Matt poonch key kya haal hai mera tere pechhee,
Tu dekh key kya rangg hai tera meray aagay ...
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Soumya stood stuck to Harman like glue, she had never stepped out of Gurdaspur forget India for that matter and here she was standing in line at the airport to get her baggage checked in. She had considered it crucial to keep a firm hold on Harman's arm as he wheeled their trolley laden with bags. She checked her surroundings, there were people everywhere and it baffled her, from the wall to ceiling windows she could see planes being fueled and getting readied for their next destination. This was a new world one she had never been in and that to her was frightening. Harman had gotten their boarding passes and checked their baggage heading towards the departure lounge; pretty soon they had boarded their flight. As the aircraft had taken off Harman had asked Soumya to look out of the window and she had squealed when the ground had fallen far beneath them. "Harman jee hum hawa main hain?" she still couldn't believe they were flying making Harman chortle. "Haan" he had replied checking her seat belt which he noticed she had been struggling with earlier. Much later as she slept her head on his shoulder a passing stewardess who had observed Soumya's childish elation had asked a weary Harman. "Her first time?" to which he had smiled "That obvious huh!". "It's not everyday someone claps when the plane takes off... That too so happily" she had replied making Harman chuckle in mirth. His wife was certainly one of a kind.
It had been a relief in itself that Aryan had managed to procure lodging for them. One of his doctor friends had an apartment in Kensington one of the best locations in London. The said friend was currently serving in the British Army and had been stationed in Iraq; Aryan had contacted him and had been able to get him to rent the place to Harman for a reasonable price. Aryan had also gone ahead and set up an appointment with Melanie for 3 days after their arrival. Harman had thanked him profusely which he had waived off "Bakwas mat ker, jaldi sey Bhabhi ko leyker aaja bas" he had scolded him in return. Their arrival had been timely and Aryan had driven them to their apartment. Soumya was delighted to see that Suhana had stocked the pantry for them pretty soon they had settled in sleeping off their jetlag.
"Soumya kaisi lagi coffee?" Harman had asked a skeptical Soumya who sat stirring her Mocha petulantly. "Achi hai" she had lied she had of course hated it. "Jhoot" Harman had caught her lies "Lekin pehli baar to kuch acha nahin lagta naa khaas ker badlav" he had squeezed her hand gently making her smile. It was their second day in London; he had brought her to Starbucks a stone's throw away from their rented home. He had loved to see Soumya soaking in on the new culture wide eyed and pleasantly surprised. He had wanted her to see a world that existed outside her imagination; he wanted her to feel confident far from the taunts of his family. "Aaj shopping karate hain tumko" he had suggested and Soumya had assented biting in her Danish, which she had liked immensely.
Wandering through downtown Kensington they had reached Urban Outfitters, Soumya had smiled happily walking down the aisles. She had never been to a mall before most of her shopping was done by Nimmi and Surbhi but here she was free to touch stuff and revel in the calm atmosphere. Harman sifted through the clothing picking out a few he thought would look good on her and had handed them to her. When she hadn't moved he had steered her towards the changing rooms. "Yeh pehen saktey hain?" she had asked curiously, "Try nahin kerogi to pata kaisey chaleyga keh tum per kaisa lageyga" he had explained and she had happily conceded. She though was shocked to see the transformation in the mirror, was that really her?. Her slim figure had been accentuated in the form fitting jeans and the elegant sweater made her feel warm and comfy. Smiling she had exited to show the apparel to Harman whose jaw had dropped open in fascination. "Uff Soumya yeh tum hi ho?" he had murmured near her ear making her smile softly. "Acha hai?" she had asked him and he had placed his hand on his heart closing his eyes, "Buhut" he had declared making her laugh.
The real surprise for Soumya had come when he had taken her to Victoria's Secret, the life size posters of VS models in their sexy lingerie had shocked Soumya. She had never been exposed to such open views on displaying one's body and was terribly taken aback. "Harman jee" was all she could manage, he of course had held her firmly and guided her through the many aisles to one where he had sifted through racy lingerie making Soumya blush . Ultimately he had decided on a sexy black flutter lace bralette with matching panties. Soumya stood staring at the items Harman had picked out for her "Yeh main kaisey pehnungi jee?" she had questioned perturbed as Harman had handed it to her. "Tumharey liye yeh laaya huun warna to woh laata" he had pointed to the mannequin wearing a lacy banded thong with a matching push up Angel bra. Soumya's eyebrows had risen in astonishment "Woh!" she couldn't believe Harman would want her to wear that but his expressions were serious, meaning he wasn't kidding around. Was this what husbands generally shopped for wives? Maybe that was what he wanted to see her wearing she had thought and hesitantly walked towards the mannequin fingering the material. If it made him happy she would wear it for him, just for him and with that thought she had headed towards the aisle picking up the exact items she had left for the changing room.
They had after shopping dined in a street cafe basking in the evening sun as it gently set in the horizon. Harman had observed Soumya's content smile as she sipped on her matcha tea, so much more to do for her, he deliberated if he could uphold the promise he had made to Nimmi and to himself of keeping her safe and happy forever. That night she had snuggled up to him and he had watched her fall in a dreamless sleep, sleep far away from his own eyes.
The next day sharp at 10 they were seated in Melanie's office, Soumya who had followed Harman's lead had gulped nervously as the gravity of the situation had dawned on her. Finally they were at the doctor's she feared the happy bubble she had been living in since the past week would be brutally burst and she would be left with nothing. Melanie had entered to a pale Soumya and a nervous Harman.
Melanie: "And how are we today Mr. and Mrs. Singh?" she had asked perfunctorily.
Harman: "Fine.."
Melanie: "So is your wife the primary case?"
Harman: "Yeah, we need to know what the extent of her genital malformation is"
Melanie: "Sure we're going to have to examine your wife. The examination room is that way and there will be a robe, she needs to put that on" she had pointed to a door leading to an adjoining room.
Harman had felt Soumya's fingers dig in his arm her face had lost all color, it was safe to say she was freaking out. Harman had guided her to the room and left her to change, Melanie however had asked him to accompany her she had noticed Soumya's discomfiture and had considered it best to have Harman by her side. She knew from experience that people needed support when they felt most vulnerable.
The machine had beeped several times as Melanie had taken graphic photographs of Soumya's nether parts while she lay clutching Harman's hands. Once the physical examination had been completed she had written down a pituitary gland test to determine her estrogen levels. As soon as Soumya had dressed they had gone to the clinic to get her tests done. Neither Harman nor Soumya had said a word both unable to communicate their thoughts that mainly revolved around the final verdict of her tests. Melanie had asked them to return after two days not letting them in on any details of her examination which had been a point of consternation for Harman.
That night after dinner he had asked Soumya to put on her purchased clothing and show it to him. He knew Soumya was fretting over her examination and had wanted to ease her mind off of it. She had done so happily pointing to the items she really liked. Initially she had felt shy but Harman had encouraged her and she had modeled the jeans and the flowing skirts he had bought her. Finally Harman had handed her the Victoria's Secret boxes and she had gazed at him questioningly. "Yeh waaley bhi" he had told her noticing her redden. "Yeh waaley kaisey..." her voice had trailed off her gaze lowering to their conjoined hands. "Merey liye itna bhi nahin ker sakti?" he had asked feigning a pout making her nod shyly. Moments later he had heard the lock to the bathroom door open and had turned to await her. Instead her voice had floated through a crack in the doorway "Harman jee lights off kijiye na" she had requested. "To mujhey dikheyga kiya?" he had answered smirking. "Please" she had pleaded but it had fallen on deaf ears. "Soumya ya to tum do minute main bahar aa jao ya main andar aa jaunga... sach main" he had threatened her and had heard her gasp. As expected the threat had worked and Soumya had stepped out in a fluffy pink robe hiding all her assets.
"Yeh nahin khareeda tha aaj" Harman stood with arms crossed on his chest inspecting his beautiful wife while she stood rooted to the spot a million colors flitting on her face. He noticed she was unable to lift her gaze or glance in his direction sighing he had taken the first tentative steps towards her. Soumya had backed away as he advanced hitting the wall behind her making her stop ultimately. "Yahan koi nahin aur main kahin jaaney waala bhi nahin..." He had informed her making her close her eyes; this was more than she had even dreamed. This sensuous, charming Harman was someone she had never been introduced to. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest, why was that was not known by her. She had felt him tenderly cup her face and kiss her mouth softly, her eyes had opened to Harman's intense stare and her own hands had held onto his, she wasn't sure if her legs would support her any longer. Harman's other hand had been busy in untying the robe strings and with a slight pull he had taken it off of her. She had listened to his breath hitch as his eyes had devoured her lithe form. The black lace against her creamy skin was enough temptation to make Harman lose all his senses and it had been a Herculean task for him to not throw her on the bed and tear it off of her.
His palm had touched her exposed midriff making her stagger at the sudden invasion and he had studied her in the glowing lamp lights, his eyes shining with admiration and amazement. "Pata nahin tha aaj qatal ka iraada hai tumhara" he had groaned against her cheek making her dip her head in reticence, a shy smile playing on her lips. She had felt herself being lifted in his strong arms and then being lowered on the bed, her skin had felt his blazing touch and she had curled against his broad chest. Harman had laughed cuddling her smooth form assiduously, "Pata nahin main itna lucky kaisey ho gaya?" he had murmured making her lift her face from the crook of his arm. "Aap sey zyada main lucky hoon" she had stated making him question her. "Kyun" "Iss liye keh aap meri zindagi main hain, sirf merey hain... hain na?" she had asked softly in answer he had pulled her in for a long awaited kiss. Come what may his love for her would never decrease.
Edited by soul76 - 8 years ago
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