PART THIRTEEN
Unbeknownst to him, Shradda had made a mistake.
She had accidentally splashed kerosene on herself without realising.
The instant she'd lit the match and thrown it into the room, she'd also set herself on fire.
Whilst trying to stem the blaze she rushed to the billowing curtains and tried to wrap herself in them to starve the flame off oxygen but the curtains caught fire themselves.
From there the fire just seemed to grow and grow until the whole house was on fire.
Thapki had become so accustomed to Bihaan lying next to her that even in her sleep she sensed the minute Bihaan left her side.
Eyes closed, still in the throes of sleep, her hand wandered over to where Bihaan should be lying next to her but only found empty space.
"Bihaan it's the middle of the night, please come back to bed," she murmured softly.
When she heard no response , her eyes opened fully and she sat up and surveyed the small expanse of their bedroom looking for her husband.
"Bihaan? " she called out louder.
Still no response.
A bit alarmed now she reached over to switch on her bedside lamp just as the silhouette of her husband carrying, something big and heavy, appeared in their bedroom doorway.
"No Thapki, don't switch on the light yet."
She obeyed him but still had to ask the questions
"Where have you been Bihaan, and what's that ?"
He strained over to the space by the window on her side of the bed and placed the object down with exaggerated groans.
"You can switch the light on now."
She did and quickly her feet found themselves on the floor as she rushed over to where the object and her husband were.
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked first at the object then at Bihaan.
"It's beautiful Bihaan. Is this what you've been up to the whole day?"
"Haan. I made it with my own two hands."
He raised his hands to look at the blisters of his hard work.
Thapki felt ashamed of herself.
She had seen the blisters but hadn't asked as to their cause.
Now she took his hands in hers and gently pressed her lips to each raw spot trying to take the pain away.
"Do you really like it?"
She stepped closer and turned herself around and leaned into him so that her back was pressed flush against his front.
She hadn't released his hands and still clasped in hers she pressed them on her belly.
This was the reason they had been giving each other secret looks that Vasundara hadn't been able to understand.
" I love it but our son will love it even more when he knows it was made by his father's own hands "
" You think so?"
"I know so."
"One of her hands traced the smooth contours of the cradle Bihaan had made,
"You are so talented, so artistic Bihaan. You can make anything. "
His lips blazed a trail down her neck,
"Well I want to make something else right now"
She smiled knowing where his thoughts were headed but pretended innocence.
" What do you want to make Bihaan? "
"Do you want me to spell it out for you? "
"Yes, I rather think you should. "
He turned her around until she was facing him,
"Well , I want to make 'L' , "
He leaned over and with the first letter spelling out what he wanted to make, he kissed her on her right eyelid.
"O" was accompanied by a kiss on her other eyelid.
"V" was a kiss on the tip of her pert nose and finally the "E" spelling out "LOVE" was whispered a fraction of a second before his delightful lips enclosed her willing ones.
Thapki wound her arms around her husband's neck as he picked her up and laid her on the bed.
Slowly and passionately Bihaan proceeded to make love to his wife.
The next time Thapki opened her eyes it was to the slumbering face of her husband.
She drank in each detail of his face.
He was so gorgeous she could never get enough of looking at him.
She was envying him his eyelashes, (they were so long and curly that every girl would envy him too)when they swept open and she found herself drowning in his eyes instead
"Good morning..." his voice trailed off as he bit off the last bit of his sentence.
"Please say it Bihaan, I miss it so much"
" Good morning ,Chuk chuk gadi " he finished off with a smile.
She smiled back with unrestrained joy and leaned over to press her forehead against his as he called her by the pet name she had been dying to hear from him for so long.
She was about to initiate another bout of lovemaking when out of the corner of her eye she noticed the time on the clock on the wall.
"Ugh, Bihaan is that really the time? I am late"
She rolled over and picked up the phone that had been charging on her bedside table so she could confirm the time.
"Oh, I have an MMS from Shradda. I wonder what's that about".
Edited by Bea1 - 9 years ago
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