Tumhain apna banane ka junoon sar pey hai. ff chp 7 updated 11.12.16 - Page 2

Originally posted by: Supervampire

superb

show mein aise kyun nhi dekhate h :(

Originally posted by: -GrilledCheese-

amazing!

Yeh aarzoo hai keh dekhey yeh duniya hum jaisa koi deewana hee nahin.

Part 2.

Aryan had informed Harman on the possibility of Soumya being treated medically. The trend hadn't caught up in India yet but was common in the western countries where people due to various reasons had gender assignment operations. He had been clear to Harman about it being an expensive and thorny path but to Harman it had been a ray of light in his otherwise bleak existence. Maybe if God was smiling they might actually be able to live like man and wife. The thought alone gave him great joy; he though had decided to talk to Soumya regarding this matter. She had every right to reject this notion after all she would be the one going under the knife, more so he had not wanted to make decisions for her it was time she started doing that for herself. Their ride back home was pleasant and filled with cheerful chatter something Harman had missed immensely.

It was a relief in itself that the family had gone to bed and they had quietly made their way to their own bedroom. It hurt Soumya to think that Harman had to resort to such secrecy on her account nonetheless she was happy that she got to spend quality time with him. Having changed she had reached the bed to find him deep in thought.

Soumya: "Aap soye nahin?" concern evident in her eyes.

Harman: "Tumhara intezaar ker raha tha" he had smiled.

Soumya: "Aap kiya soch rahey hain? Gaari main bhi soch rahey they... Mummyjee key baarey main?"

He noticed the mention of his mother set her nerves on edge, it only meant that Preeto had successfully implanted fear in Soumya's heart and mind regarding herself. Harman had pulled her in his arms settling her on the mattress beside him taking her fingers to his lips he had kissed them softly.

Harman: "Nahin tumharey baarey main" he had informed her making her look at him in surprise.

Soumya: "Koi baat hui hai kiya?" she was terribly afraid now.

Harman: "Nahin baba har baat jo main sochta huun pareshaani ki nahin hoti" he had cradled her running his fingers against her smooth cheek. He noticed she had calmed and watched him inquisitively. "Agar aaj main tumsey kuch maangun Soumya..." he had looked at her doubtful on asking her to make such a sacrifice for him.

Soumya: "Harman jee aap mujhey dara rahey hain" her heart had started running a mile a minute, why was he hesitant to finish his thoughts was it something of grave portent. Taking his hand in her own she had tried to move away when he stalled her gently pulling her back to him.

Harman: "Soumya main chahta huun hum doctor sey tumhara checkup kerwa lein. Aryan keh raha tha chances hain keh tum theek... mera matlab hai... Pata nahin lekin jaana chahiye" he was frustrated now. Why couldn't he just speak his mind to her? Why was it that when she gazed at him through her hazel pools he felt lost his conversations blank? Soumya could gauge his trepidation and had laid his hand on her heart.

Soumya: "Aap jo kehna chahte hain woh bol dijiye main sun rahi hun" she had encouraged him and he had turned her face to him, she was so giving it melted his heart.

Harman: "Soumya ho sakta hai tumharey ilaaj sey hum waisey reh sakein jaisey pati patni rehtey hain" he had broken the news to her gently observing her eyes go wide in astonishment. Did she even know what a sexual relationship pertained to he had wondered. He had sighed then Aryan was right this was going to be a very thorny path to tread, not that his mission to love and then to save her had been a cakewalk. He alone had known the affliction her separation and subsequent disappearance had caused him and he did not want that imposed on either of them again. He simply had to know the extent of her genital malformation only then could they chalk out their next course of action.

She had stared him speechless what did he mean by that. Live like man and wife, like the way Kalsi lived with her husband. She did not have the slightest inkling of what a full-fledged sexual relationship referred to but her heart beat fast every time Harman touched her, her cheeks reddened with his intense gazes, was it possible there was more than just laying with him. Her silence had him perturbed, it was like watching a child figure out how to use the Abacus the first time, and it was killing him.

Harman: "Soumya kuch to bolo"

Soumya: "Pati patni ki tarah matlab? Jaisey hum abhi rehtey hain?" she needed to know what was on his mind. She could read the emotions writ large on his handsome features pain, excitement, fear. "Kahiye na" she had pleaded and had felt his hold on her grow tighter.

Harman: "Shayad bata nahin paaunga" he had whispered "Per dikha sakta huun" he had neared her tenderly cupping her face in his hands he had planted copious kisses on her beauteous face. His lips had travelled a fiery path from her eyes to her pert nose; hovering slightly over her velvet lips he had claimed them as his own. He felt her tremble yet had not let go his mouth increasing the pressure on hers making her gasp, allowing him to taste her sweetness. He had not stopped rather had drawn her in to him burning hot kisses on her collarbone and exposed neck. He could feel her stiffen in his hold, he understood she needed room and had let go of her. He noticed she had grasped his kurta, her face depicting her raw sensations her colored cheeks, her glazed eyes and that confused expression. "Aur buhut kuch" he had stated placidly distancing himself from her. Yet his heart had thudded wildly in his chest and he had breathed heavily just touching her made him go so wild how was he to maintain distance from her at this rate.

Soumya who had been transfixed by Harman's electrifying touch on her body sat stunned, what was it that she felt...? Was that what women sensed when their husbands touched them with such passion. Was this what Harman wanted from her, a right over her body? Part of her wanted to dance and sing in happiness that her husband desired her, that in spite of her gender his love for her was ready to overlook all those flaws. Harman had left the bed and now stood near the open windows looking at the empty sky. His raging longings having somewhat reined he had closed his eyes, the anxiety in Soumya's eyes hadn't escaped him and he wasn't sure if she wanted him at all. His trained ears had picked up the rustle of the bedspread and the shuffle of her feet; he could hear her breathing near him probably trying to broach him he had smiled at her innocence.

Soumya: "Harman jee" she had called him yet he remained unfazed, had she somehow upset him, the thought alone was gut wrenching. "Harman jee" she had called out again and when he still hadn't acknowledged her had gently touched his arm. "Please baat kijiye mujh se" she couldn't bear him distraught with her, her eyes shining with unshed tears and he had given in, his arms folded over his chest he spun around to look at her.

Harman: "Kiya kahun? Kehna to tumko haina" he had reminded her softly.

Soumya: "Aap jo kaheingey main kerney ko tayyar huun" she had assented to his wishes head bent tears shining on her wet cheeks.

Harman: "Tum jaanti ho na tumharey aansu mujhey dard detey hain"

Soumya: "Sorry" she had hurriedly wiped her tears twisting her fingers in misery.

Harman had observed her flushed face and rapid blinking was she agreeing because of him or did she really want to take their relationship to the next level. Holding her hands in his he had asked her the same in answer to which she had taken a step forward and rested her head on his chest fitting in his arms as if she had always meant to be there.

Soumya: "Main aap sey duur nahin reh sakti Harman jee, main aap sey... main aap sey buhut pyaar kerti hun. Mujhey yaqeen hai aap jo bhi kareingey merey liye acha hoga" her faith in him had him astounded.

Harman: "Per Soumya ho sakta hai tumhain surgery kerwana parey... meri wajah sey tumhain takleef ho yeh main kaisey sahunga?" the latter part was self-conversation making Soumya smile through her tears.

Soumya: "Koi bhi takleef uss takleef sey to zyada nahin hogi jo mujhey aapsey duur rehney per hoti hai Harman jee" she had bared her heart to him. She was sobbing now her fingers had rested on his kurta and he had felt it soak with her tears.

Breaking their hug he had wiped away her tears "Soumya agar aaisey rogi to yeh nahin ho paayega mujhse. Pata nahin doctor kiya kaheyga, pata nahin kitna waqt lageyga?" he would've filled her in with more of his apprehensions but she had shaken her head stopping his train of thought. Her eyes shone and her lips had formed a soft smile indicating her shy consent.

Soumya: "Aap hongey na merey saath Harman jee?" that one answer would seal the deal for her, if he was with her she could die and still not regret it.

Harman: "Hamesha" he had whispered crushing her to him, she was his and his she would remain.

Note: Have tried my best to broach this sensitive subject in a very romantic cum non general mushy way.

Originally posted by: anitarani

Beautiful...seems like a sweet haven in comparison with

RS/Preeto's melodramatics...Instead of nonstop tragedy,

they should show scenes like these...the farmhouse,

beautiful settings which brings in peace and loveliness

again...

Keep writing..

Originally posted by: Kashish_shine

if this thing will be shown in serial then trip will be 6+ at least.. but alas! the CVs need to learn from this writing of yours! Its just perfect. A mixed balance of love with medical cures without deviating from the real concept. It's too tough to make somu understand about physical relationship. But his touch sets sensations in her body like ablaze. loved it...