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Thapki tried to swallow the big lump that had formed in her throat from nowhere .
She tried to still her shaking hands but they continued their shaking unwilling to obey the commands of her brain.
Why did she have to be so nervous?
So much was riding on this .
She opened her mouth to welcome Bauji's friend and guest on the programme but the words seemed to dig their heels in the back of her throat and refused to come out.
Her mouth flapped open and shut wordlessly like that of a fish.
Bihaan stood watching his wife from the wings , as she sat opposite their first guest on Dhruv's show after his departure.
He could almost feel his wife's panic as her throat closed up and words refused to come out .
Realising how bad things would look , he quickly signalled the cameraman to train his camera on himself as he walked on stage.
" N for Namaskar and S for Svagaat he to the first edition of the new Truth with Dhruv, with new hosts namely me ,Bihaan Pandey " He took a little bow , then held his arm out pointing to his wife
" And this vision of loveliness Thapki Bihaan Pandey "
He walked over to where Thapki and their guest sat and pulled up a chair next to Thapki but didn't immediately sit down.
" You may all be wondering what an uneducated duffer like me would be doing hosting a programme like this? Well I feel it's needed .
"No doubt we the people of India are a great lot but not all of us are educated intellectuals ."
His arm swept across encompassing both Thapki and guest.
" Some of us are moti budhis. "
His hand pointed at himself.
" So we've given you a choice. Madamji here will ask the smart and oh so intelligent questions and yours truly , " he put his hand on his heart and bowed " will ask the really stupid ones.
Finally he sat next to Thapki.
" Without anymore delay let us begin tonight's show and we will start by asking our esteemed guest to introduce himself and what he does for a living.
Their guest started talking and under cover of this Bihaan surreptitiously took his wife's hand in his own and gave it a tight squeeze reassuring her and instilling all his confidence in her.
They exchanged a deep meaningful look and with Bihaan by her side Thapki felt all her tension leave her and her throat loosen up.
Unbeknownst to them , their whole exchange was captured on camera and relayed to millions of households .
With her husband beside her and her hand in his Thapki forgot her nervousness and almost stammerless began interviewing their guest.
Bihaan occasionally interjected , to ask clarification on a point or to add a humorous comment but mostly let Thapki do the interviewing.
Time seemed to whizz by and soon their producer was reminding them to end the show.
The next morning , Thapki woke up under the lacy canopy of the mosquito net and groaned inwardly as realisation of what had happened during last night's programme hit her.
Things hadn't gone well .
She glanced over at the sleeping form of her husband .
No, her hero .
Truly a hero , no less.
Last night when her throat had clammed up Bihaan had stepped in to rescue her ever so subtly but so adroitly.
Without waking him , she now walked down the stairs leading from the balcony , to the garden below.
As per usual the newspaper boy had thrown the morning's paper on the back lawn and she picked it up dreading reading the review of last night's show.
Without opening it she returned to the slumbering form of her husband wanting to cuddle in his arms again before the whole world intruded .
She slipped under the cover of the mosquito net and inveigled herself into Bihaan's arms , her back pressed against the expanse of his front.
Bihaan pulled himself closer and curled his body around hers , his arm snaking around her waist .
His mouth was so close to her ear she could feel every breath he took.
" My Mrs cuddled up to me, the best way to start a day "
His voice still had that sleep imbued huskiness that she found irresistible.
" Sorry Bihaan , did I wake you up? "
" I was already up when you went to collect the paper, I was just lying here hoping you'd come back into my arms again. "
He nuzzled her ear.
" So what does the paper say about last night's show? "
" I don't know , I haven't opened it yet "
" Well what are you waiting for? We may as well get it over and done with. "
Thapki reached over and grabbed the paper from where she had let it drop.
She turned to the requisite page only to be met by a picture of her and Bihaan emblazoned across half of the page of the paper.
Her and Bihaan staring deeply into each other's eyes and holding hands under the table .
Obviously , a still from last night's programme.
The headline screamed " What a Jodi ".
Thapki sat up quickly and turned her eyes to Bihaan.
" Bihaan look. "
Bihaan opened one eye and looked ,then he in turn shot up quickly.
"Gajab "
He was stumped for a bit .
" Ok read it and translate for me please Thapki. "
" Ladies and gentlemen , if you missed last night's broadcast of Truth with Dhruv , then I suggest you catch the re telecast today if you can. Why ? Because last night we were introduced to what promises to be one of the most amazing jodis on our national screens. I am the first to admit that I watched this programme with very low expectations. I expected to see a train wreck. After all , how could a woman who speaks with a stammer and an uneducated buffoon expect to replace the eloquent and ever so suave Dhruv Pandey? How wrong I was. Yes , Mrs Thapki Bihaan Pandey speaks with a stammer but after a while one hardly notices. Her interviewing style is both charming and disarming. She got her guest to reveal exactly the information that we all wanted to know. How? I don't know, because I and many of my colleagues have tried to get this particular difficult guest to reveal all this but failed. But she succeeded where we all failed. Kudos to her. Her fellow host , her husband it turned out, was no less. He claimed to be a moti budhi but when he asked or interjected it was to ask clarification on things that I was dying to ask myself and what's more , he did it with style and humour. Me thinks Mr Bihaan Pandey has got us fooled. He is not as moti budhi as he claims to be. Suffice to say this was a great opening salvo for the married duo. I am certainly looking forward to watching more of their interactions.
As Thapki finished reading the last line her eyes lifted to look into Bihaan's.
But Bihaan's eyes were locked in a concentrated stare of her lips.
It was obvious his eyes had been locked on her lips the whole time she was reading the paper.
She involuntarily licked them now as she realised.
This elicited a deep groan from Bihaan.
He lifted his hand to her cheek and started caressing her lips with the edge of his thumb.
" Bihaan please. .."
The plea was a strangled whisper.
She wanted his lips on hers so badly she thought she was gonna die if he didn't oblige her.
Her lips had remained slightly open in anticipation so when he leaned over to enclose her lips with his , it was an easy matter for his tongue to plunge deep into the treasure of pleasure that was her mouth.
Need and desire turned her into an animal as she found herself forcefully pushing her husband down on his back and climbing on top of him.
His hands had worked their way under her kurta and his thumb caressed her nipple to such a tautness she wanted to scream out loud with pleasure.
She was so aroused that the tap tap of approaching footsteps was such an anticlimax, she didn't even want to stop when she heard them.
It was only Bihaan's whispered " Later , I promise. " that motivated her to climb off him.
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