DiRa OS- Yeh Mousam Ki Barish...

It had been a very tough few days for the entire Singh family...the whole bankruptcy and then the jewelry theft fiasco had shaken them all to the core...but Ratan was the one who was affected by it all the most. At one point, he realized that some of his family members were more concerned about their own prestige and their own luxuries, rather than what Ratan had been going through in those tough times. If it had not been for Diya and her unrelenting support, he would never have been able to appear out of those rumors ever.

He already knew that Diya loved him a lot...but just because he did not love her like that, she had decided to divorce him...to set him free! Their divorce had already been filed and after a couple of months, they would separate forever.

But throughout this tough time, the way she had stood by his side, made amends of mistakes that he had made...it all stirred something within Ratan's soul. Recently Mohana and Yash had asked him to check into his heart to know the depth of his feelings for Diya, but he had been reluctant to do that. Somewhere he knew that deep within him, something had changed...definitely...but he was afraid to explore those feelings. He had caught himself gazing into Diya's beautiful face quite often now... he had started recognizing that his need to see her after every hour almost was something beyond his control. He tried to brush off his feelings by thinking that they were just because she was his best friend... but he had started to get affected by her presence...and her absence had started to drive him nuts.

Sadly, on the other hand, she had started to avoid him...she had started to avoid getting close to him...or even unnecessarily talk to him. And this was making him crazy!

He was determined to win his Diya, his best friend back at any cost!

It was night time, Ratan and Diya were in their room, trying to sleep... Ratan was lying on his couch, but he was not at all sleepy. Instead he was hyper-aware of the delectable beauty sleeping on the bed just a few feet away from him.

Suddenly wind blew, and the window opened with a bang. Thunder struck loudly. After hearing the horrifying sound, Ratan fell from the coach and Diya also woke up, thoroughly startled by the noise coming from outside.

"Ratan, app theek to hain nah?"

Ratan said, "Haan Diya mien theek hun... it's just that window open hone se I think thoda rain water mere couch per aagya hai." And then he exclaimed,

"Ohh God Diya! Mera tou sara couch aur blanket wet hogya hai barish ke pani se!"

Diya looked at his couch worriedly. It truly had gotten all wet... She thought for a few seconds and said,

"Koi baat nahi Ratan, ap yaha bed pai so jaiya "

Ratan thought for a while looking at Diya continuously. He felt as if Nature itself gave him a chance to win his Diya back. He suddenly said,"OK"

Diya was shocked because she had thought that Ratan would say no to her proposal. She started to think what to do about it now.

Different graphic visions started appearing in Diya's mind at the prospect of both of them sleeping together in the same bed. She mentally cursed herself for thinking all of the romantic things for her TEMPORARY HUSBAND. A sense of grief washed over her and she thought,

"Main or Ratan ek sathe nahi so sakte, nahi...''

Meanwhile Ratan was contemplating how to approach her...his heart was telling him to take her in his arms and bury his head in her chest...or better, he had this irrational urge to sleep beside her, spooning her...or...

He snapped himself from the dangerous thoughts for his TEMPORARY WIFE. What was he thinking? He kicked himself mentally for giving free reign to his thoughts! He decided to ask her about something more important instead,

"Diya, Hamara yaha koi extra pillow hai kya? Mera to bhig gaya hai"

Diya looked around and said,

"Hum abhi dekh ker aatay hain."

She was about to leave when electricity went out, leaving them in partial darkness. Despite the thunderous sky outside and rain, some moon light was still illuminating their room. Ratan said,

"Diya wait...aap kahin na jayein. Aap apne pillow per sou jayein. I will manage without it."

Diya said worriedly

"Pakka na Ratan? Aapke neck mein pain toh nahi hoga bina pillow ke?"
Ratan smirked and sported a serious look and said,

"Diya aapne woh suna nahi! Mard ko dard nahi hota!"
Diya looked at him with a weird expression on her face and started laughing.

Ratan looked at her annoyingly and said,

"Uffho Diya.. chahay tou aazma ker dekh lien. Mien poori raat pillow k bina soun ga bhi aur dard bhi nahi hogy mujhe!!"

Diya bit back a smile at his over confident tone and said,

" Okay Ratan... chalien phir ajayein... Lait jayein bed per... "

Suddenly they heard a loud sound from outside!! It felt as if someone was crying!! They took a torch and went out on the parapet of their balcony to check what was happening only to find that there was no one crying, it was actually raining heavily because of the thunderstorm!

They both looked at each other and sighed in relief.
Ratan turned to go inside the room when he saw Diya standing still on the parapet...she was lost in the sight of rain...the beautiful lightening sky was fascinating her...the rain drops calling her to come out and play with them!
Ratan was worried for her, so he said,

"Diya aaiye andar chale? Aapko thand lag jayegi."
Diya smiled and replied "Ratan humei baarish bahut pasand hai, aap jayiye, hum aate hain..."
Saying that, she sat by the parapet wall.
Ratan was looking at her and...
The beautiful sight mesmerized him... There she was... Garbed in her red night gown, her hair open, her face devoid of any make up, she had a childlike candor on her face. She had extended one of her hand outside to feel the rain on her finger tips...

Ratan's eyes were stuck on her, to say he was drooling would be an understatement...he was totally awestruck by the beauty sitting right in front of him! He was completely lost in drinking the beautiful vision she was presenting...She looked like a fairy in the moonlight and rain, with colorfully lightening sky...She looked as if that she had just landed from a star to sprinkle her star dust on him...

But his fairy did not sprinkle stardust...

Ratan was so lost in her that he didn't even realize when out of nowhere, his vision blurred as a splash of water hit his face!!

A groan escaped from his mouth as he wiped off the water from his face, and as his view got clear, he saw Diya laughing and pointing finger at him...

A flash of annoyance surged through Ratan, but it doused on watching her face glowing triumphantly and her beautiful giggle ringing in his ears... She was an epitome of beauty...but his beautiful Diya was getting wet now... She hadn't realized but her night gown had gotten wet from the back... Ratan shook his head in dismay and went back inside the room.

She was busy laughing and enjoying the raindrops when suddenly she sensed two hands engulfing her from the shoulder sides...a white blanket was draping her now, and two strong hands were holding her shoulders and keeping the blanket in place. Her eyes met Ratan's and her breath got caught in her chest on seeing him sporting a very compassionate look...her heartbeats got erratic when his grip tightened around the blanket...

"Diya apko thand nahi lag rahi hai ?"

Ratan whispered in her ears. The brush of his breath near her sent a shiver tingling along her spine. That was when realization dawned on her... she was half drenched and Ratan was engulfing her. She wanted to lean into his embrace...she wanted to feel his hands running all over her body...but ...

A surge of hurt hit her... Why did she keep forgetting that they were in nothing but a TEMPORARY relationship! She wanted to go back inside and weep in some corner over her lost love.

"Hame nind aa rahi hai. " She told him...trying to avoid him again.

Ratan felt as if someone was taking his most precious thing away from him...he felt he had lost his Diya for good!

When her body tried to get out from Ratan's grip, he took his hands away from her shoulders and the blanket fell from Diya's body. Before Ratan could pick the blanket up, Diya quickly took it and covered her back with it. Her conscious effort to hide her wet, clinging night gown which was hugging every curve of her body stirred something in Ratan again. He wanted to snatch that blanket away and peel off that night gown that was clinging to her as if it was her second skin! He mentally booted himself again and said ,"What are you thinking Ratan?"

"Apne kuch kaha Ratan?" Diya asked with a suspicious look. Ratan quickly averted his gaze and said, "Nahi Diya...kuch nahi."

That was when Diya realized that in trying to keep her warm with the blanket, he himself had gotten wet...and his shirt was all drenched with rain water now! His hair was also wet, and Diya panicked to see him like that. She exclaimed,

"Oh God Ratan, aap tou saray ke saray bheeg gaye." And without thinking, she engulfed him inside the blanket that she was using to cover her rain drenched back!

The contact of his wet body with hers shocked them both...

They looked at each other...their eyes fixed on one another...An electricity was running between both...and they were lost...they were dissolved in that moment.

After what seemed an eternity of devouring each other from their eyes, the lightening in the sky brought them back from the trance... and they realized that they had been caught in an awkward situation rather than a romantic moment...both were feeling embarrassed but none of them tried to speak as deep down, subconsciously, they liked the touch...the brush of one body on the other.
The touch that they both had craved...the touch that was truly electrifying...and addictive. They wanted more of it...The rush of feelings made Diya weak in her knees...the blanket was lying on the floor by now as her hands were holding his arms...without any conscious efforts, her fingers were digging into his arms...and it seemed as if his hands had developed a will of their own too as they had moved towards her wet back. They were so lost in each other that they didn't even realize when his arms encircled her waist and when she came closer to him...so close that there was not an inch parting them...their eyes were glued to each other...their breaths were getting shallow...and their hearts had started to thud in their chest cavities...in unison.

Ratan's hand involuntarily moved towards the belt that was holding the lapels of her night gown...and as if on a cue, his fingers simply undid her belt...

His action unleashed fiery passion within them! The rain had stopped by now ,the temperature had decreased outside, but between them, the temperature had risen to the highest notches! They were radiating ounces of heat by sticking to each other like magnets.
Diya sensed the movement of his hands and instinctively, she kept her hands on his...their eyes still not leaving each other...
Pure desire washed over Ratan, and it was taking a lot of effort to control himself now,but when Diya clasped his hands, he stopped for a bit and looked her in the eye...then slowly he loosened the touch on her body... Diya's eyes were languid with desire and love too, and acknowledging that, he reclaimed her body... his hands slowly slipped beneath her gown.She squirmed and her body thrusted forward, much closer to him...while her night gown loosened and slipped from her shoulders...leaving her standing close to him in just the inner body wear...her arms were bare and her chest was heaving up and down with the pent up desire and passion that was just waiting to be unbridled. The neckline of the inner piece was threatening to plunge southwards...Her state of...Undress...and her proximity to the handsome devil was wreaking havoc on her system now. Ratan's hand was still splayed across her back. He pulled her closer...lowered his mouth towards her ear, with a roguish grin on his face , he whispered,

"Diya..aapka gown bheeg chuka tha...Apko pehne rehne deta tou aapko sardi hojaty!"

Hearing this her mouth went dry and her soul smiled...she didn't reply...instead her expressions turned into that of an anxious lover who was waiting to be taken over by the storm of his passion.
At the same time she was surprised at her own wanton reaction when the gown slipped off her body, her immense trust and undying affection for her man was the key reason behind it..as she knew that she was in safe hands...those hands which were now tucked on her waist and that handsome face was now closing up on her slowly...she felt her heart would jump out of her chest...it was beating so fast! She was feeling ashamed of the reactions of her body and she knew that there was no turning back now. Surrendering herself completely in his hands, she closed her eyes and gripped his arm tight!

His handsome face was just a breath away... she could feel him getting closer to her...as if he was trying to remove all barriers between them!

He dropped his mouth in the crook of her neck...She swallowed hard..her eyes clenched shut, her fingers turning white due to her tight grip on him...his mouth was inching closer and closer when...

"AAACHOOO"

Diya's eyes jerked open... He had sneezed JUST before the damn action...and now he was looking at her sheepishly... with a red nose and watery eyes.

And that was when realization hit her ...

Daatahukum ko sardi ho gai thy!

Diya looked at him with a shocked expression on her beautiful face...and she burst into peals of laughter! One moment she was consumed with desire, and the next moment, she was laughing hysterically! Ratan joined her in the laughter, but he was acutely embarrassed too! His body was still hard with desire for this beautiful woman who was now laughing her head off... he wanted to grab her and kiss away the laughter from her mouth...but that's when another fit of sneezes hit him.

Controlling her hilarity, she picked up her gown and covered herself quickly, then by holding his arm she signaled him to walk inside. He sneezed again and blinked twice as his eyes were forming a red-ish color too.
Diya looked at him in concern and said , "Ratan aapko toh bahut sardi lag gayi hai, chaliye baithiye.
She made him sit on the bed and covered his legs with blanket.
All this while Ratan was watching her...his mind still clouded with the sexual attraction for her, but his heart was whispering in his ears,"Diya kitni sweet aur caring hain..."
As soon as she turned to go, Ratan held her hand and asked,

"Diya aap kahan jaa rahi hai?"
She smiled at his red nose and said sweetly,

"Ratan hum aapke liye fresh clothes lekar aa rahe hai cupboard mein se..."
Ratan immediately said,

"Par Diya aapko bhi toh change karne ki zarurat hai, aap bhi toh gheeli ho gayi hai...aap jaayiye change kar lijiye fir main karlunga"
Diya tried to protest but Ratan was adamant on sending her first.
So she turned and went inside the washroom with a new gown in hand.

As soon as she entered the washroom, she quickly splashed chilled water on her face to cool off her engines!

She was feeling as if her test drive in her favorite car had been cancelled at the last moment!

She also found the situation hilarious...

And she was getting worried for Ratan's cold too.

She hurriedly changed her clothes and came out.

Ratan was sitting on the bed, hit by one sneeze after the other!

Diya rushed towards him and exclaimed,

"Ratan... ziada tabyat kharab ho rahy hai?"

Ratan's eyes were swimming with water, his nose and cheeks were flushed, and his hair were wet. Above all, his wet shirt was clinging to his body .. Diya quickly grasped his arm and said,

"Ratan chalien, kapray change ker lien jaldi se..."

Ratan got up but he said,

"Diya please mujhe help ker dien... I can't see anything clearly...AAACHOOO!"

Diya mentally face-palmed, then extracted another shirt and shorts from his cupboard, and made him sit on the bed again. Then she pulled off his wet shirt...and Datahukum's perfectly chiseled torso came to her view...and her mouth went dry again!

Her eyes were stuck on his upper body and she was shamelessly checking him out when she heard "AACHOO!" again. Her mind came out of the block and she quickly threw the wet shirt away and helped him in wearing the new t-shirt.
She took his shorts and awkwardly handed them over to him...he grabbed them and signaled her to turn, she immediately obliged, and he changed under the blanket.
"Diya maine change kar liya hai."
She looked at him and they both passed a brief smile to each other. Diya then put her hands on his shoulders and made him lie down on the bed. She tucked him in the comforter so that he felt warm and cozy. When he was comfortable enough, Diya said,

"Ratan, hum apke liye kaadha (herbal concoction) laatay hain. Uss se apki tabyat jaldi theek hogy."

Ratan's pulse lurched in trepidation, and he thought in his mind,

"Diya...aur kaadha... Oh God no! Pata nahi kia kia mix ker dein gy..." A worried expression crossed his face and he quickly said,

"Arey Diya..nahi nahi.. kaadha waadha mien nahi peeta. Aap bas yahan bethy rahien...balke bethy kyun rahien. Aap ayein yahan.. leit jayein.. aap bhi tou bheegy thy. .Apko sardi na hojaye."

He ushered her towards the bed beside him and as if to reinforce, he untucked one end of his comforter and said with more force than necessary,

"Come come Diya..jaldi se comforter mien aa jayein... I am worried ke apki tabyat na kharab ho jaye! Aayein, lets go to sleep."

Diya was torn between her worry over his health and her nervousness over sleeping right next to him...sharing a comforter with him.. Her heart beats turned a little erratic as she thought helplessly,

"Neend kis kaafir ko ayegy aaj!"

She slid into the silk lavender comforter carefully so as to not touch Ratan even slightly... For a moment she was successful... "Achoo" Ratan sneezed again and Diya instinctively reached out to him and said worriedly,

"Ratan aapko toh bahot zyaada hi buri tarah se thand lag gayi hai... Aake liye hum hot water bottle le aate hain..."

As soon as she was about to get up; she felt a very strong tug at her waist and she fell right on top of Ratan...

She couldn't help it and a gasp escaped her lips... She looked at Ratan... He gave her a smirk and she felt his grip tighten on her...

"Jiski aap jaisi hot biwi ho usko hot water bottle ki zaroorat nahi hoti..."

Diya's heart stopped beating on hearing this ! Ratan's behavior was worrying her as she knew her resistance was as weak as Chote thaakur sa's resistance towards food! What!? Why am I thinking about chote thakur sa in the middle of all of this!! Diya aap bhi na! She mentally smacked herself.
Ratan was watching her expressions, her face was showing too much worry and it seemed that her thoughts had drifted somewhere else! Her beautiful face was etched with a mixture of anxiety, concern and nervousness!
He decided to interrupt finally...
"Diya...I am really sorry, mujhe aapko itna pareshaan krne ka koi intention nahi tha..." he loosened his grip on her waist and apologetically looked at her...
Meanwhile Diya came out of her trance when she heard him...he was looking so dejected...her heart melted and shaking her head vehemently, she strengthened her grip on his shoulders and replied ,

"Nahin Ratan aisi koi baat nahi hai! Hum aapki baaton se pareshaan nahi hue hain...hum bass...apki tabyat ka soch ker pareeshan thay She looked him in the eye and assured with a nod.
His heart released a deep sigh, and he smiled and said,

"Mien theek hun Diya... mujhe sardi hui thy...aur mujhe garmi ki zarurat hai. Aap kuch help kerien gy? He smiled mischievously, and Diya found herself smiling back at him.

All mischief was gone from his face and was replaced by a very humbled expression. He was watching her closely with a mixture of love and reverence. HIS DIYA was back...and he had realized that he was not capable of letting her go out of his sight for one moment even.

Heck with all the divorce and shit! He was not letting her go anywhere... This beautiful, brave woman was his and his only. He rolled over, pinning her beneath him now...

As a reflex to mark his territory, he touched her left cheek in admiration...but touching her simply was just not enough for him...and he soon found himself caressing it...But...

Even that was not enough now...

His body was rock hard with desire shooting through his system. He wanted to fill her...make her his completely...shower her with so much love, rock her world with so much passion that she would forget everything else...except his name...

He wanted her to moan his name again and again in the throes of that passion.

His touch was not enough for her too now... Her body was straining to get as close to his body as possible...mold into one... She wanted to be filled by him... She wanted to be claimed by him...and him alone. Her body was quivering for his searing kisses and his heat penetrating inside her...

Both were totally lost in that moment...

The feelings they had felt on the parapet in the rain, just a while ago, had ignited a fire within them. The rain had already stopped, and they were no longer wet with the rain water, but one thing was clear...
That night, they would not stay dry up for long...eventually both were going to get drenched in their own desire and passion!

Next morning, the residents of Kesar Mehal were surprised to find out that Datahukum and Thakurani sa BOTH had got cold and flu...both were sneezing their heads off...and passing sheepish grins to each other in between the sneezes...Everyone was questioning them about how in the world they both caught COLD simultaneously, and all they had to say was,

"Kal hum dono barish ke paani mien bheeg gaye thay..." 😃