Warning: this update may contain suggestive lines and words-hightighted in red especially for octo
Hello All! Here is the update that I promised you all. I have decided that if this gets a good response then I will start PMs for it next update onwards. Hope you all like it.
This is dedicated to my darlings Su and Ray- congratulations for becoming sizzlerz ❤️
Chapter One- Suddenly In Midsummer
A whisper of hot wind blew past him as he smoked away lounging on his bike. The March sun was glaring at him and he regretted leaving the house in anger this morning. But then again he would rather burn to crisp under this sun than go back to that prison. 6 years he had spent with his mother and so called family but he felt more distanced from them than ever before.
The little sprout of blissfulness that had been mixed in their relationship had withered away. It seemed that he was made to be misunderstood all his life and without Naina the small drips of calm in him had grown rotten. Just like his heart.
Most days he felt like he was wasting away, waiting and biding his time till death embraced him. A wastrel who was a burden on his mother and who was eating into his nanu's fortune. His life was an endless road with no destination and direction. He had lost them both when he had decided to distance himself from his Naina.
"Sameer! Yeh lo tumhari Naina ki chitthi. Waise tumne mujhe yahan kyon bulaya hai?" Amrita came to him, eyeing at the sketchy cigarette stand at the end of their colony. Mostly drivers, servants, and hooligans came here. But then again for the past few years Sameer hadn't exactly been good company. She had no idea what had happened between him and Naina but it had clearly shattered him from inside. He would mostly be alone smoking or drinking as he stared at his open wallet or some sweater for the longest time.
"Thank you Amrita. Bas yaar woh..yahan ki chai bahut achi hai iss liye. Peeyogi?" He asked as his fingers grabbed the envelope from her hand rather hungrily, his gaze flat.
"Nahi mai woh..kuch kaam hai mai chalti hoon." Amrita spoke, eyeing at the men who were leering at her. Maybe it was time she distanced herself from Sameer, its not like he ever made the effort to keep their friendship intact anyway. And she just didn't feel safe in the company he sought. Maybe she should have a word with Vishaka aunty.
Waving her good bye, Sameer straightened up. A small smile curled at his parched, dry lips as he opened her letter and smelt it. She hadn't sprayed it with her usual scent but it still carried some of the essence of Naina's tantalising floral scent.
Her meticulous, neat writing stuck out to him. "Teacher ki chamchi.." he whispered in an adoring tone, his gaze lovingly looking at the letter as if looking at the beautiful face who had written it.
Sameer,
Kaise ho tum? Tumhe dekhe hue 6 saal hogaye hai aur ab lagne laga hai ki shayad mai tumhara chehra bhulne lagi hoon. Aaj subah jab uthi toh ek pal ke liye laga jaise tum kabhi the hi nahi mere paas.
Aur woh pal mein mujhe ek sukoon aur ek shanti mili. Itne saalon se tumne meri chitthiyon ka aur mere calls ka jawab nahi diya toh mujhe laga ki shayad ab ya toh Amrita nahi rehti wahan ya tum nahi rehte. Aur mujhme ek bharosa bana raha ki tum shayad mujhse baat karne ke liye bechaan ho aur tadap rahe ho bas apne ghar ke haalaton ki wajah se kar nahi pa rahe. Issi vishwas ke saath mai tumhe khat likhti rahi yahi sochke ki ek na ek din toh tum inka jawab dedoge.
Lekin ab mujhe samajh aa gaya hai ki agar mera Sameer mujhe dekhne ke liye itna bechaan hota toh duniya idhar se udhar kardeta mujhse milne ke liye. Jaise tum ek baar Delhi se bhaag kar Ahemdabad aa gaye the mujhse milne. Shayad ab tum mujhse pyar nahi karte ho ya shayad kabhi karte hi nahi the. Mai nahi jaanti bas ab itna jaan gayi hoon ki ab tum shayad mere nahi rahe.
Magar tum mera pehla pyaar the aur mujhe kuch geeni chuni yaadein dene ke liye tumhara shukriya. Mai ab aage badhne ki koshish karungi iss ehsaas ke saath ki humesha ke liye na sahi kuch dino ke liye tumne mera haath apne haath mein thama tha. Mai asha karti hoon ki tumhari aage ki zindagi khoobsurat ho. Yeh mera aakhri khat hai tumhare liye kyonki ab mai Ahemdabad chodkar ja rahi hoon . Agar tum yeh khat padh rahe ho toh yeh mat bhoolna ki koi Naina naam ki ladki hai jo tumse apni jaan se bhi zyada pyaar karti hai. Apna khayal rakhna.
Naina
In the onset of the summer in Delhi, Sameer Maheshwari broke into sheer cold sweat as he read the words on the letter. She was letting him go. No. No. No. Please Naina don't do this.
His hands shaking he read the letter again as warm salty tears embraced his wind bitten cheeks. She was really doing this. Distancing herself from him. If only she knew how much he wanted to see her, to hold her in his arms, to feel her warmth, her love, her blushing cheeks..what was his life now? That one day he looked forward to had been taken away from him. There would be no more letters coming his way, no more will Naina be his, the one thread binding them together had been snapped. But what about his heart which was his only for the namesake or his mind that was always consumed by her thoughts.
This was what he had wanted to do: to get Naina away from him. Yet now that he had been successful he felt more broken, more alone, more lost than ever before. Every minute suddenly felt heavy. Naina was moving on to a new place. And he wouldn't know where she is. She might settle in that place, live her life away from him, and might....might even get married. She was of a marriageable age now and her conservative family might get her hitched soon. The thought of Naina as someone else's wife twisted a sword in his heart.
As tears dripped down his face, blinding his eyes, he got on his bike and chased the speed of death down the highway. The world was blurry, and despite the surmounting heat the skin of his forehead grew cold like the flesh of a dying man. Barren, frail, and worthless: that was his life.
The woman next to her snored in her ear and drooled on her shoulder as Naina shifted uncomfortably towards the window and away from her. She had chosen to travel by bus so she could save her scholarship money. Chachaji had insisted on sending her by train but she wanted to start her journey towards freedom with independence. The bus journey had been sweaty and tiresome but worth the first dime she had spent from her own pocket.
Excitement coursing through her, she rolled her copy of Nakshatra magazine and kept it in her bag as the bus rode into Delhi. The small empty roads were replaced by crowded footpaths, the streets lined with bustling stalls and big buildings coexisting side by side. On the one hand where the massive expanse of Red Fort left her eyes widened, the view of narrow cramped bustling streets of Chandni Chowk made her anxious. Everywhere she looked there was so much hustle and bustle of crowd it frightened her. Her Ahemdabad was also a city but never this chaotic.
Opening the window she breathed in the hot Delhi wind: a blend of oily food, dust, and sweat greeted her nose. It was the aroma of motion and chaos: the aroma of a fresh new start. Granted this was Sameer's city but seeing how big it was she felt sure she would be able to avoid him.
A white bus noisily pulled into the Lodhi garden bus stop. Sameer stared at it lazily as he and his friends drank the tea they had laced with whisky.
"Yaar Sameer chal hum koi angrezi philm dekhte hai." Chuntu said from his jeep. His eyes had the glint of perversion that was now routine for Sameer.
"Mood nahi hai Chuntu yaar." Sameer said drily as he straightened up from reclining on his bike.
"Arre bhai toh hum mood banate hai na tera." Sonu whispered from the seat next to Chuntu, his voice dripping of lust.
"Chod yaar nahi banega..aaj kuch zyada hi kharab mood mein hoon mai." Sameer spoke, tired of engaging in the tasteless activities his friends suggested, he continued gazing at the multi-shaded passengers descending from the bus.
Friends. He almost chuckled at that term. They weren't friends. Unlike Munna, Pandit, and Naina, they would never take a bullet for him. He didn't enjoy being with them, he tolerated them to get through his loneliness and boredom.
"Aree bhai koi kudi lade tere liye..terese toh koi bhi pat jayegi." Titu spoke from the back. His comment repulsed Sameer.
It's not like he was wrong, many girls have tried their way with him but the memory of Naina is so deeply embedded within him that their touch revolted him. He tried to get it on with a random girl once but he couldn't even bring himself to touch her hand.
His manhood would not stir with any other girl except Naina. It had become clear to him then: Sameer Maheshwari would die a virgin.
As if in response to his thought he caught sight of a figure in a flowing light blue suit with chickenkari work carrying a heavy duffle bag in her bangle adorned hands. In the biting afternoon sun he could see every feature of her's with a sharp clarity. Her innocent black eyes had transformed into those of a gazelle; midnight like they shone deep, enchanting his soul. The chubby cheeks of a teenage girl had become the elegant cheekbones of a slender woman; her russet skin looked smooth as gossamer silk, his fingers curled inward from his urge to touch them. Her short curly hair had grown out into long cascading waves of raven that flowed into bouncy curls down her back. Her cute as ever button nose made way to her lips: slightly pouty, pink, and lush. They took his breath away. She took his breath away.
His school going simple chubby Naina had grown into a woman who could break hearts with her one innocent look and she stood there completely unaware of the tornado she was wreaking inside his heart, his soul, his existence. Everything about her from the blue suit she wore to the silver jhumkis in her ears called out to him with an insurmountable immensity.
Why was she here? How could she be here? She had once again swept through his life and her calm gentle breezes had touched his barren being. After what felt like an eternity he was breathing the same air that touched Naina. It felt like the past 5 years he had stopped breathing and the slightest whiff of Naina's sweet scent mixed in the dry hot wind was a fragrance so strong that it equated to the first and last breaths of his life. One the beginning of the journey of life and the other a last grasp at survival.
"Sameer yaar, tu kahan kho gaya?" "Oye uss bulbul ko dekh raha hai bhai, wahi jo udhar neele suit mein hai." "Hayye kya ada hai, kya masoomiyat hai, kya badan hai, maal hai bhai sachme..hayye mai toh phisal gaya..uske hoth toh dekh..itne haseen"
Rage boiled deep in his gut as his fingers fisted into his hand, the skin over his knuckles stretching to a whitened complexion. He didn't know who had said it first but he would make sure those were their last words. Turning around he swiftly punched a bruise onto Chuntu's face and a rigmarole broke out.
The noise of a commotion drew her sight to the tea shop across the road. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. In a blur of broken wooden stools and shattering glass she couldn't make out his features but the rapid beating of her heart assured her that it was really Sameer.
Stupid stupid heart..she had decided to forget him, to not love him but a mere glimpse of him and her heart had taken off to a storm. Gulping in the dry Delhi air, the air that carried the fragrance of his breath to her, she tried to calm her heart. Tried not to focus on the clamorous commotion he was causing, yet she could not wrench her eyes away from his bloodied hand. Was that his blood or theirs? No Naina, stop. Let him go. Let him go...
He flung Chuntu onto the bench, his back making a crackling noise as he felt Titu and Sonu lashing at his back with punches. They were all going to die today for sexualising Naina. He didn't care if he died with them. If he does, so be it. Its not like anybody cares if he lives or dies: the one person who did would never come to know.
While his fury fogged his brain and the sound of punches raged in his ears, he heard it. Loud as the crowd at Chandni Chowk.
Cough. Cough.
Tap. Tap.
A million memories swept through them. Back when the wooden benches were their abode, the ring of phones their solace, the sight of each other in white and turquoise their undoing, and the school their world.
Sameer froze, his fist in midair as he backed away from the fight. Pushing him down onto the road, Chuntu Sonu and Titu fled in their jeep.
Six long years:she had yearned to see his face for six long years. And look at her life- when she was finally ready to let him go here he was crumpling to dust on the road. Time had clearly been kind to him, he looked even more handsome than before. His naughty boyish features had attained a sharp rugged masculinity. Slight stubble bit at his jaw, he had cut his hair short but still looked like Salman. In the horrendous heat of Delhi he wore a black tshirt with black jeans.
'Aise kapde pehnega toh shareer ke saath dimag ko bhi garam hona hi hai ' Naina thought to herself as she peered into his sea deep dusky gaze.
Multifarious emotions dipped and hid in the ocean of his eyes. They spoke so many stories of agony and sadness, his gaze melting into her's with the unsaid words making her heart stir. That was the magic of Sameer's gaze. His bottomless eyes hid so much pain that they drew you into his soul. It was why she had fallen in love with him at first sight. His enigmatic eyes spoke to the isolated pain inside of her from way before they had had their first heart to heart.
With the concrete poking into his back, he grew conscious of her discerning gaze . Time stood still for him as he lost himself in her dark orbs that accused him of incomplete vows and anguish. If only she knew that he hadn't abandoned her but himself the day he had decided to leave her. His throat choked from the nostalgia that packed a weary painful punch to his heart. They stood here, finally face to face 6 years later. Nothing had changed and yet everything had.
He could still make out the love for him in her eyes while she stood feeling his pain through his gaze. But despite his unshed tears making their way to her eyes, there was the awareness of distance between them. Of new boundaries being set by her and walls being erected by him. He had fallen in her gaze and fell even more in his after seeing that image of himself in the eyes that haunted his soul.
As the warm breeze blew through the gap between them, he held his breath for her next move. Would she ridicule him or slap him or cry or worse smile at him and leave as if nothing had ever happened between them? But her next move left him stunned.
Goosebumps ran over him as her soft slender fingers brushed his hand, offering him help. Too stunned by her touch, he left the burden on her to handle his weight. The pressure of it caused her body to fall on top of his.
Her heart rapidly beating against his, Naina felt nerves quiver deep in her belly.Up close his face was even milkier and more beautiful than she had remembered. He smelled spicy and crisp, of whiskey, sweat, and a raw musk that was purely Sameer. He smelled of dark nights and raging fireplaces, of alcohol and passion. Sameer Maheshwari smelled of pure, dark sin. A fragrance so irresistibly delicious it made her belly churn from overflow of butterflies.
His gaze blazed into her's as he lost himself in the feel of her soft feminine body on top of his. Her liquid curves melted his hard ones with their heat as her lips created commotion in his body. Her face was so close and she was so beautiful.
So pure, untouched, blushed up, warm, and utterly feminine, he felt his manhood stir.
Her hair dangled over his face, tickling his skin like his breath tickled her lips. Losing control of the distance they both had promised to their self to maintain, ecstasy ran like liquid fire in their blood. Grasping her petite waist in his arms he spun her around, pinning her body to the rough grey surface; unable to understand how he had gotten so lucky to have his dream come true. The woman in his arms, pinned against his body was really Naina.
Perhaps it was the glass biting into her back that awakened her or the awareness of something poking into her pelvis, Naina was shaken out of the haze into the bleak present reality. Years of tears, torn photographs, and shattered hopes came rushing back to her like dark clouds rush up to cover the sun during monsoon.
"Uthiye mere upar se.." she repeated in a stern voice, her hand latching onto his thick hard bicep, shaking him.
"Haan? oh haan.." He somehow forced his body into getting up and dusted himself off before extending his hand to her.
"Mai apne aap ko girne ke baad sambhalna ache se jaanti hoon. Aapki zaroorat nahi hai mujhe." She spat at him as she got up and adjusted her clothes in one swift motion.
She glared at the mess around as she kept a rolled up magazine inside her duffle bag lying on the road. Looking at it he remembered the two taps, their code from long ago. Back when things were simpler between them: they were two teenagers deeply in love and in a committed relationship. But the gouging fragments of his life had cut through their love, separating them.
Blinking back into the present he noted the way she spat 'aap' at him as if firing bullets. 'Yaar iska aap toh safari suit ke thapad se bhi zyada kadak lagta hai.' Sameer muttered to himself before faking a smile. After all, he had to show her that he didn't care for her anymore even though his whole body buzzed with electricity from the few minutes of contact with her delectably soft body.
"Tum yahan Delhi mein kya kar rahi ho?" He asked, his heart fluttering with hope that maybe Naina hadn't given up after all and was here to see him.
"Aapse matlab? Sameerji aap hote kaun hai mere se yeh sawal puchne wale?" She said, fury lashing in her eyes.
God she was so hot when she was this fierce. While he continued to stare at her, trying to memorise every inch of her so he could make it through the coming years, she rolled her eyes and walked past him.
And for the second time that day she stunned him as she brushed her hand against his. It was a small second, perhaps just a breath long, yet it had left shivers throughout his being. It took him a full minute before he could register a soft cloth in the fist of his hand. Looking down at his palm, he found a handkerchief with 'S' embroidered on it. It looked rather old and worn out as if it had been used repeatedly but to him the 'S' glowed like the midsummer sun.
He swiftly looked up at her to see that she was now walking away. Don't go behind her Sameer...don't
"Naina!" and before he could understand what he was doing he had held her hand and called her name. The idiot he is. You are supposed to let her go Sameer and not hold hands with her. But her hand is soft and warm and it fits in his hand so perfectly..
"kehiye Sameerji, kya kaam hai aapko mujhse?" She spoke softly, her eyes stiff and flat as she met his gaze. And yet he could not miss the dark circles and the puffiness. Had she stayed up and cried for him? He felt an itch develop at the back of his eyeballs as tears threatened to break his composure. Her words of cold formality and swollen eyes had hit him right at the core.
"Naina tum yeh kya?.." "Aap mera haath chod dijiye. Aise parayi ladkiyon ka haath nahi pakadte." Her words stung him and his hand withdrew on its own accord. The concealed hatred rang in her words. He had lost all rights on her once again and she was now a stranger for him. She was going to be formal as if the past had never occurred between them. As if she had forgotten the memories of their love filled afternoons and lazy night conversations.
"Toh ab mai tumhare liye paraya hoon Naina?" Sameer asked, gulping down the rising bile in his throat.
"Haan aap hai. Acha hoga ki aap mujhe Nainaji kehke bulaaye." Naina said, her voice small and slightly wavering as she once again walked away from him.
Shock and sadness mixed with rage boiled deep in his gut. How could she say these things to him as if she didn't matter to him anymore? As if she had forgotten every single time he had held her hand in school or all those times they had said 'I love you' to each other.
"Agar mai tumhare liye paraya hoon toh tumne mujhe yeh rumaal kyon diya?" He asked, his voice a fluid plethora of emotions that caused her to turn around and look him in the eyes, as if reading the hidden emotions in his gaze.
"Dekhiye Sameerji aapko chot lagi thi iss liye maine yeh rumaal diya." Naina spoke, her voice calm even as her brows furrowed looking at the blood on his hand. As his heart flipped in joy at her concern his eyes roved over her, hungrily devouring the sight of her while he moved towards her.
"Kyon diya rumaal? Kya tum sab ajnabee ko aise hi rumaal deti firti ho? Kaho na Naina" He asked inching closer to her with his every word. There was a casual suave in his tone that he hoped would make up for his earlier slip. He had to sound distant like he didn't care about her anymore. As he leaned into her space, he could see the slight twinkle in her eyes, it was there for a minute but he had seen it. His proximity still affected her.
"Nahi woh bas itna khoon behraha tha toh mujhe..." She spoke and then bit her lip realising what she was close to saying. His eyes smouldered at her lips, the move did something so arousing to him it made him ache deep in his gut.
"Toh tumhe kya Naina?" He asked, his voice deep and throaty as he leaned into her. Her beautiful face dangerously close to his. Her teeth still tugging at her lower lip, he could see her pupils dilate.
"Mujhe bas humdardi ho rahi thi,Sameerji." She spoke, her voice firm as he leaned into her further. The wind blew her long hair in his face, soft and silky they plundered his senses.
"Hmm...." he sighed in her hair as his lips lightly brushed against their silkiness. His arms were on their way to pulling her waist in his arms when he felt her two hands on his chest. Two small slender hands on the expanse of his chest and he felt electricity crawl like awakened ghosts through different cavities in his body.
"Kya samajhte ho tum mujhe? Koi khilona hoon jise tumne che saal mein bhula diya aur ab aise kareeb aa rahe ho jaise tumhara mujh par haq hai." She spat like wildfire as she pushed him away from himself.
"Naina..Naina ...Naina aaj bhi mere paas aate hi tumhare gaal ekdum laal hojate hai. Dekh kar acha laga ki Sameer Maheshwari ka jaadu abhi barkarar hai."He spoke, his voice casual even though he felt like his insides would explode. Every word might sound insincere to her but for him they held a deep meaning. Elation broke through him seeing the magic of his proximity on her.
Looking into her eyes, he could make out the deep hurt he had caused and flames overtook the calm tragedies. A fire blazed in her gaze and it burned his being.
"Mr. Sameer Maheshwari aap yeh baat apne chote se dimaag mein ghusa lijiye ki Naina Agrawal koi aisi waisi ladki nahi hai jise aap kabhi bhi kahin bhi chu sakte hai. Mujh jaisi ladki sirf pyar karne ke liye bani hai. Aur apni zindagi ke itne saal aap par barbaad karne ke baad mai itna samajh chuki hoon ki aap jaisa insaan kabhi pyaar ko aur Naina ko samajh hi nahi sakta. Asha karti hoon hum iske baad na takraye." She spit with the fury of a thousand suns and flicking her hair over her shoulder walked away.
Her body sashaying slightly as she walked; slender and curvy at the right places. God Naina had transformed into a nymph to die for. The 16 year old Naina was so cute he had constantly wanted to kiss her cheeks. And this 22 year old Naina? She was a fire to reckon with : so beautiful and sexy that his body buzzed at different places with frustration. He was at once fearful of getting too close to her but consumed by the fires he wanted to fight her heat with his. He wanted to consume her and absorb her in every inch of his skin.
She was a woman of iron strength and commanded respect with the way she had come to love herself. This confidence of her's was all the more deadly and attractive to him even though every word of her's pinched his heart like an open wound bitten by dust. If only Naina knew how he loved and understood her. That he knew after saying these words to him she would cry alone in a corner, would probably relive the moment today a thousand times over, would touch her hand to feel the goosebumps still there. He knew her and her love and feared the barrage of tears that would leave her eyes red tonight. Everything in him shook with the urge to go to her and confess his love and life to her.
'Sameer remember the promise you made to yourself. A woman like that is out of your league. You don't deserve her, Sameer Maheshwari. Stay away from her.' He thought to himself , his eyes focused on her as he took deep breaths to calm his beating heart.
She rounded the corner turning slightly to look at him once and then went out of sight. The breeze blew her scent towards him the last time as his hands fisted the handkerchief. The masked hurt in her eyes had not covered the worry she possessed about his injured hand. Bringing the handkerchief to his lips, he lightly kissed it as tears formed in his eyes.
He could feel her tears and smell the fragrance of her hope lingering in that small piece of cloth and deeply sighed "Naina..."
Whew! This was an extra long one for you all. Do leave your comments to know what you thought of their first meet after so many years.
Bundles of love,
Sims
Edited by IamIbe - 5 years ago
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