Sameer-Naina TS: Fulfillment (Part 2 updated on Page 7)

Naina Agarwal had numerous small chores to occupy her time that Saturday afternoon, but her annoyance wouldn't let her rest until she had talked to one Mr. hot-shot Maheshwari. What in the world was he thinking saying things like that in-front of a bunch of those twittering idiot girls. She had blushed, felt flustered and then peeved in a span of one minute when Preeti had told her about it. She had been determined to take him to task the following morning in college when she had remembered that he was away for a very important business meeting. She had spent the 24 hours alternatively feeling irritated with him when the girls had teased her and missing him whenever she was alone. In short, even in his absence he had occupied her thoughts every single second.

As she strode into their college campus, 2 hours earlier than the actual opening time, she strictly reminded herself to not mellow down just on seeing him or fall under the spell of his charming smile as she so often did. She cursed herself for wearing the blue jeans and pink top, his favorite. She was angry on him, wasn't she? So, she should have worn something hideous, something he didn't like at all, like that green salwar-kameez Taiji had so reluctantly bought for her last Diwali. But when she had opened her wardrobe that morning, her eyes had fallen on that pink top and she had been immediately reminded of the heat she had seen in Sameer's eyes when she had worn it the first time and that swift kiss he had placed on her cheek. So here she was, dressed up as a welcome present for him, although she had successfully resisted any make-up and had knotted up her hair.

Sameer and Naina were in their third year of college and their relationship had stayed strong and love had deepened through all these years even after facing storms of separation, insignificant squabbles, severe performance pressure on Sameer and, not to forget, several comical attempts of finding groom for Naina by Taiji. Although none of those attempts had been comical when they were happening at that moment. She had been furious both the times when two prospective grooms had come over to see if she was desirable enough for them; she had wanted to pick up the metal flower vase from the dining table and throw it at their heads, or better yet throw the bone-china cups & saucers which Taiji had produced for those occasions. Both times Sameer had been on the street beneath her balcony like a road-side Romeo pacing up and down, waiting for Naina to come at the balcony and give him the signal that the torment had ended. She whispered a mental thanks to her Chachaji and Chachiji for being firm on their "education first, marriage later" principle.

Along with them, their friends had also advanced on the tracks of relationships. Munna was no longer a bandar for Swati, although she had later confessed that she simply called him bandar because she had loved to see his antics always. Munna had progressed to call her Swati one fine day, and Swati had stumbled on hearing him say her actual name. That was the day, they started on their journey and had successfully traveled the course of one and half years. Pandit was still struggling between his love for samosas and his fascination for Preeti's talent in playing pranks, although Preeti had started to win since quite some months now. Naina chuckled at the thought of seeing Preeti and Pandit as a couple, God save the students and teachers from them.

As she peered into the hall room they were supposed to decorate for the upcoming exhibition, she saw that someone had placed the boxes of decoration items on the floor already. She frowned at an ugly plastic flower and recalled the madness Sameer had started since they joined college. Sameer had been ecstatic on being able to see her in dresses and jeans everyday, rather than the plain school uniform and kept calling her on random mornings with demands of wearing a particular dress or top. He had also started buying earrings and bracelets for her from Law Garden, some of them quite ludicrous in designs and color. Naina entertained his demands most of the times and even wore those ridiculous earrings simply because she adored the smile that would bloom on his face. After Nanu's death, it had taken a lot of time and efforts for Sameer's smile to reach his eyes and replace the shadow of pain. She had begun counting each of his smiles and laugh, and now even when he smiled frequently and laughed easily, her brain had stopped counting them, but her heart still registered each curve of those lips. Every time he smiled or laughed Naina felt as if she had won a medal.

The first time she had given in to his demand of wearing red dress, he had complimented her as soon as she stepped in the classroom and had produced a red rose for her. The other time, she hadn't complied to his demand and had worn yellow instead of pink, Sameer had eyed her from top to bottom while circling around her, then smirked and incredibly enough produced a bright yellow sunflower saying his heart had somehow made him pick that instead of a pink rose. She felt flustered and butterflies erupted in her stomach at his glances, at his compliments. Now it didn't even matter what she wore, if she applied kajal or not, whether her lips were tinted or not, Sameer would look at her with gazes so intense that could melt her in puddle and toss around compliments that made her heartbeats skitter.

Not being used to hearing them, most of the time she ignored the compliments thinking Sameer just said it to make her feel better. But she could never ignore or forget the feeling of her hands being clasped in his, the gaps between her fingers being filled by his long fingers, the bone-crushing hugs he would pull her into without any warning, the sweet kisses that he would plant on her forehead after each of their arguments, or the scorching kisses he showered on every inch of her face while holding her face with his hands almost reverently. She could do nothing but surrender in-front of his passion, swept away by emotions so strong that it was impossible for her to even stand on her own two feet. Her knees would buckle, and she would be held up only by his strong arms. Every time... each single time he had stopped himself, regained his self-control before touching her lips. He would look into her eyes seeking permission but on seeing the confusion she felt at her unfamiliar and betraying emotions, he would sigh and distance himself from her.

She didn't believe his words of compliments even though she blushed each time on hearing them. She never hugged him just like that even though she never resisted being pulled into his arms. She felt utter confusion at the passions she saw in his brown eyes. She felt frustrated whenever he would pull back from those kisses, not knowing if she wanted to be free of his arms or put her arms around him. She failed to fathom why her body trembled like that or why Sameer would be irritated and cranky after setting her away from his body. She soaked in his desire yet felt unfulfilled...

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