A NICE HOTel Of Shimla..

Properly planned table on the outer part. It is Open area. On left a band jis playing some infamous romantic tunes. And the candles are burning their wax for someone. Mixed Aroma of Italian and light fragrance of lily.

Completely hypnotic and consuming...

She is sitting there..dressed in an opal blue gown looking at Naushad amusingly.

And he...the gentleman Husband has suddenly gone beet root.

Cause Naina does not like Italian.

She herself told after eating two plates of pasta and something hard to pronounce.  The wine was fine...old and costly but she is not a great fan of wine. She likes scotch. Funny he never thought so!

Naina looks at Naushad adorably. Like the way he is so embarrased she feels like kissing both cheeks of him. He looks like a cute cute baby with a small pout.

Naina grins.

'Naushad! I loved it..You know na.'

He does not speak but his eyes does..the guilt of past few months. actually it starts from the beginning, it storms up and leaves her dazed.

It does not matter how they got here for her. For her he matters. And she sees the equal feverish aching in his eyes too. But he overthinks many times. He wants her to forget  his last mistakes. He wants her to look at him with pride. She does actually. But in his mind too many of ifs and buts linger.

She holds his hand firmly, pulls him slightly to herself.

'It is not phenomenal. It is deep. I dont look for dates and confessions. I seek You naushad. Every day. Every time.'

He is still somewhere stuck. She stands up and sits in his lap giving him shock. And giving a good show to the orchestra people present. Her arms sliding slowly and firmly around his neck.

She can see a kind of vulnerability in his eyes...only for her. For a moment she wants to tell him how rock hard he has been. But her heart holds her and guides her to his lips.

A passionate kiss is exchanged. And before it could end, the surrounding became empty. People ran away..

'I..I am sorry..i should have asked you about your liking and disliking. I...I just-'

She puts her finger on his lips.

'We have a whole night left so have a life. We are going to spend a life together. Whats the fun if we get to know each other in a jiffy! There should not be any script for us. We'll do as we did earlier. Without any preamble.'

He smiles. His hands getting tighter on her waist. Suddenly the gravity increases and she is pulled back to her centre of gravitation. The lips merging with each other keeping a sync..tongues colliding and clicking together.

Then He stands up and dusts his gentleman suit off. She laughs a little after seeing a boyish Naushad. Hair scattered on his temple and bit pink cheeks.

She suddenly feels so proud. What a Yummy dish she has got here! Only if he knew how badly she wishes to swallow him up every time she spots him smiling and cranky!

A sight to behold....

But she many times wants to smack him..especially when he tries to act like a hero out of movie. Doing cheesy things..running the home for her. Being a gentleman. Reversing from his trajectory. A Deflection she doesn't want to see.

If they started like a mills and boons novel, it doesn't mean their life has come out of paperbacks.

She wants him to be original. If he is cranky, she loves him. If he is angry she loves him. Even if he denies to acknowledge her for few minutes because she did not agree with him, she loves him...

Because Naushad is the sorcerer' stone who made her gold just with his single touch.

She glowed every time he touches her. She feels alive when he makes love to her. She feels divine if he is next to her. She feels on earth if he holds her. Even when he did not have any feeling for her as she presumed he did make her feel good. He did fulfill his duties even when he announced something bitter...

And she does not want her coral to turn into pearl. She is breathing with him. A pearl is too costly to be breath with for her.

'Kya soch rahi ho? Ab ghar nahi jaana?'

She looks at him. Suddenly the world seems so small in front of this guy she feels dizzy.

'Chalo.' He holds her hand with his. Warmth spreads all over her body. He whisks her away smoothly.

To their heaven. Jannat they call their home.

In his jeep, naina again struggles with her seat belt. It makes him smile.

He has not get it mended yet. And she very well understands why!

His fingers removes hers and pushes  the metal into notch and clicks it shut.

His eyes lingering on her...drinking her in. Making her feel loved. Making her feel the most precious thing.

Thats why she wants him to be him. Because she fell for khadoos, sulky and complex Naushad only to cherish him not to change him.

The beauty lies in chaos if someone asks her...

The reach home and a good meal is cooked by her.

Even though she has idea of only some veg dishes, He is happy to stand and watch the kitchen and utensils in use. Though the chapatis are always done by him. For Naina becomes cartographer when it comes to chapatis. She draws maps.

Cooker whistles and she happily opens it.

She is chopping onion when She hears someone shouting..

'Mommy..'

Her eyes brim as sulphur and her daughter makes their  way in.

'Saira. Aap door raho kitchen se. Aapka koi bharosa nahi..aap kabhi bhi koi gadbad kar doge.' Nausjad keeps her at bay while she tries to make her way out of his grip. He is tickling her.

'Abbuu...hhehehehehhe chhodo na..Hume jana he. Chhodo na..hehhehehehhe.'

She is sauteing tomatoes and onions for the daal she has just cooked.

Meanwhile Naushad trying to keep saira busy.

'Abbu..agar aapne saira ko chhoda to saira aapko do puppy degi.'

Naina turns at once.

Naushad is shocked.

'Ye kisne sikhaya aapko! Bribe karna..' a smile playing on her lips.

Saira giggles and slips away..only to go get hung around her waist.

The peace she gives her can not be fathom. She still reminisce the day she first called her mom.

'Saira..aap naina ko naina nahi bulaoge. Theek he?'

Little girl obediently listening. She has suddenly grown more close to Naina. Not leaving her for a minute. Always wanting to see him. In fact she barely slept alone in past days. Always snuggling close to Her.

'She is your Mom. Call her Mom.'

Before Naushad can tell her something more she is running to library shouting Mom and repeating it over times.

It all happened behind naina. Though saira being her Mom' narrator told her every thing how her abbu suddenly told her not to call her by her name. And that naina is her mom. Actually she  was from day first. Saira could not recognize her neither Naushad. Because Naushad has gotten some eye problem and doctor refused to see him. Little Saira believed him. Thinking it must be the pain which kept Naina away from his sight..

But now when she has gotten her, she can not control her heart. Now instead of clock ticking her call for her Mom decides the fall of seconds..growing of minutes and maturity of hour.

'Abbu. Aap kaha gaye the? Aap saira ko lekar kyu nahi gaye?'

He is tight lipped. Opening the story of a failed date that to his daughter, it is such a tarnishing dot on his image.

'Saira. Aap bhool gayi he shayad. Cartoons aap dekh rahe the...Aapne hi jaane se mana kiya tha. Yaad he?'

She smiles sheepishly hearing her mom. Hiding behind her. Coming out and startling her father. While he is making dough for chapatis..

She pours dall in one huge bowl and perapares some salad. Meanwhile Naushad does away with all the chapatis.

'Ye itni jaldi kaise huya?'

'Kyunki hume rotiyan pakani aati he..' she makes a face.

'Ha to! Main bhi paka leti hu. Ab wo gol nahi hoti to meri kya galti?'

He is laughing not too much but little. She is bit annoyed. This is her sore part. Dont touch it here otherwise all goodness and nobility can get flushed out of her system.

She keeps that same gesture on till she is sitting with him and sipping daal. Meanwhile Saira roaming here and there and taking seldom bites.

She keeps sulking for few more minutes until he does the dishes. When he comes with jafran kheer which khala made earlier, Naina is all flattered.

She has a huge sweet tooth. And Naushad barely likes sweet.

But he loves to share that one spoon of nector which she herself feeds him.

She goes to bedroom leaving dishes which he does. When he comes to bedroom, she is passed out.

She doesnt remember what he murmured her in sleep but it becomes a good morning itself when he lazily nuzzles her neck and kisses her cheek before going out.

She still half asleep receives another peck when divinely smelling Naushad is leaving for base.

She barely opens her eyes and receives one more peck. Saira holding her tight..and He lingering on her cheek. It has become heaven.

And it does feel home....