Hey people,
So here is the next One shot. Hope you all will like it. Do leave your options in the comments. Also this is the part 1, there will be the next part as well to complete the story.
Enjoy!
Regards,
Roshni

It was a week into our wedding. After a wait of four years being away from each other and another six months of separation, we finally had completed our pheras. Of the seven steps, four of them took four years to complete, as if we walked from Lahore to Delhi before completing every step. These years were surely a difficult period but the happiness after this pain was even more fruitful.

"Iss intezaar ke aag ne humare rishte ko sekh kar pakka kar diya."

Everyday of this one week, I was showered with all the love that I had missed out in these four years. Randheer never missed even a moment to love me, make me feel pampered. Every minute was a memory that was beautiful and one that I would cherish for lifetime.

Being a Sunday, it was decided that we would clean up the room and make space for my things. It was long day yesterday after all the work at the radio station and then our movie night, Randheer was still fast asleep. I knew he wouldn't let me clean if he woke up saying that I was too tired and that I needed rest. It's his love after all. But it's my love that's going to stop him from helping me.

Tucking in the pallu of my saree into my waist, I started to clean up. Once the floor was clean, I started to arrange the closet. To be honest, I did not expect a person like Randheer, who was organized in every way, would be so messy when it came to his clothes, the entire shelf was in a mess.

Arranging everything in place and making space for my clothes I was going to close the closet. I then realised that the drawers were not at all cleaned.

I opened the drawers only to find it sparkling clean, all the things were arranged neatly. And they were not Randheer's, there was my missing anklet, there were many other jewellery, a lot of letters, many many pens, some of the best books....why were they there in the drawer?

I picked up the lastest dated letter and read it.

Meri Ranjhan,
Roz tumhe apne samne paakar bhi tumse dur hoon, na mein tumhe ankein bharke dekh sakta hu aur na hi tumhe apne bahon mein bhar sakta hu....pyaar jatana chahta hu magar majboor reh jata hu. Yeh kaisa khel, khel gaya kismat ne, ki ek doosre ke hokar bhi ek doosre ke nahi hue.
Char saal pehle, Karachi se Lahore, har mahine ek chitti bejta tha, Ranjhan ke naam se 111 post box par, aur aaj yaha apne ghar se tumhare ghar tak ek chitti nahi pahuncha pata hu, lekin har mahine ek kath likhta hu yeh umeed mein ki kabhi na kabhi yeh sab tumhe mil jayengi.
Pata nahi har baar pehle yahi sab kyu likhta hu, shayad yahi sochke ki agar tumhe koi bhi chitti mile toh yahi samjho ki mein yeh humesha se karta aaya hu.
Iss ek mahine mein kya kuch nahi hua, tumse milna, aur yeh pata chalna ki tumhara vyah kisi aur se hogaya...mere liye yeh ek jatke se kam nahi tha, lekin tumhari khushi ka zimmedari meri thi aur issi zimmedari ke wajah se mein tumhare hi ghar mein kaam karta hu.
Lekin Amrit, jiss din yeh sach mujhe pata chala, uss din mein toot gaya tha, mere pairon tale zameen fisal gayi....Yeh sochke ki aap mere bina kaise rahegi....aur mein apke bina kaise jeeyunga...
Har din mein dekhta tha ki aap kaise ghut ghut ke jeeti hai, na koi apka apna tha aur nahi koi pyaar karne wala....apko waha dekh mujhe toh aap uss ghar ki bahu se zyada ek naukarani lagi. Aur mein aise apko dekhna bhi nahi chata tha....Rani banakar rakhta apko. Ek baar aap maan jayiye ki aap mere sath chalengi....ek baar bol dijiye ki aaj bhi aap humare saath vyah karengi toh hum apko bhagake shadi kar lenge....khushi se zindagi ko mehka denge.
Amrit jaldi maan jayiye....uss shaitaan Veer se door, sabse door hum humari duniya basayenge.
Bahot pyaar,
Randheer
Apka nahi likhunga jabtak aap meri ho na jati.

I was in tears. How could I be so selfish and think about myself always. Years back, when I knew he loved me, I refused to accept the love, I broke his heart....and even today I had done the same. He stood by me always, even when I refused to acknowledge his presence...even when he knew I was not his anymore. And I could not even understand the amount of pain that he had to face.

I hid between the cupboard and the bed and cried. I had sinned. In this world love doesn't knock at everyone's door but it had and I made it a doormat. I did not know when my silent sobs turned into violent cry....the pain of giving him pain had me break down.

Last week when we married each other after a continuous struggle of six months, I had promised to let go off my past and live my present happily with him....I had promised to erase all the memories of the past from his heart. And I had to do it...it was these promises that pulled me away from him...else I would have been his long back.

Wiping my tears, I put back the letter in the drawer. I decided to start off by cooking his favourite food. Placing the cooker on the stove, I checked the time only to realize that it was way beyond Randheer's sleeping time...he should have ideally woken up.

Turning the stove to simmer, I ran into the room only to find him sleeping. The peace on his face was a wind of freshness and hope. His smile adored his face, his hair scattered on his forehead. I pushed the hair away from his eyes...his face....my God, he was so handsome...

Having stared enough at him, I softly called him but he refused to bulge. What had happened to the early riser Randheer? Assuming that tiredness took a toll over him, I decided to get back to the kitchen and finish the cooking.

I turned to walk away only to be stopped in my tracks. It was not my hand that was held...it was my Saree that was being held. The tension pulled down the zipper of my blouse as well. I was surely embarrassed but more that that I was feeling shy. Randheer would have surely pulled my pallu, turning to find it was just struck in the crook. Pulling it away, I was trying to adjust my zip, but couldn't...maybe it was broken.
I was just walking to the closet for other clothes that he pulled me now....for real. His strong arms encircled my waist, and pulled me closer, on him. I was half on him.

"Good morning Darling..." He said in a husky voice.

"Randheer yeh kya kar rahe hai....chodiye mujhe..."

"Humesha apko chodne chudane ki baat hi kyu karti rehti hai aap?"

"Ran..dheer...dekhiye seeti baj rahi hai"

"Koi baat nahi...Abhi off kar dete hai"

He did not leave me. Instead he carried me in his strong hands to the kitchen. I put the stove off and he took me back to the room. What has happened to him?

Placing me on the dressing stool and pulled out a beautiful chain with a locket. I had lost the chain with OM locket during the partition and today he was giving me the same type....but this time it was AR inscribed. He placed it on my neck and locked it from behind.

"Amrit aap ek locket pehenti thi...Om likha hua tha kyuki aap Om Nivas mein rehti thi...aur apke bauji ni kitne pyaar se pehnaya hoga...aur ab yaha mere saath Amrit Raizada banke Raizada House mein rehti hai isliye AR likhke ek locket banwaya hai"

"Randheer..."
I turned around and embraced him tightly. Old memories that laid burried were afresh, I happily cried while my tears make his shirt wet.

While I was busy crying, my husband was busy staring at the mirror...while hands softly stroked my head consoling me, his eyes were elsewhere.

Pulling his hands around me he pulled me closer. The warmth that I missed all these years comforted me in a very nice way.

"Amrit....apki khushi se hi lalaji khush honge...rone se nahi"

"Yeh toh khushi ke hi ansu hai...bale hi woh OM locket ghum gaya, bale hi hum Om Nivas mein nahi rehte hai aur woh humse bahot durr hai, woh aur uski yaadein dil mein hai"

"Haan Amrit.."

"Batayiye ki yeh locket kis khushi mein banwaya hai?"

"Yeh...humari shadi ki ek hafte hone ki khushi mein."

"Toh phir aap harhafte tohfe layenge?"

"Haan....lekin mujhe bhi badle mein apko kuch dena hoga..."

"Thik hai....joh aap chahe..."

He came down to my height and hugged me tight. I snugly fit into his arms...with my head against his chest and his chin resting over my head.

"Randheer ab toh chod dijiye"

"Accha jayiye aur ek garm cup chai bana dijiye humare liye..."

"Ji"

Pulling out of the embrace, I turned to go when he held the edge of the saree...it was only then did I realise that my blouse was open all this while.

Holding me by my shoulder on the left, he tried to fix the zipper using his right hand but it did not bulge. After many unsuccessful attempts, he gave up or I thought so.

But in a seconds time I could feel his breathe over my back, what was happening? I could feel my heart beat go haywire. This sudden warm breathe was surely having a different effect on me.

His cold hands pulled the two ends closer while brushing past my skin, leaving me a pool of jelly. Goosebumps erupted through out my skin becasuse of the warm breathe and the cold hands. Probably he was trying to fix the zipper using his teeth.

Unaware of the havoc he was creating within me, he was trying his best to fix it. After minutes of hard work it was back to normal. Pulling the zipper up, he lifted my hair from behind and placed it in the front.

Little did I know how much of havoc I had created in him. He held my shoulders and pulled me closer to him from behind. Placing his chin over the shoulder blade he whispered into my ears.

"Aaj ke tohfe ka return gift mujhe mil gaya..."  His husky voice and his statement painted my cheek red.

"Yeh accha hua ki aap zipper wale blouse pehenti hai....aaj bina puche hi gift mil gaya lekin agle hafte puchke lunga."

I stood blushing while he casually went into the bathroom. Sometimes I don't understand what he means....his actions had surely played with my feelings but what had I gifted him that he is so happy.