5 Shot - And Then There Were Five (complete)

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shmy27

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Posted: 7 years ago

Hello all! After a very hectic few months of research projects, am back to the forum with a five-shot :p This is an attempt to record what different characters go through right after the Payal-Ved wedding and Kanak-Uma reunion.

Criticisms welcome :D

Shot 1 - Mirror, Mirror on the Wall - Masisa

A fuming Nanda enters her room and flings her heavy Kangan on the floor before sinking to the bed.
"How could this happen? After all these years, after so much efforts...after so many lies...how could that minion of a girl wrest Uma away from me?
How could this family...the family that runs by my rules love Kanak so much...so much so that they will dance to her tunes, just like how Uma did today?"

She looked up to view her flushed face. Her kajal had run..."Did I..." Images of Aditya being beaten up and dragged away by the police rushed to her mind. Her eyes moistened once again.

Furiously, she wiped away her tears. But that did not make it any better. She started noticing the fine lines and wrinkles on her forehead and around her eyes. Her fingers ran along her parched skin and rested on the heavy necklace she was wearing.

The coldness of the metal sent a chill down her spine. "What if I have to part with this? All of this? This wealth, this comfort, this power...this home?"

"No..." she shook her head to reassure herself.
"What am I thinking? I will not lose...no...not anymore!"

But her reflection betrayed her once more...with her voice sounding more feeble and hollow than ever, she noticed her eyes in the mirror... "Is that...fear?"

At once, her throat grew dry and she could feel the heat of her rage engulf her body. She reached for the steel tumbler at her bedside and threw it at her mocking reflection...shattering the mirror.

Shot 2 - Blood and Tears - Palomi

"Aah.." Palomi whimpered as she stepped on a broken shard of glass. Hot tears stung her eyes as she looked down at the blood trickling from her fresh wound. She slumped to the ground, not caring about her delicate lehenga being shredded by the gravel road.

Tears now flowed freely as she held her foot and wept. "What kind of cruel God metes out this kind of punishment? To have me think that Uma was mine forever... Only to snatch him away in a jiffy?"

Her thoughts raced back to her early days at the Toshniwals. She was a scared young girl, guilty at how glad she was to get some relief from her uncle. He had been a Pandit in a nearby town and fittingly, a deeply religious man. But he had no interest or sensitivity when it came to childcare. Palomi was at times nonexistent to him, and at others a mere student or orderly.

Upon his untimely death, Maasisa had brought her to Ladno. She was dreading her new life, as it seemed that the Toshniwals seemed no less rule-bound than her uncle. She was in for a sweet surprise though, as she set her eyes on Umashankar. Yes, he was a religious man and could wax eloquent about his Dharm all day...yet he retained a joy for living and concern for everyone around him.

He did not smile often, but whenever he did, it touched her heart. And his laugh...he laughed deeply, yet with such boy-like innocence and mischief.

Even as she was reeling in those memories, a small smile spread across her face and parted her lips...only to be met with the saltiness of her tears. A sudden and brilliant flash of lightning brought her to her senses. She quickly gathered her bag and attempted to stand, when her most prized possession fell out from her bag.

It was the only gift her uncle had ever given her - her very own copy of the Bhagavad Gita. She hurriedly bent down to pick up the book and turned it. Her eyes fell on the slightly stained pages.

"Whatever happened was good
Whatever is happening is good
Whatever will happen will also be good
What of yours has gone to make you cry ?
What did you bring with you that you have lost ?
What did you create which is now destroyed ?
What you have taken you have taken only from here.
What was given was given only from here.
What is yours today, was someone else's yesterday, will be someone else's tomorrow.
Change is the law of the the universe"

As she read, she could hear her uncle's calm voice teaching it to her as a child...a child who had vowed to walk on the path of righteousness...a child who believed in the happiness her tomorrow held.

Her eyes now steeled as she shut the book and put it in her bag. She glanced at her palms...she could no longer see Uma's name that she had so lovingly asked to be marked with. It was now obscured with blood stains. As she felt a fresh tear threaten to escape her eye, the rain came down on her...washing way her tears, her blood, her mehendi and perhaps her old destiny as well.

(Shot 3 - Storm Within - Saras & Vansh - scroll down)

Edited by shmy27 - 7 years ago

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Divyaamurali

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Posted: 7 years ago

Very good start Shmy plz update it soon eager to read about the emotional reunion of Kanum

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Posted: 7 years ago

Originally posted by: Divyaamurali
Very good start Shmy plz update it soon eager to read about the emotional reunion of Kanum

Thank you 😊 eagerly waiting too...save the best for last policy😆 so Kanum shot will be the last of the five 😊

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Shot 3 - Storm Within - Saras & Vansh

As the low rumble of thunder continued, Vansh stood still near the window, watching the rain pour. He was a conflicted man,and a confused one as well today. The happenings of the day had been too emotionally draining for him to handle - his shy brother, always ready to take on the world's burdens had finally gotten a shoulder to lean on...and he had almost lost his sister to that scumbag Aditya. His fists tightened on the window grills...he could have never forgiven himself if something had happened to Kanak...Aditya had been living right under his nose and he hadn't even noticed!

Alas, how could he have! He was so lost in his thoughts these days. Just a month ago, he had been very sure of his plan. He would use Saras to secure Kanak's freedom and let her go about her own life. But things didn't seem so simple now.

All these talks about love and marriage in the house had brought new questions to his mind. Had he ever loved Saras? He knew she loved him...her defiant stares and disinterested dialogues fooled noone. He notices her... how her eyes flutter to find him whenever he enters the home, how her breath hitches whenever he nears her, how her voice cracks whenever they discuss Sara...and how her steps are faltering now as she enters the room meekly.

He turns to look at her, just in time to watch her frown being replaced by the serene facade she thinks she is so expert at putting on. She fleetingly glanced at him and quickly started to look for some work to do - another habit of hers he had learnt to see through in an instant.

She was trying to close the heavy suitcase that lay open on the bed. Vansh cleared his throat and spoke "I left it open on purpose. You have not packed your clothes yet. Put them in, I will close it".

Saras froze. In a soft yet strong voice she replied "Why will I pack? I am not coming back."

Vansh stood rooted to the ground, too stunned to answer.

Saras grew uneasy with his silence and spoke again, this time looking at him. "One month is about to end anyway and it is clear that we can never be...and you have even found a girl of your choice...so, what difference does it make? Me returning to Ladno now or a week later...it's better this way. Right?"

Her confident statement had dwindled to a plea by the end. Vansh immediately turned back to the window, staring into the dark night again. His indifference stung Saras as always. She quietly exited the room, scared that she may break down in front of him.

"Of course she doesn't want to come back. Why would she? I cheated her, used her and even had the audacity to involve her in impressing another girl". Vansh clenched his jaws. He knew this day would come and yet...why did he feel like he had been punched in the gut? It is not like he loved her...not like the way Ved loved Payal or Uma loved Kanak. He remembered how Ved had fiercely pulled Payal into his protective hug in the dance bar with tears in his eyes...and how Uma bolted out of the mandap as if his life depended on seeing Kanak well and safe in his arms. He had never felt like that...he...and then, it struck him. Was that why he couldn't burn her wedding dress? Because it was a symbol of their relation and...and he didn't want to lose her? Just like how Ved and Uma couldn't bear to lose their love?

All these days together with Saras had not disturbed him as much as his present thoughts of the days he will have to spend without her. As the fear of the emptiness her absence will leave in his home and heart threatened to suffocate him, he felt a pressing need to reassure himself of her presence. He turned,only to find the room empty.

His panicked heart beats reached a threatening pace as he reached the door in a few lunges. "Careful!" Sara's shrieked as she almost collided with his looming frame near the door.

"There she is", Vansh visibly loosened up and reentered the room, with Saras on his trail. She had brought 2 glasses of milk on a tray. " This..." as she began to speak Vansh cut her off.

"Saras, I need to speak to you about something important. Would you sit here with me?"

Saras was surprised at his tone...when had he last called her name so softly?

She put down the tray and sat beside him on the couch.

Vansh was looking down at his hands as new thoughts tormented him. What about Sara...what had he done to her? If he felt so strongly about Saras...why did he make promises of love to Sara?

He clenched his fists again, growing angrier with himself by the minute. Saras could read his anger...she grew concerned and spoke in a reaffirming manner.

"Whatever happened today was not your fault. How could you have known that Aditya will choose to hide at your home? Or that he would stoop to such low levels and attempt to kill Bhabisa? We are his family and none of us can still believe he would do something like that! Please don't blame yourself...you are a very good brother. You always put your sister before yourself in good times and stand before her like a wall in bad times. I am sure she also doesn't blame you...you please don't.."

As she continued consoling him, he looked at her, astonished. "How did she know about his guilt regarding Kanak?" Her sensitivity only made him more guilty. He reached out to take her hands in his.

Saras stopped talking, taken aback by the sudden contact. He now spoke in a low voice.

"Saras, however good a brother you say I am, I am a very bad man...a bad husband, a bad son and a bad brother too. I had no right to take the decision of divorce for Kanak. I had no right to play with your feelings and trap you in a wedding that isolated you from your family. I had no right to make such a disgusting mockery of the pure relationship between husband and wife...and I certainly had no right to spoil the life of another innocent girl"

Saras did not know where the conversation was heading, but his realisation touched her. At least, he admitted to his wrongdoings before they parted ways.

"I...I know this is hard for you to believe or even process... But all that has happened has changed me. You know I apologised to Uma today...just like that...I need to make a lot of amends to a lot of people...including Sara."

Saras stiffened at the mention of Sara. What was he planning to do? And how will she explain the situation to him?

As she furrowed her brows in thinking, Vansh continued.

"Whatever happened between me and Sara...I am really ashamed about it...it was not real...I cheated her. Whatever I felt was not love for her...she was a modern, independent woman who was ...you."

Saras was shocked. Did he know?

"Now that I look back, whatever feelings I had for her was because she looked exactly like you. I had an opportunity to interact with a Saras who did not come with the complications of our marriage that was messed up by me. I...I was immature and stupid. I did not realise immediately that whom I needed, whom I loved was not Sara...it was you!"

Looking down at their entwined hands, Saras thought that her pounding heart would stop any moment now.

Vansh looked into her eyes now. "I am truly sorry for what I have put you through. I know I am making yet another unfair demand, but please give this marriage...us...give me another chance.

You don't need to reply now. Think it over, stay here till you decide. I will make everything right and come back for you! I will apologise to Sara. I will become a better person...who is less angry, less stupid, less immature and...more...more deserving of your love" he now pleaded.

Saras felt no need to hide her tears now. He hesitated then extracted his hands and wiped a tear away with a feather touch.

"I am so sorry...sorry" he kept apologising.

Saras held his hand and said, "Didn't Bhabisa teach you that line? Dosti mein no sorry no thank you?"

Vansh smiled a bit and held out his hand..."So, friends?"

"Friends."

Outside the window, the storm had slowed into a sonorous rhythm of soft drizzling sounds.

(Next up: Shot 4 - First Date - Payal & Ved)

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Geethanatarajan

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Posted: 7 years ago

Hai shmy.

It was a wonderful start.

Waiting for the next part

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shmy27

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Posted: 7 years ago

Shot 4 - First Date - Payal & Ved

"With friends?" her chirpy voice resonated in the heavily decorated room.

"Yes, we always used spend our evenings together. Hanuman Gali is so full of eateries...that certainly doesn't help" Ved chuckled.

Payal, having changed into a simple saree was sitting cross-legged on the bed, across Ved as she was listening to his college stories with the enthusiasm of a wide eyed child.

"So you have tried a lot of food items? Even the ones with onions and chillies? Like Kanak?" she kept firing questions.

Ved replied, "Of course! Now that you will be in Hanuman Gali, I will bring you to all our hang outs."

"Won't your friends mind?," enquired Payal.

"Why would they? Anyway, we rarely meet up now...all have gotten busy with their jobs...like how I am tied up with my police work," Ved sighed and continued.
"That is why people say... College days are truly the best" he lamented.

"Hmm I always wished I got to go to college...make friends...go out with them to...what did you say? Hangouts" Payal laughed.

Ved felt a pang of sadness deep in his heart. She was so delicate, so young, so full of dreams...why did she have to be caged like this?

Payal snapped her fingers. "What happened? Lost in your college memories?"

Ved grinned. "No. Thinking of making new ones"

"Meaning?"

Before she could ask any further, Ved jumped out of bed and grabbed a rose from one on the gift bouqets lying on the side table.

"Mrs Payal Ved Rathi, would you give me the pleasure of taking you out on our first date?"

Cheeks turning crimson, Payal was shocked, to say the least. She shyly took the rose and managed to find her voice.
"Date? Meaning going out? Now?"

"Yes, yes and yes! Now be a good wife and say yes also" Ved insisted.

"But everyone will know...how.."

"Payal, you're forgetting that your husband is a policeman, and Sandhya Rathi's son no less. We will go out from the window" he whispered.

"What?" her mouth hung open.

"Now, will you quickly agree before all the shops close" he asked with his best puppy face.

Charmed by his antics and thrilled with the secrecy of it all, Payal nodded and followed him out of the window.

"You don't have a bike in this house?" Ved asked incredulously.

"No, Uma sa uses this bicycle only. If you're not comfortable, we can..."

"No no...it's fine! Anyway it will make less noise. Hop on!" signalled Ved before riding off.

Ved stopped at a chaat stall and excitedly got down.

"Come, let me introduce you to the magnificent world of food with onions and chillies. See
..my mouth is watering already"

Payal laughed, "You're just like Kanak when it comes to food...bhukkad!"

After many rounds of chaat and pakora, Payal was so full that she could not move an inch and Ved could barely sit on the cycle. They decided to walk back instead.

"You know, you should go to college if that is what you want. You should complete your studies" Ved spoke as they walked.

"What? Me?"

"Yes, join Kanak's college or join a women's college if you will be more comfortable. Whatever you choose and whenever you start, you should follow your dreams."

Payal tried hard to stop herself from screaming in joy. She composed herself and asked him teasingly,
"And if I join college and go out with my friends instead of you?"

Ved mused "No chance. Noone will dare compete with me for your time."

"Why why?"

"I am a policeman...everyone is scared of me" he triumphantly announced.

Amused, Payal retorted, "And if I make such a friend who is brave enough to take me out...then?"

"Then I will kidnap you."

As soon as the words slipped out of his mouth, Ved knew he had spoiled the moment. He felt Payal stiffen as well as the memories of that fateful night at the dance bar came back.

The cool breeze seemed to have stilled and Ved grew despondent over her silence. Not knowing what words he could use to reassure her, he reached out and held her hand. She looked into his eyes. He held her hand more firmly, silently promising her to never allow such a danger to near her ever again. She intertwined her fingers in his and gave an understanding smile.

They continued to talk about random topics as they heard a bell.

"Ice cream!" Ved pointed to the approaching cart.

"Ice cream? But..that...that is cold right, like kulfi? It just rained you shouldn't..."

"Oh god Payal, rainy time is when you must have ice cream. You must try today! Come with me!" he rushed her towards the cart.

As Payal stood confused with the myriad of flavours to choose from, Ved came to her rescue and ordered for both of them.

When the ice creams were given, Payal's eyes grew wide.

"Ved ji how many ice creams did you buy? We already ate so much...we will never finish all these. What a waste!" she worried.

Her complaining like a typical wife warmed Ved's heart.

"You can call me Ved. And ice cream going to waste with me around is impossible. You watch!"

They parked the bicycle and started tasting the different ice creams.

"Aah..how cold is this? I felt something shoot up my head" Payal panicked.

"Eat slowly. Who's the bhukkad now?" Ved teased.

Payal had become a total ice cream fan. She picked up the mango stick next to try as it was her favourite fruit. As she took her first taste, she couldn't control her moan.

"Mmm...how good is this"

Ved froze. His eyes now shifted from the chocolate cone he was so absorbed in to his pretty bride standing opposite to him.

Payal's mango stick had started melting and sticky orange fluid ran down her fingers and hand now.

"Oh no" she exclaimed and started licking her fingers.

Ved gulped, acutely aware of her effects on him. His mind raced to dark places and he was fast losing control over his thoughts.

Payal wiped her fingers and suddenly looked at him, shrieking "Ved ji, what have you done?"

Did she know? Ved looked down with guilt.

"Look at your shirt!"

Ved followed her finger...he had been so brazenly staring at his wife that his chocolate ice cream had dropped on his shirt.

"I.."he started to explain as she came forward with the tissue and water bottle.

"Wait. I will clean it, it will become a stain"

Ved cursed himself as she stood mere inches away from him, wiping off ice cream with her fingers. Her fragrance made him heady, and her closeness was making him disoriented. Just then, she innocently placed her other hand on his waist over his shirt. He held his breath.

"This girl will be the death of me"

Payal, with his favourite chocolate ice cream smeared on her fingers looked into his eyes now and asked, "You made tall claims about never wasting ice cream. Now what is this?" she arched her eyebrows.

Ved reacted spontaneously. "I told you, I never waste ice cream." he whispered and took her fingers in his mouth.

Payal gasped as she felt a strange heat pool in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly conscious, she withdrew her fingers in a snap and turned her back towards him.

Ved ran his hands through his hair.

"Great. Now I have scared her away. What was the need to invade her private space? IPS officer who can't even control himself..." Ved scolded himself and looked haplessly at Payal. How could he make it up to her...

Payal turned and looking down, told him in a soft voice "I need something to drink. I am thirsty..."

Ved was relieved that she did not cry or scream. But he felt crushed that all the comfort they had shared throughout the night had vaporised in a second.

With a heavy heart, he led her to a tea shop he had spotted on their way.

Payal noticed how Ved's face had fallen as they walked. She did not know what to think or say. Would he have gotten angry that she took her hands away like that? Why did she even do that?

She couldn't help but think back to the time Aditya touched her... She had withdrawn as quickly then too...Oh God no! Was that how she made him feel? Like he was forcing himself on her? She quickly looked up again at Ved, worry etched over her face.

"We've reached. You sit here" Ved spoke in a low voice and went.

Payal sat on the bench and waited for Ved to arrive with the tea. Numerous thoughts were swimming in her mind. Why did she take back her hands so quickly? Did she not want him to be near her?

She remembered the time Ved had hugged her at the dance bar...like she was the only thing that mattered to him in the world, like it was the last time they were meeting...like she was his. She had held him close that day, never wanting the moment to end.

She sighed...what was the use in talking to herself like this. She had spoiled their wedding day...she had to make it up to Ved, he deserved it.

As she made the decision, Ved came running, balancing hot tea in his hands.

"Uff uff don't touch it...it's hot." He placed the tea glasses on the bench and flicked his fingers in the air.

Payal stood up and kneeled in front of him. "Show me your fingers... Did you get burnt?"

"No, it's nothing. Just that it was hot. You drink your..."

"Couldn't you have called me there if it was too hot for you to carry? Look your fingers are so red now..."

"Payal, please don't worry. Nothing like that, teek ho jayega (It will be fine)"

"Really? And how?" Payal demanded as she blew on his fingers.

Ved was touched at her concern and dared to try returning their comfort level to before.

"And your blowing like this...this will make it fine?"

Payal stopped blowing. "No, but..." She didn't what came over her as she bent down to place soft kisses on his fingers.

Ved was too shocked to speak.

Payal looked up coyly. "Ab teek? (Are you fine now?)"

Ved finally found his voice "Pehle kabhi itne teek nahi tha! (Never been more fine ever!"

Payal blushed and sat beside him, finishing her tea and secretly proud of her feat.

Walking back, Ved took her hands in his, now authoritatively and asked her "So...I will take it that we will have a next date?"

Payal chuckled and said "No chance. You don't look like the brave kind who can stand against my husband. He is a police officer, you know? And everyone is scared of him!" she warned him teasingly as they reached home.

"Oh really? Wait I will show you!" He chased her to their room.

(Finale coming soon: Shot 5 - The Wait - Kanak & Uma)

Edited by shmy27 - 7 years ago

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Posted: 7 years ago

Shot 5 - The Wait - Kanak & Uma

"Wait!" Kanak's muffled voice could be heard from beyond the bathroom door.

"Kanak! How long more will you take? You have been in there for so long already..." Uma whined as he leaned against the door in exasperation.

He had put in so much effort and proposed to her in her favourite filmy style...he had not expected them to take their relationship further tonight...he knew they had to be remarried first...still, they could have atleast slept next to each other, holding hands and talking. Talking about the stupid divorce she had initiated or their impending wedding or their future together or their children... Uma smiled sheepishly at his thought, imagining Kanak running behind 2 toddlers who were just as mischievous and messy as her.

But no - his wife had other plans, as usual. As soon as they entered the room after his proposal, she had excused herself to the bathroom. And by the looks of it, it seemed that she had planned to spend the night there.

"Kanak..." he called out again. He only heard the tinkling of her bangles. Suddenly worried, he knocked on the door.
"Are you okay? Did something happen to you?"

"Oh Mr Vaid (Doctor)! I am fine. I am coming..." she replied.

Uma let out a relieved sigh and sat on the bed, unable to wipe the goofy smile plastered on his face. He remembered the morning he had stolen a glance of her as she was about to exit the bathroom. Her dripping wet hair...her glistening back...her chandan fragrance mixed with the herbal soap he used that gave him a strange pleasure... How could one wait with such an enciting wife by the side?

"Umaaa!" His thoughts were pierced by Kanak's scream, still from behind the bathroom door.

He rushed to the door.

"What happened? Why are you screaming?"

"The lock is stuck. It isn't opening!"

"What? Are you sure?" Uma asked in shock.

"Sure? What kind of question is this Uma? I am stuck and this is what you ask?" Kanak growled.

"No...no. I mean, how did it...what did you..."

"Seriously? What did I do? Do you think I am a nutcase to lock myself inside a bathroom, of all places?" Kanak scoffed.

"Oh God please calm down. I am sorry...I just meant to ask you to try opening it. I will try from this side."

15 minutes later, both Kanak and Uma had worked up a sweat trying in vain to pry the lock open. Kanak had given up, tired from the eventful day. She pulled a stool close to the door and sat down. Uma also slouched and sat on the floor outside. He was contemplating whether he should call Gabbasa to open the door when he heard Kanak laugh from inside.

"Kanak, what happened? Why are you laughing?" he questioned in disbelief.

"Uma, do you remember how we spent our first night together in this room? I refused to come out of the bathroom..." Kanak recalled and laughed heartily.

Uma smiled as he thought back to that night...who would have thought fate would test him like this in the future?

"At least you were hiding that time...now it seems that the bathroom is hiding you" Uma complained.

Kanak giggled and her eyes shone with mischief.

"Hmm...don't worry Uma. We will talk till the morning."

Of course, talk is all we can do anyway. He thought to himself before replying, "Fine...what should we talk about?"

Boldened by the door separating them, Kanak launched her first weapon to torture her Daaku Singh.

"What are you wearing, Uma?"

The innocent Uma, without suspecting a thing, replied matter of factly..."My usual kurta that I wear to sleep...why?"

"Why is not a valid question Uma. Ask me what I am wearing" Kanak prodded.

"Fine what are you wearing?" Uma asked, oblivious to his wife's plans.

"My blue kurti...the light blue one with flower embroidery...then my off white skirt, you know the one with an umbrella cut...then my simple pearl earrings..."

Uma cut her off, "Okay okay I get the point."

"How rude...listen!" Kanak chided

"Continue..." Uma said in a dejected tone, as all his hopes for a romantic night became truly dead and buried.

"All these, I had planned to wear. But now..." Kanak dragged.

"But now?" he asked.

"The door is stuck anyway and I can't come out...so..."

"So?" he was growing impatient at her long story about her fashion choices.

"So...I wore nothing."

Uma couldn't believe his ears. Did she just...

"What? What did you say?" he asked in such an alarmed tone that it sent Kanak into a fit of giggles she painfully suppressed by clamping her hand down on her mouth.

"Yes, Uma. Now think, what is the use of wearing clothes when you're stuck in a bathroom?"

Uma suddenly felt heat pool behind his ears and he struggled to speak. "You...you're lying right?"

"Why would I? If you don't believe me, you can come in and check when the lock is repaired." Kanak dared.

Uma was positive that he was blushing now. Thank god she was on the other side, he thought to himself.

"What happened Uma? Okay okay you don't have to come in...don't be so scandalised!" she teased.

Not one to back down, Uma retorted, "What is so scandalous in this? I will surely come in..."

Kanak's eyes widened...was it the same Uma who had stood like a tree as she hugged him publicly and professed her love?

"Okay then, we will see. Your turn now...talk!" she demanded.

Uma smiled wickedly as a revenge plan formed in his mind. "Kanak you know that dialogue I told you today? Could you narrate that film's story to me?" he asked in his most earnest voice.

Kanak felt deflated. "What? Film story? Now?"

"Yes, I heard that these stories are shown for hours...so if you narrate it scene by scene, we can pass time."

Kanak slapped her forehead. What will I do with this man? She made a crybaby face and started narrating the story in a monotonous voice. However, in no time, filmy Kanak took over and she was totally engrossed in her narration...she started dancing, singing, even mimicking sound effects inside the bathroom.

Uma sat outside laughing silently, holding his stomach. He quietly stood up and made his way to the storeroom with a hurricane light in hand.

Kanak was busy singing as he made his way back to his original sitting position with the tool box and started working stealthily on the lock.

As time passed, Kanak neared the climax and sat down near the door. She closed her eyes, visualising the scenes and she was so moved that she had not realised that her multi talented husband had unlocked the door. Uma opened the door with a triumphant smile.

"Owww..." Kanak fell back, right into Uma's lap.

Kanak's cheeks flushed as she realised her situation. Uma had froze...he was confident that she had been lying about her clothes...he was right, though...she had lied but she was wearing...

Kanak stood up immediately, wrapped in a towel. "I ...that...I..."

She turned back to dart into the safety of the bathroom when Uma held the door open.

Kanak looked up at him, surprised.

"You wanted me to come in, right?" Uma asked huskily.

Kanak drew a sharp breath...it was the same voice he has used on the day he traced his fingers on her body...she looked down, embarrassed at the memory and how it made her melt now.

"I was...I was just..."

Uma pushed the door open slowly and came in. Kanak took small steps backward as he approached her. His eyes were dark with desire and she clutched her towel tightly. She could feel her calves hit the the wall of the bathtub and her entire body quivered in anticipation of his next move.

He held her by the shoulders and made her sit on the edge of the bathtub. She seemed to have lost control of her body, as she became lost in his beautiful eyes. Uma reached behind her, his scent now painfully close to her nose and wreaking havoc in her already muddled brain.
He turned on the tap. Kanak grew anxious. What did he have on his mind?

As she tried to read his eyes, she felt a cold drop of water on her forehead. She shivered a little and closed her eyes as her lips parted in a gasp.

Uma began to drip water on her forehead as his other hand travelled from her shoulder to her nape, pulling her head back. As the cold water dripped down her forehead...down her face and neck, she became aware of her breathing becoming heavy. She was trying to control it...but what Uma did next undid her.

He placed his lips on her forehead, tracing the water droplets down her face...at times, drinking the water and at others, dropping feathery kisses on her damp skin.

Kanak curled her toes as he neared her lips. Then, he stopped. Yet, she could still feel his warm breath fanning her face. Confused, she opened her eyes. His dreamy eyes were staring back into her eyes, as if waiting for approval. She slid her hands over his arms and reached to hold his face.

"Kanak..." his voice was a mere whisper.

"Shhh" she said and pulled him closer.

As their lips touched, Kanak had a weird thought...the movies were right, after all. It felt exactly like fireworks when they kissed. For a man of his stature, Uma was surprisingly sensitive and gentle. He held her hands on his face and tentatively touched her lips again. She smiled against his lips and they kissed again.

This time, as he deepened the kiss, she sighed in approval and released her hands to hug his strong shoulders. Now, Uma smiled at his petite wife's futile attempt to engulf him in a hug.

Time had surely stopped...Kanak thought as they pulled apart for breath. It felt like they had kissed for an eternity. Uma was now kneeling beside the bathtub, resting his forehead against Kanak's forehead as she still sat on the edge of the bathtub.

Uma stood up and Kanak looked up...her dishevelled hair, blushing face, slightly reddening lips and all.

Uma gave her a cheeky grin. Kanak now became conscious and stood up to face him.
"What's wrong? Why are you grinning like that?"

"Nothing... I was just thinking that..." Uma paused.

"That...?" Kanak grew wary.

"You have excellent towel wrapping skills. It didn't even move an inch."

Kanak's mouth formed a round O at his comment as he winked and walked out of the bathroom.

Kanak turned to the mirror and ended up blushing more at the sight of herself. She quickly turned to shut the door and dress when Uma's strong hands blocked the door.

"Umaaa" Kanak squealed, "What is this? Again?"

"Again? You want me to come in again?" Uma asked in a sincere tone.

"What? No! Why are you holding the door again is what I was asking..."

"Oh...that?" Uma leaned in towards her, caressing her cheek and taking a strand of her hair to twirl leisurely in his finger. "Actually... Actually..."

"Mm?" Kanak managed to squeak.

He leaned further and with his lips came dangerously close to her ears,whispered in that husky voice of his "It is 4.30am now, time for my bath."

Kanak shot open her eyes, which she had closed to inhale his scent as he leaned into her. "What?" she exclaimed.

"Yes time for me to bathe. But if you want, you can stay inside."

Kanak flinched and his lips landed on the spot on her neck, right below her ears. He sensed her breath hitch. Languorously, he traced his lips down her neck and over her still bare shoulders, before engulfing her in a hug. She wrapped her arms around him, giggling slightly as his rough stubble brushed against her shoulder.
Uma had no wish to let her go, and he sighed in contentment.

Kanak slowly opened her eyes and whispered in his ear...
" You know what you said...about...about your bath?"

He opened his eyes too and his ears perked up as he heard her words. "Mm?" he asked...

"That..."

"That?" Uma wanted her to finish her sentence desperately.

Kanak slowly loosened the hug and looked into his eyes,
"That is...that is for...AFTER OUR WEDDING" she ended up screaming and pushing him out of the bathroom before locking the door.

Uma sighed as she called out once again "A great man once told me that patience is a great virtue". She laughed as Uma groaned. His wife had left him waiting high and dry outside the bathroom door, yet again.

~The End~

Thank you to all the readers, hope you liked it😃

Edited by shmy27 - 7 years ago

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varsha79

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Posted: 7 years ago

U r just superb shmy27...

All five shots are treat to read.. N best part is I can actually visualize it in front of me...

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shmy27

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Posted: 7 years ago

Originally posted by: varsha79
U r just superb shmy27...
All five shots are treat to read.. N best part is I can actually visualize it in front of me...

👏👏👏

Awww that's very sweet...thank you for reading😳