Samaina SS- Hum Aapke Hai Kaun Part 5 p.77 closing Note p82 - Page 16

This update is dedicated to AMereWanderer aka my dear Muskaan who has a bright future of writing set out for her and yet never stops appreciating my own work. Love you my dear ❤️

Also the kiss here has been partly taken from my own memory of my first kiss. Except I wasn't as nervous as Naina and didn't really say shaadi ke baad. But yes it was with someone who I thought was my own Sameer at the time.

Chapter 1B- Jee Bharke Dekhiye

Sameer's thoughts and flashbacks are in italics

Sameer strode in with a swag in his steps until the string of his rucksack caught in the door pulling him back, causing the basket of peas to scatter at his feet. Grah kam Mattar Pravesh zyada ho gaya yeh. Of course, he was stepping into his sasural, how can his entrance ever be normal here. He had to do something every time he came. The first time it was a bag of rice grains, then a shower of slaps and swears, and so on. The list was endless. The only time he ever stepped into his sasural that could be considered close to normal was when he had brought his family over for Naina and his rishta at midnight. Suffice to say, nothing could be normal when it meant visiting Safuri Suit Papaji ka ghar. But anything to be close to my beautiful wife.

Only he knew that heavy feeling of regret which gripped his chest when he woke up clad in a blanket on a cold shivering morning. So she had opened the door of their room sometime in the night and covered him with a blanket. Sameer you idiot! You shouldn't have fallen asleep! You could have spent the night in your bed together and this morning would have woken up with her warm body cuddling into yours. But nahi tabhi kumbhkaran ki chatti aulaad banna tha tujhe. Moron!

He had slept on the couch the previous night because a furious Naina had locked herself in the room. It was then that he had realised maybe he had gone too far this time. But there could no middle ground for him where Naina was concerned. Only extremes existed in that tiny space between her and him. Extreme love, extreme passion, extreme anger or extreme jealousy. It was a straight flight from 0 to 100 within seconds. Be it their desires or their anger.

"Are damaadji aap aagye? Lekin Naina toh keh rahi thi ki aap bahut busy hai?" Chachiji asked and then eyed at the mess he had made. So Naina had not revealed anything about their fight which meant only one thing: she wasn't planning on leaving him for too long but was angry enough to leave him alone for 15 days to ponder on their differences.

But how could he leave her alone for that long? Exactly, 15 seconds after waking up he regretted his outburst. 15 minutes later, he was going mad at her absence. Insane with the incomplete feeling he struggled with all his life. Naina leaving had edged open every single wound of abandonment that burned his being. And he knew then that he needed to be with her. As urgently as he needed to breathe. Only her presence could mend the marring those wounds had left every single time. Only that immense pool of love for him in her honeyed brown eyes could draw him back into the warm net of security.

"Ji woh sorry Chachiji, galti se gir gaye. Preeti ki shaadi hai toh socha ki yahi rehkar aap logo ka har cheez mein haath batadoon." He spoke, looking at his Naina standing in the glow of the warm afternoon sun. Her hair tied up in a messy bun, eyes furious with a glint of mischief, lips firmly set in a glare. She was so hot when she was angry. He swore he just wanted to scoop her up in his arms and take her to a room where he would..

"Damaadji apne bataya nahi." Chachiji interrupted his steady flow of rather hormonal thoughts. God one night without making love and he was losing it! Right chachiji was asking something. but what was she asking. Also why was he still at the door? Right he had dropped a basket full of peas on the ground. He shook himself out the fugue of desires and tried to gather his bearings. God his need for her will drive him insane one day!

"Jee Chachiji." He replied, flashing her a smile. Whatever the question was, he was sure an agreement would make her happy.

"Tune theek kaha tha Naina, damaadji ko mere haath ke tinde sachme pasand hai. Chalo mai andar jaakar jaldi se chaunk laga deti hoon" Chachiji said, causing a nauseated feeling to arise in his throat even as Naina snickered at his disgusted expressions. "Naina beta tu farsh saaf karde taaki damaadji andar aa sake." Chachiji spoke making Naina glare at him. He raised his eyebrow and winked at her.

Glaring furiously, Naina walked towards him. For a brief second, his heart froze at seeing her in that 'pardarshi'pink saree, his favourite on her. He loved the way it contrasted her caramelised skin. She was close to him now, so close that he could smell the familiar sweet floral scent which clung to her almost as tightly as the crepe garment of her saree. He reached his hand out to touch her when she bent down and he jumped slightly.

"Naina kya kar rahi ho tum? Mujhe yeh sab pasand nahi hai." He spoke, his voice sounding unrealistically high-pitched.

"Matar utha rahi hoon." Naina said, gathering the marble like peas in the fallen basket before they become a mush of green. "Kyon? Tumhe kya laga?" She asked, her eyes narrowing.

"Woh mujhe laga ki tum mere paer..." He spoke as he bent down to help her with the fallen peas. But in truth, he just wanted an excuse to get as close to her as possible.

"Mukka marungi agar yeh socha bhi toh. Pati ho tum woh bhi na ekdum bandar jaise, bhagwaan nahi ho." she spoke and pinched him on his bicep. For a brief moment that mischievous glint in her eyes and her old favourite weapon of pinching almost took his breath away. Its like her anger had all but melted away and he just had to pull her cheeks or bite her lips to get her to laugh like he always does. His heart clobbered at the memory of their first kiss. Locked away in his old car with the new bottle of air freshner and the cassette of the sensual 'Jaane do na'.

"Sameer, mujhe nahi baat karni tumse. Mujhe yeh sab shaadi ke baad karna hai." She spoke in a whiney staggering tone. Resembling a nervous apprehensive squirrel scared of the world around, Naina looked so beautiful in that peach suit that he wanted to eat her up right this second. Calm Down Sameer, Go Slowly. Be Patient. He constantly repeated to himself. He should have listened to Babaji ki cassette before coming on this date.

"Naina, please na. Ab toh humari shaadi hone jaa rahi hai na. Ek kiss hi toh maang raha hoon. Thodi na.." He spoke huskily, leaning closer to her body. She smelled divine and looked like a sheer goddess, beauty and femininity oozing out of every inch of her body.

"Thodi na? Thodi na kya?" She asked, her tone staggering as her eyes widened at the implications of those terms. God, was she trying to kill him or what? How was he supposed to answer that question calmly when his belly was burning with heat?

"Pehle kiss phir baaki baatein miss." He spoke softly, his face just an inch away as he drank in her blushed up, breathless state. She had become a red faced statue under his proximity.

"Sam..Sameer woh.." she spoke nervously and the color of poppies rushed to her cheeks. An intoxicating blush and those trembling pink lips were her most treasured jewels. Invaluable to him.

Very slowly, not breaking eye contact, his lips gently brushed hers. A soft light peck for the softest lips . One fluttering touch and his heartbeat took off to the storms. Her eyes closed and her trembling fingers knotted at her dupatta. He felt the heat rush into his blood; transporting itself all over his being.

Slowly, giving her time to stop him, his hands cupped her face his thumbs caressing her cheekbones. He could feel his mouth water as his lips moulded themselves to her soft ones. His tongue traced the shape of her petals, teasing them into opening.

Sweet saliva greeted him as his tongue met hers; tasting , relishing, sucking. She tasted of a citric sweetness just as she smelled like the nectar of flowers. The pleasure of the combination drove him wild. As they parted his teeth lightly bit her wet lower lip, causing her to giggle into his mouth. It tickled his heart.

And for that tinkling sound, he once again bit her, this time teasing her upper lip earning a pinch in the arm from her.

"Ahh..yeh kya tha?" He asked, pleased at seeing a tranquil glow lighting up her russet skin.

"Ab iski aadat dal lo, Mr. Maheshwari. Shaadi ke baad tumne mujhe tang kiya na toh mai tumhe aise hi pinch karungi." She spoke, laughter crinkling at her swollen lips. Infectious as it was, he laughed along with her, brightening to the depths of his soul.

Gosh he missed kissing her so much. He lived for those soaring kisses that messed with his heart rate. Her sweet taste and wild moans of his name made his nerves vibrate with the sensation of a current running under his skin.

Carefully, he dragged his knees, closing the distance between them. She froze as she sensed his proximity. Catching hold of her hand, he brought it to his lips, his fingers massaging the tender spots of her wrist. Her pulse throbbed under his fingertips and slowly he moved his face to fit into the swan like slope of her neck.

"Mujhe maaf kardo Naina. Tum jaanti ho na ki mai tumse apne aap se zyada pyaar karta hoon. Meri zindagi ho tum." He whispered into her ear, his nose grazing the sensitive spot behind it. One he had kissed and licked multiple times making her whimper and moan. Shivering, her shoulder edged up, brushing against his jaw. Titling his face, he peppered the small patch of exposed skin with his lips. Burrowing his nose into her shoulder, he sighed at the sweet scent of her warm milky skin. He had missed the feverish warmth of her body.

"Sameer tum please jao yahan se. Mai abhi bahut gussa hoon." She spoke with a firmness in her voice.

"Nahi jaunga. Mai tumhare bina humare ghar mein nahi reh sakta. Akelapan chubhta hai mujhe." His voice trembled as he spoke. The walls, the rooms, the furniture. Everything about their paradise had haunted him this morning.

"Dekho Sameer, mai tumhe humesha ke liye chodkar nahi aayi hoon. Mai aisa kabhi kar nahi sakti. Jaan ho tum meri. Lekin tumhe mujhpar waise gussa nahi karna chahiye tha. Kya tumhe mujhpar bilkul bharosa nahi hai?" She spoke in a subdued tone, her words clawing at his heart.

"Aise nahi hai Naina. Mai bas..." "Tum bas kya Sameer? Agar bharosa hai toh woh sab kyon kaha tumne kal?" She questioned, meeting his eyes. Peering into the warm moulds of her brown orbs, he felt his heart squeeze and ache at the raw wound he could see. His angry insecure words had wreaked a havoc inside his calm Naina. He had to redeem himself. Somehow.

So this was a lot more emotional than I had expected it to be but I felt that everything Samaina contains a sea of emotions behind it. Let me know whether I should continue with this direction.

Bundles of love,

Sims <3