any kind of precautions actually. She was so fast, her foot work was so quick, her hand holding that sword was so powerful, that Ratan was amazed. His Kaku sa was nothing less too. Despite his age, he was very agile and was a true swordsman. He was not wearing any safety gear and yet he was managing brilliantly not to get over powered by Diya. Their swordplay was very eye catching and Ratan found himself compelled to watch them duelling without even blinking his eyes. After a little while, Kaku sa raised his hand and asked Diya to stop. He was doing so much exertion after a whole year and he needed some time to re-build his stamina. He asked Diya to practise with him the next day. Diya understood and agreed with him. He kept the sword he had taken in its place, and left the basement. Both of them still had not realized that Ratan was there too.
After Kaku sa left, Diya pulled her head gear off. Her face and neck were drenched in sweat. She pulled off the stick securing her hair in a bun, and gave a massive shake to her thick hair. Ratan was enchanted by the sight of her. She was all flushed and sweating and her chest was heaving due to her exertion. Then she reached for the chest plate and removed it. That was when Ratan noticed that her shirt was also completely drenched in sweat. It was clinging to her body, and the shape of her beautifully sculpted body was easily visible owing to the light color of her shirt. Ratan's eyes were fixed on her...his heart skipped a beat or two. Her sweat drenched form was doing something to his peace of mind...
Diya, still unaware of the presence of her husband in the same space, reached for the wet towel to cool herself off. Her blood was pumping with all the adrenaline. As she started to wipe her neck, she felt somebody engulfing her from behind. For a second, her heart stopped,but then the familiar fragrance of Ratan's cologne hit her senses. Ratan's arms snaked around her waist from behind, enclosing her within the protective circle of himself. His mouth was on the crook of her neck...She felt his warm breath and unsteady heart beats. Her own heart had started thundering in her chest cavity. Ratan drew in her feminine fragrance, and pulled her within himself tightly. Drawing a shaky breath, he said,
"Diya...you are amazing. You know na?"
Diya's heart jump started at his voice...so near to her...his breath was fanning on her shoulder and neck. She shuddered, and with difficulty,found her voice and said,
"Ratan..aap?"
Ratan put his nose in the dip of her neck. His wife tilted her head to let him explore that area easily. Then she heard his voice,laced with admiration and something else...something she could not recognize...something that she had never heard in his voice. He said,
"Diya, mujhe bhi sword fight sikhayein na."
Diya's heartbeats were frantic now. His request was very innocent, but the way he had said it sent shivers along her spine. His voice had turned very husky...and it felt to her ears that he was actually asking for something else...something dangerous...something beyond their realms and bounds of friendship. His hands that were clasping her at the abdomen, untangled and one of his hand found its way along the course from her arm,to the side of her chest and waist, and landed on the side of her pelvis. Diya's head was spinning with the amount of sensations he was invoking in her. She somehow managed to whisper his name, "Ratan..."
In response, she heard his "hmmm.."
Diya managed to say, " Ap yahan kia ker rahay hain Ratan?"
Ratan lifted his mouth from her shoulder and laid his chin on it. Tightening his hold on her abdomen again, he said,
"Apko dekhne ke liye aaya tha. You are an amazing swordsman." Then he drew a breath and said, now quite seriously,
"Diya, mien yahan ka Daata Hukum hun. Apko nahi lagta ke mujhe bhi sword fight aany chahiye? After all Papa sa hukum ki ancestral talwar bhi tou mere hi pas hai."
Hearing his genuine request this time, Diya smiled and said,
"Kyun nahi Ratan, hum apko zarur sikha dein ge. Ap ko baqi weapons tou acchay se use kerne aatay hain, aur aap ki fighting skills bhi buht well developed hain. Bass aik swordplay hi seekhna hai aapne."
Ratan smiled and hid his face in the cascade of her hair. Then she heard his muffled and teasing voice,
"Tou bataiye, sab se pehle humien kahan se shuru kerna chahiye?"
Diya thought he was referring to his sword fighting lessons. She urged her heart to shut up and quit acting up, then she drew a steadying breath and turned all business like.
"Ratan sab se pehle humien apke arms and foot work per dhiyan dena hoga."
Ratan left her body and straightened up. She felt very disappointed at the loss of contact with his body, but then she reminded herself that he was asking her to teach him swordplay. So mentally chiding herself for her amorous behavior, she bent a little and picked up her sword from the ground. And without ever turning towards him, she moved a little ahead and called out,
"Yeh dekhien Ratan. Abhi hum iss technique se opponent ko salute kerein ge." She showed him how it was done, and then she started slicing thin air with her sword. With each attack to the virtual enemy, she was telling him about the techniques that she was using. The whooshing sound and her agile body was a sight to catch...and it was doing something to Ratan...something that he had never expected to feel for Diya. She was turning him on...without even touching him... He couldn't even see her face...but her movements were taking his breath away.
Un aware of her husband's lack of attention towards her instructions, and his overzealous attention on her body, she called him,
"Ratan, aap sunn rahay haina? Abh hum chahte hain ke aap humare haath ko peeche se pakrien aur humare sath hand work kerein.Uss se apko sword sahi se chalanay ka tareeqa pata chalay ga."
Ratan came and stood behind her and reached for her sword holding hand. The minute his hand touched hers, they both felt joules of electricity coursing from one body to another. She stiffened in shock, when he twisted her wrist, his fingers clasping and curling around her hand holding the handle of the sword. And then he moved their arms in the air, producing that whooshing sound again. Diya's body jolted with the sudden movements of his arm, and he stilled himself to stabilize her. His other arm reached and clasped around her waist again like a manacle.
He had never been this close to her. Diya's heart decided not to beat at all...and her breaths hitched too. She could feel his tall,hard body ,as if he had fused himself to her back. She tried to turn her head but his mouth prevented her from doing that. He had found a sweat bead rolling from her neck towards her shoulder and his mouth had bent down to suck it up. Diya felt heady with the amount of sensations he was introducing her virginal body to. The hands that were holding the heavy sword were all but forgotten.
Diya moved a little and his arm around her abdomen tightened...to hold her still. His mouth was devouring her shoulder now and Diya's own body was reacting to his assault. Somewhere in her mind, she knew that they were still holding the sword, but Ratan was not giving her any chance to move.
She hissed when he nipped her shoulder. That's when she realized that somewhere during the battle of her heart and mind, his hand that had been lying on her stomach, had moved to her breast, and was now splaying above her nipple. The moment she realized this, her body reacted to his touch on its own, and she involuntarily thrust her chest forward, and her nipple erected too, much to her dismay. The obvious need of her body was not lost to him, and his fingers started rubbing slowly on her nipple, despite the barrier of the thin shirt and her undergarment. Desire shot up her entire length, her mind going totally numb, she closed her eyes and leaned backwards into his body. His mouth that had been nipping and kissing her shoulder and the side of her neck now inched towards her jawline. He found her ear and slipped his tongue in the crevice of her ear. She shuddered violently and a moan escaped her mouth. Listening to the beautiful sound, Ratan's body became harder. She was welcoming his touch...she was ready to explore with him to the world where nothing but pleasure existed. His desire for her was undeniable...and her desire for him was extremely evident too. He knew that he had decided to divorce her, but he would find this kind of electrical intimacy with her, that he had not expected. He could not let her go now...and with some half formed idea, he roughly turned her around to face him.
Diya snapped out of her trance at his abrupt action. She looked at him, his eyes were languid and full of un-concealed desire and his breath was heavy. He clasped her hand around the sword handle tightly. She had forgotten that she was holding a weapon! Her eyes widened and she looked at their hands. And then she heard his quiet voice,
"Sword chhorien Diya." She automatically obliged to his voice and her fingers loosened around the handle. Ratan pried the sword out of her grasp, laid it down on the ground, and then raised up his arms to hold her by her shoulders. Both of them were breathing heavily,their breaths were still haggard from their earlier exploits, and their eyes were full of desire. Their bodies were evident proofs of their shared passion, but for some unknown reason, Ratan had slowed down. Diya was new to this but even she knew that his bold erection against her body was a sign of how turned on he actually was. And she didn't understand why he had stopped...and now was looking into her eyes as if he wanted to say something.
She decided to help him...and so, controlling her heartbeats, she said,
"Ratan, kia hua?"
Ratan drew a breath and brought his hand, rubbed it along her jawline, then laying it tenderly on her cheek, he said,
"Diya, I have never felt this way for anyone before...the way I am feeling for you today. Ap mery best friend hain...aur mujhe lag raha hai ke mien ap ke sath ghalat ker raha hun." He closed his eyes in desperation, and dropped his hands from her shoulders.
Diya felt as if someone had slapped her hard across the face. She felt as if he was rejecting her. Her heart started thudding painfully in her chest and her eyes brightened with tears of humiliation.
"Ohh.. hum samajh gaye...aap humien apne qaabil nahi samajhte Daata Hukum. Humien maaf ker dein. Hum se buht ghalti hogai." He heard her shaking voice. His eyes snapped open when he heard her impassioned statement. She had already moved away from him and turned her back towards him. He saw her picking up the sword and moving to the corner where all swords were kept. Her words echoing in his ears, he was dumbstruck.
"Qaabil nahi samajhte? Kia matlab hai Diya iss baat ka?"
She didn't respond and kept walking, her head high and her spine straight. He felt rage at being ignored like that. In quick strides, he reached where she was standing and whirled her around with force, and shouted,
"Kia qaabil nahi samajhta hun mien aapko? Arey mien khud hi aapke qaabil nahi hun. I am not good enough for you and you deserve so much better than me. I know I should free you from myself...lekin mien kia kerun? Na mera dil mery sunnay ko tayyar hai, aur naa hi mery body! Mien aap per nahi, apne aap per ghussa hun. I am helpless Diya...I can't stay away from you anymore!" And then he pulled her towards him with some more force. Her head snapped and that was when he looked at her face clearly. She had been crying silently! Seeing her tear drenched face, he forgot all about his anger. He quickly engulfed her in a hug and pleaded,
"Diya please...aap royien nahi. Please forgive me."
Diya jerked herself away from his hug. He looked wearily in her eyes and saw them bright with tears and indignant hurt. She brought her hands to his collar and shouted back,
"Kia samajhte hain aap apne apko? Itni aqal nahi hai ke ager koi larki resist nahi ker rahi tou iska kia matlab hai?"
Her anger and her question confused him. He asked simply,
"Kia matlab hai iska Diya?"
Diya felt like pulling her hair from her scalp. Clenching her fists around his collar, she gritted her teeth and snarled,
"Iska matlab hai ke woh pagal larki aap se pyar ker bethy hai. Mager aapko tou kuch nazar hi nahi aata. Gadhay hain aap!!!"
Ratan's eyes widened at what he heard. She had declared that she loved him and in the same breath,same sentence, she called him a Gadha!
His mouth dropped open, and he was at a total loss of words. Diya, who was expecting some response from him, got more angry at his inability to respond. Mindlessly, she attacked his mouth with hers and bit his lip, as if she wanted to punish him. Ratan was shocked beyond belief...but her bite on his lip shirked him from his reverie. His hands reached up to her back, one hand clasped around her nape to imprison her mouth where it was.
She had loved him all along and he was such a fool to not recognize it. He mentally cursed himself and did the only thing he could think of...he held her mouth with his, tightened his hold around her body...and deepened the kiss with all the longing and desire that he had felt for her. His mouth conformed along the contours of her mouth, his tongue probing her to part her lips, and when she did, it started dueling with her tongue.
Registering the change in Ratan's actions, her anger doused and she put all the longing and love she had in her heart for him in that kiss. The minute she softened her kiss, Ratan's body got more hard. He lifted his head a little and said in a contrite voice,
"Diya, stop torturing me now please. I can't stay away from you anymore. I have to make love to you now."
Diya's face was already red with her pent up emotions. She knew he had not said that he also loved her back, but the way he was helpless to stay away from her-that was very heart warming for her. So she managed to nod her head, as she was unable to speak. Ratan crushed his lips to hers once again, and they both lost themselves in the passion and heat of the moment. Ratan's hands went to undo the buttons on her shirt collar. The sight of her exposed lingerie wreaked havoc on his senses. He inserted one finger in the cup of her bra and jerked it downwards,freeing one of her breasts. The beautiful globe with the proud erect nipple drove him insane with need. He bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth. She gasped at the sudden attack...and the sensations that it brought to her entire nervous system made her unable to control her body movements. She thrusted her chest to grant more access to Ratan, and in the meanwhile, managed to free her other breast from the bra cup too. Ratan was completely mesmerized by her wanton behavior and her sheer passion...she was a tigress indeed. He devoured her other breast and lavished it with the same attention as he had given to the one before. Diya's head jerked back, her eyes were closed and she was writhing in his arms, but his hold was very strong. Her hands somehow managed to undo some buttons of his shirt too,and now they were caressing his chest lovingly. Ratan loved her touch on his body...her hands were caressing him with a fervor, and Ratan was more and more aroused by her actions. He bent a little and took her in his arms. Then he went to the couch in the corner of the basement and laid her carefully on it. His hot eyes were roaming on her breasts...that were now inflamed with the ministrations of his teeth and tongue . Diya squirmed a little by his intense gaze, but he started unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off. Diya's gaze was fixed on his beautiful, chiseled,perfectly carved chest and his rippling muscles. She swallowed hard and he loved her reaction at the sight of his body. He took off his shoes and unhooked his pants too. His gaze never left hers when he lowered himself, covering her body with his. Taking her mouth in his again, he started rubbing and kneading her breasts. She arched her body in response. He supported her back and made her sit upright. Then he started to take her shirt off her body. Diya let him do that. After her shirt, he unhooked her bra and discarded it too,along with her shirt. He then lowered her shalwar and found her wearing a matching thong. He brought his hand to her pubis and Diya's body lurched towards him in the shock of that intimate movement. He rubbed her back, kissed her collar bone and when she relaxed, he laid her down again and focused his attention towards her most intimate part. He inserted one finger inside her thong and touched her there. She squirmed and writhed feverishly, but Ratan was not to be stopped. He lowered her thong further, until her most sensitive part was exposed to his hungry gaze. Her eyes were clenched shut and her legs were trying to clasp tightly to each other. He smiled at her innocence and kissed her on her inner thighs. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at him. He was looking in her eyes, his face was red with restrained passion, and his breathing was hard. His eyes were seeking her permission, and seeing his need, her leg muscles automatically loosened up. Her utmost trust in him was his undoing. He raised and took her mouth in hers in a passionate kiss again. This time his kiss was full of the unsaid love that he felt for her...all along. Yes, he had loved her since the beginning, but he had not understood it until this moment. His finger went inside her and her mouth gasped against his mouth. He then slipped another finger in her intimate sheath...and Diya's mind went completely blank. Her body was now squirming wildly under his assault. He stilled a bit and she slowly opened her eyes. He looked into them for the last permission. She raised her hands to his head and brought it down against her mouth once more. This was all the permission Ratan had needed, and lowering his boxers, he freed his huge erection and brought it in immediate contact with Diya's intimate part. She was wild with need by then, and he could not control any longer too. So he buried himself in her protection. She jerked at the unfamiliar feeling down there, but soon all she was able to feel was mind blowing pleasure. He started rocking her and she forgot everything in those moments. She was so consumed by the sensations that she climaxed instantaneously, and while she was climaxing, Ratan lost all control and shouting her name, he too climaxed within her warmth.
After a while, when both of them returned to the world, they looked at each other and smiled contentedly. Ratan caressed her face and said solemnly,
"Diya... You know na what you mean to me?"
Diya was still in the process of regaining her equilibrium from her earth shattering experience, but she managed to nod somehow.
Ratan smiled at her and said,
"Good..because I want to tell you that you will have to live with me forever . I am not letting you go anywhere."
Diya's eyes held his gaze, and she asked him,
"Why Ratan?"
He dipped his mouth and inched it towards her and said with a smile,
"Because I love you, you fool!"
Diya burst into laughter at his phrasing and he took her mouth in a swift kiss. After several minutes, they both dressed up to the best of their abilities to restore some semblance, and left the basement. As they reached the common lounge of Kesar Mehel, they saw everyone there. Kaki ma sa looked ready to explode on Diya. She noticed that they both were glowing with happiness...and she inquired them darkly,
"Diya thakurani Sa, aap itni deir se kahan ghayab thyn? Aap iss mehel ki Thakurani sa hain. Aapko apni zimmedarion ka ehsaas koni hai."
Then she looked at Ratan and said, "Daata Hukum, aik hafta reh gaya se uss festival mien. Aapko hotel ja ker kaam kerna chahiye. Aap yahan kia ker rahay se?"
Ratan looked at Diya sheepishly, and then he said,
"Woh Kaki ma sa, mien Diya se sword fighting seekh raha tha." Diya bit her lips hard to hide her laughter, and Ratan quickly dashed towards the exit saying,
"Buht kaam hai mujhe, mien hotel ja raha hun."
Diya smiled at him and he left. Kaki ma sa looked at Diya and asked her to freshen up and then join her in the kitchen.
As soon as Diya reached her room, she received Ratan's text. It said,
"Iss pooray ghar mien humien privacy nahi milay gy kabhi Diya. We have to move to the presidential suite of the hotel! Puraani yaadein taaza kerein ge naye tareeqe se! ;) "
Diya burst into peals of laughter. She knew exactly what he was referring to. The presidential suite where they had spent so many hours together and discussed about love and how different their theories were...Who knew at that time that they would both manage to bridge their gaps...and despite being poles apart, who knew that one day Love would bind them to each other for eternity!
She recalled a quote that she had read sometime back,which said, " Once in a lifetime, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy-tale." This was their story..and for Diya, it was indeed a fairy-tale.
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