Aayat
Yeh Teri Aur Meri, Mohabbat Hayat Hai
Har Lamha Isme Jeena, Muqadar Ki Baat Hai
Kehti Hai Ishq Duniya Jise...
Kehti Hai Ishq Duniya jise, Meri Jaan-E-Mann...
Iss Ek Lafz Mein Hi Chupi Qaynaat Hain..
He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, snuggling more into her embrace, playing with her hairs. He always had a certain fascination towards her hairs, which she could never understand. Amused, she just giggled.
Suddenly, he pulled himself back. She raised her brow, at his ever so unusual act. "We are going out." He declared, and her jaw dropped at his demand. Frowning, she pouted, shaking her head in denial and pulled the duvet closer, hiding herself from him.
He chuckled at his wife's childish acts. Her switches from mature to childish, bold to shy, typical ordering wife to innocent kitten were so fluent and quick that he was the one, always left behind, wondering, how... how exactly one can be as amazing as she was! But then, wasnt that the one thing, that made him fall for her to the extent that there was no way of reverting? Nonetheless, he would never even want that.
"Ishita." He called, in anticipation bringing the duvet, sliding down. "Chalo na." Requesting her with his utterly cute eyes, he leaned forward, rubbing their noses.
"Raman, aap bhi na." Shrugging everything that had covered her, she greeted her feet with ground. "Baarish ho rahi hai, bahar. Aur aap jaante hai..."
"Ke tumhe baarish me bahar jana pasand nahi." Completing the sentence before she could, he smiled sheepishly. Rolling her eyes over his knowledge about every single detail about her, she sighed. "Aur fir bhi aapko jana hai."
Blinking his eyes, he walked up to her. Lovingly kissing her cheek, he left the room, not before asking her to change quickly. She shook her head, before taking herself near cupboard to pick one outfit for her. Her eyes glistened on finding something very familiar but she hadn't seen since long. She smiled and blushed at the same moment, recalling the back-story of that piece.
Oh great! She mentally patted her back, laughing out loudly. Her little mind had thought of a evil plan to flop the sweet attempt her husband taking her out when it was raining, which she hated. Little? Scratch that. She is not little. The thought brought a cute anger on her face, remembering how Raman, every time teased her calling little' knowing it irritated her like anything.
Pushing her imaginary anger and irritation aside, she went inside washroom in order to bring her plan in action.
"Itna kyu time lag raha hai?" Impatiently, he entered in his room, searching for her. On not finding her there, he moved towards the washroom, knowing she must be inside. He lifted his hand to open the knob of the door, but it got opened right at that instant.
For a moment, he forgot to breathe, looking at the magnificent scenery. She elegantly stepped aside, flaunting the black gown, revealing her gorgeous bare shoulders from its thin strips. He was literally gawking at his wife, who looked absolutely, stunning in that western outfit, which he himself had gifted her on the night; they become one in every sense.
"Ishita..." Escaped from his lips, and she did a small victory dance in her mind, seeing her try of avoiding going out coming successful so easily but her dance couldn't complete as he grabbed her wrist, pulling her entirely onto him. His one hand slid around her waist, and there, he held her closer sending shivers and sparks through her.
The moment his fingertip trailed from her shoulder to wrist, she cursed herself for even thinking of doing, what she did. Within a moment, bold wife had turned into shy kitten, his kitten.
"Ram..."
Her words left unsaid in air, as he nuzzled his face in crook of his neck. She clutched his T-Shirt in her fist; her knees had started giving up. She had long ago forgotten, it was some plan or anything of that sort.
Pulling himself a bit away from her, he stared at her innocent face, her eyes closed, breathing raced. He could adore her, just like that, his entire life. He could spend his every moment, just like that, staring at her beautiful face.
"Aap bohot bure hai, Raman." She started smacking him on his chest, when she heard him laughing.
"Aur tum kya ho? Kaisa baccho wala plan tha ye Ishita? Tumse behtar jaanta hu mai tumhe aur tumhari har ek bat ko." Holding her hand, he pressed his lips together to suppress his laughter, releasing his grip on her waist.
"Raman." She cried softly.
"Waise, ye plan bhi bura nahi hai." Giggling, he left her hands and leaned forward. But she pushed him with her palm.
"Tum na..." he stepped towards her and pulled her cheeks, "Bohot cute ho." Hearing which, her lips crept with an adorable smile. She loved hearing adjectives for her from him. He had kept so many nicknames for her, princess, doll, beauty, sweetheart, sunshine, and what not.
"Ah... ab bas bhi kijiye." She lowered her gaze slyly, embarrassed, and hid her face in his chest.
The way he looked at her every time, gave her goose-bumps, an utterly delicate feeling that she could never express. Until she had met him, she had laughed on tales narrated by her friends about love', saying this happens, that happens when you fall in love... especially the butterflies dancing thing. She had found it ridiculous at that time but everything changed so drastically after he stepped in her life and when she started experiencing everything, she realized that her friends weren't talking in air.
She gasped loudly, when her legs couldn't feel being connected to the ground anymore and that was when she realized, that her husband had taken advantage of her lost self and had picked her up, backing off a little.
He gave her his charming and dazzling smile, which was exclusively reserved for only and only her, when she circled her hands around his neck, rather than resisting which she normally used to do. The moment had already become extraordinarily fascinating, she stared in his eyes and their eyes locked, like always.
"You look breathtakingly incredible and spectacularly phenomenal." Resting his forehead on her, he mumbled with a deep tone of admiration.
Momentarily closing her eyes, she felt heavenly.
She felt cherished.
She felt adored.
She felt loved...
So immensely loved that it almost overwhelmed her, to the extent where tears threatened to mark presence in the blissful moment but she somehow managed not to let them step there, knowing well, that unexplainably caring husband would panic seeing them. Reverting to his original stance, he walked out, carrying her in his arms, not leaving her sight even for a moment.
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. "Raman!" She exclaimed, her eyes shining, stealing the glance of the beautiful arrangement, in their lawn. It was a wonderful set-up, undoubtedly, a table and two chairs clad in white, table adorned with roses and candles. Rain had been stopped by then; small drops were still embracing ground. Putting her down, he beamed, roaming his gaze around; satisfied with the set up, looking at her brightened face.
"Ye sab aapne kab kiya?" Stepping around, she asked, admiring the surrounding.
"Jab aap apne master plan me busy thi." He replied only to receive a light hit from her.
Pulling out chair for her, he made her sit and himself sat next to her. "Maine kaha tha, ham bahar ja rahe hai. Bahar ka matlab yaha bhi ho sakta hai na. Tum janti ho, mai wo kabhi nahi karunga jo tumhe pasand nahi."
His tone softened and her eyes moistened. She bent towards him, lifting herself a bit, and kissed on his both cheeks, letting her gratitude to find its silent ways.
"Pani Puri... Thank you, thank you so much Raman." She screamed as loudly as she could, "Oh my god, I love you Raman. Mai aapse bohot, bohot, bohot jada pyar karti hu." When she took off the lids from the bowls, a surprise knock her eyes, leaving her ecstatic. She couldn't sit there, anymore. She had left the chair same instant, and ran towards him. Slipping her hands on sides of his neck, from the back, she rested her head on him; her excitement was on some another level.
Anyone would have been amused at her reaction but not him. Who better than him knew, how crazy his wife was for that pani puri thing.
"Pani Puri se bhi jada?" He asked, as she shifted hurriedly back to her place, and started making it so that she could eat. Her mouth had already started watering.
She raised her head. "Um... nahi... usse thoda kam." She giggled while he shook his head at her.
"What happened now?" Weird, he felt when he saw her movement stilled all of sudden and she gazed at him. She clearly seemed upset.
"Mujhe nahi chahiye, Raman." Dropping back the Puri she held, in the bowl, she told him, in a feeble voice, unwillingly.
What should I do with this innocently amazing woman? It took him few seconds to realize, the reason behind her action. He pressed his lips together, seeing her fallen face, and reached out, and made one Pani-Puri, exactly the same way, she liked and went near her.
She etched her eyes at ground. He held it near her lips and parting them a bit, he pushed it inside her mouth and she stared at him, with her wide eyes. "You can eat now. Doctor has permitted and this is from the best hygienic place." She relaxed a bit, hearing him and munched blinking her eyes. He slapped his forehead when he found her smiling uncontrollably.
He had planned her to surprise today, with her favourite Pani-Puri treat. Her paled face haunted him every day, when Doctor restricted her from eating any outside food, because of her low haemoglobin, stating it would cause her food poisoning. Raman being Raman, strongly disliked, she eating Pani-Puri, for his obvious hygiene issues, scaring that she would fall sick. And he initially was glad when Doctor asked her not to go for it, but later, he cursed himself for searching happiness in the thing that snatched her beautiful smile.
He went to meet Doctor. As suggested by the doctor, he had only option to increase her haemoglobin count, and then she would be free to have anything. After forcefully making her eat everything that could raise her haemoglobin level, he finally had managed in making it normal. Yesterday, he had got her reports, as per which, her haemoglobin was absolutely normal now. He hadn't told her yet rather he planned to say it in another way. But the kind of husband he was, it didn't allow him to risk her health in any way. So had had visited many places, and finally found a perfect, with best hygiene one.
"Ab khana hai ya bas mujhe hi dekhna hai?" He waved in front of her, teasing her as she laid her eyes on him, and refused to look down. It did amuse him, because she was someone, who couldn't look anywhere if she had Pani-Puri but today, it was different.
"Mai aapse bohot pyar karti hu, Raman." This time, confession came in a more appealing tone, she staring at him, her eyes held the love of entire universe for him.
"Mai jaanta hu. Ab khao. Warna mai khane nahi dunga. Fir mat..."
Before he could complete that sentence which seemed dreadful to her, she stared at him terrified, and started gulping her Pani-Puri, showing her tongue to him and there he sat, wondering if he had really married a woman?
Definitely not!
She held the capacity to give a tough competition to a three-year-old kid, when it came to antics, tantrums, and cuteness. Nonetheless, he loved every shade of her, be it mature or childish, bold or shy... but in her varying shades, one thing stayed still, and that was,
She was sacred.
Sacred as any prayer, any blessing!
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