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After literally running out of all the Bollywood songs in my playlist, I finally decided to use this one as the title, I also know the song is far more sensuous than this one but I still hope it makes sense to you all.
This one is for you, srishty!
One shot- o Saiyyan
She groped for the box on the roof of the cupboard with both her hands. Standing on a small stool, she tried to steady herself as she leaned in a little more to get access to the small treasure chest.
Her back arched as she tried to reach the content, causing the fabric on her waist move making it visible. That's what caught his attention when he entered in his room looking for a file. His steps faltered for the briefest moment before he leapt forward to hold her as she tumbled on the stool losing her balance. The box in her hands escaped as she tried to grasp the cupboard for support but she was late.
He came rushing and held her waist, the same he had been admiring a minute ago. She held his shoulder for support as the pearls began to shower on them, the pearl strands came lose when they escaped the sanctuary of the box. He was agile enough to save her from falling down but not enough to save himself from stumbling upon the pearls, making her fall on top on him on the floor.
Zindagi ne pehani hai muskaan karne lagi hai
Itna karam kyun na jaane
A few seconds later, when she was able to catch her breath and comprehend the sudden turn of events, she heard him ask.
"Are you okay?"
She could only nod at the close proximity. "And you?"
He was far from it, her sari pallu had moved from in the process, making her cleavage clearly visible to him. Almost within his reach. He gulped and shook his head, looking at her baffled eyes. This felt too right to move, lest the magic would end.
He raised his left hand to tuck a lock of hair which acted as a barrier to her beautiful face. She tried to get up but his hold on her waist didn't allow her but perhaps he heard somebody's footsteps coming their way too and Mihir's question came next, "what was it?"
"Nothing." Raman shouted and helped his wife in getting up who by now had turned scarlet while she fixed her sari but before she could cover her bossom, he had pinned her to the cupboard caging her.
"I heard someone fall.." Mihir was on the threshold of their room.
He was not a saint to resist her in her current form. She looked too perfect now to not give in to his desires. That's when Raman found the crook of his wife's neck to savor, nuzzling her. His wife, however, was too stunned to react at first let alone conjure the presence of somebody at the doorstep. She closed her eyes when he kissed her soft spot beneath her left ear.
Meri adhuri kahaani lo daastaan bann gayee
Ho tune chhuaa aaj aise main kya se kya bann gayee
The gasp was audible to her husband who nibbled her earlobe teasing her. He could tell, the footsteps had receded and that Mihir was long gone and just when he was about to pull back, she snaked her arms around his neck, while she craned hers towards right giving him more access to continue his sweet torture.
Sehame hue sapne mere haule haule angdaiyaan le rahe
Thehare huye lamahe mere nayi nayi gehraiyaan le rahe
He did not miss the cue as he dug his fingers in her hair, while he worked his way towards her lips, dropping kisses on her jaw and cheek. She was shy at first, not allowing her entry he seeked but he was not giving up just now so kissed the soft, luscious lips ever so softly and when a moan escaped her lips, he nibbled her lower lips leading the way, teaching her, exploring her. While the tongues played their games, his hands explored the sides which he had been fantasizing about, traveling under the sari. When the kiss ended, she rested her head on his chest as he carressed her back, lingering a little longer on the bare waist, his thumbs doing wonder to her body.
Soor se zara behaki hui meri duniya thi badi besuri
Soor mein tere dhalne lagi bani re piya main bani baansuri
When she was back in her senses, her eyes widened as she found her sari pooled around her feet. She couldn't muster enough courage to face her husband and he must have gathered as much because he moved back a bit and lifted her face with his index finger, making her meet his gaze.
"Found it." He said looking in her eyes.
"What?" She asked with hope in her eyes.
Karvat lene lage hain armaan phir bhi
Hai aankh nam kyun naa jaane o saiyyan
"The file." He gestured towards the the dressing table, behind them. He picked the file and moved past her as she kept rooted to the same spot, too embarrasses to move. When she gathered her sari and moved to the mirror to wrap it again, she noticed the hook of her blouse had come off. As if it wasn't embarrasing enough to act like a wanton with him, her blouse had also to be torn off. Raman had done so to save her being seen by Mihir and she had taken it to another direction altogether. She shook her head as she realized what had transpired between them. She was caught in a compromising position. Her husband was saving her from embarrassment, he was her savior.
Odhu teri kaaya solah singaar main saja loon
Sangam ki yeh raina iss mein tyohaar main mana loon
She looked herself in the mirror, turning red as a smile appeared on her lips. The last few minutes were embarrassing but the best of her life. She experienced moments of bliss, of desire. She knew that she was wanted. She was wanted by him just as much as she wanted him. She started wrapping the fabric around her and just when she was done, she realized the blouse needed amend so she turned towards the wardrobe to find a matching blouse and stopped short. The reason behind her conundrum stood at the threshold of their room, in three long strides he was in front of her.
"You forgot something else again?"
"Yes." He smiled at his blushing wife.
"What?"
"This." This time the kiss lasted longer than their first and when they parted, he asked "is that why you prefer wearing sari?
She looked flustered and bewildered.
"I owe it to these blouses for coming off that easily today." He smirked as he pulled her in his arms. "do you have more of these?" He asked when she hit him playfully.
"Why?" She asked still looking down.
"Because if you don't, get more. One way or another they will be torn off."
"Meaning?" She eleaned back in his embrace and asked.
"You'll know it tonight." He winked at her. "What were you doing by the way?"
"I was looking for the jewelry that you had given me."
"We are getting late for meeting bhai." Mihir called out from the corridor.
"I got to go." He said and left with one last kiss.
Zindagi ne pehani hai muskaan karne lagi hai
Itna karam kyun na jaane
Later at night, she streched herself a little in bed as her eyes caught her blouse lying on the couch. She kept her head on her husband's chest, who in his sleep caressed her bare back as a smile played on her lips and she dropped a kiss.
"True to his word."
"Hmm?" He stirred in his sleep.
"You tore it."
"Didn't I say as much today?"
"You need to take me shopping."
"Woman, I can take you to heaven right now." He said as he opened his eyes just to guage her response which was a mere blush, enough to know what he needed to know. Her consent.
If only he knew the heaven he was promised after being living through the dark days of his life, he would have gladly counted the days until he reached his heaven, his safe heaven in her arms. He would never had been gloomy, his bleak life wouldn't have had those moments of despair. He should have known, he was in this world to be with her.
Mere aasmaan se jo hamesha gumshuda thay
Chaand taare tune gardishon ki lai badaldi laut aaye aaj saare
Ye Hai Mohabbatein
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