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Also a warning, if you uncomfortable in reading mature stuff, then please read carefully, though it's not very mature.
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Roshni

We got married in a very intimate function with family and friends due to the riots that were taking name in Lahore. He had come in a white horse to take me with him, to his home....my home. One after the other, my dreams were getting fulfilled.

The minute he filled vermilion in my hair, my life changed, I was no more Amrit Sahani...I was Amrit Raizada! Leaving behind my identity while taking up a new one, I went with him, I entered his life.

His mother had welcomed us in a grand fashion. Though it was deep into the night, the entire house was lit...he took my hands in his while we walked in. The entire ritual was completed in a jiffy because he was making faces, earning laughs from everyone around.

I was guided into his room by his mother. I waited for him sitting on the bed thinking of why the flowers and candles were placed. This sixteen year old girl did not know anything about it....

He walked into his room, and gave a surprised look. He walked to the bed and sat beside me. He took my hand in his and spoke.

"Amrit Sahani...nahi Mrs Amrit Raizada, toh kaise lag raha hai? Humara vyah ho gaya hai...aap humesha ke liye meri hui!"

"Randheer, main bata nahi sakti...mujhe kitni khushi ho rahi hai. Kitne saare sapne dekhe the humne aur unme se yeh sabse bada and sabse pehla wala pura hua."

"Haan Amrit, aaj ki raat, koi din se bhi zyada yaadgar aur roshan rahega....aaj ka raat humesha humesha ke liye humari zindagi mein ek chaap ban gaya..."

"Randheer, humari shadi uss chand ke samne hua...unn taron ke niche hua....lagta hai ki uss chand ko do pyaar karne walo ko ashirwad dena tha...apni chandni ke saath aur ve taare humare zindagi mein ujala lana chahte the!"

"Amrit....Amrit....apki aise soch!" His hands wound around my shoulders and pulled me closer.

"Apki soch pe hi toh mein fida hua....pehli baar jab Ranjhan ke naam se ek chitti aur woh kahani aayi thi, tab....aur phir mein bhi kath likhta gaya par na koi jawab aur na koi chitti aayi....sirf kahaniyan aati chali gayi. Lekin har din, mein yahi sochta tha ki aayegi chitti, aaj ya kal ya phir parson....kabhi nahi aayi. Isi besabri ke karan hi toh mein Karachi chod chad ke yaha Lahore aa gaya!"

"Aur mein apke kath padh padhke, apse apna dil haar baiti! Itna pyaar ho gaya tha ki, apke naam se hi muskhurati aur sharmati....socha bhi tha jawab bej du par bauji ka vishwas ne rokliya..." I held his hands and my fingers intertwined in his.

"Agar apka jawab aa jata toh aaj humari kahani bahot alag hota...shayad main Amrit se pehle Ranjhan se milta...shayad milte bhi nahi hum...lekin Amrit sacch mein mujhe apki ankein dekh kar hi pyaar ho gaya....uss din mera Lahore mein pehla din tha, aur aap uss bhurke mein chipkar mere zindagi mein aayi thi, aur aate hi mere dil mein uttar gayi!" He pulled my hand to his heart and placed it there....to feel his beats.

"Aur maine toh Ullu Lal samjh liya tha apko....lekin uss din ek baat pakki ho gayi thi ki koi hai joh mere jaisa hi sochta hai, mere sapne uske sapne ek samaan hai!"

"Accha toh phir ek aur sapna hai mera!"

"Aur woh kya?"

"Bata denge....pehle yeh toh batayiye ki yeh kamra joki aaj se apka bbi hai, kaisa laga?" He shifted his position and placed his head on my lap. He took my hands and placed it on his hair while guiding me to play with them.

"Accha hai....lekin mere liye iss kamre ka koi matlab nahi rahega jab tak aap nahi hote yaha! Par phir bhi yeh kamra bilkul meri pasand ka hai...jaise mera kamra tha...par Randheer, aaj itna sara phoolo se sajawat aur jalayi hui mombatti kyu hai?" I had asked this out of innocence but his eyes were wide open.

"Amrit...meri Amrit...kitni bholi hai! Yeh kamra humne apke pasand se sajaya hai....jaise apka kamra tha! Apko sach much nahi pata inn phoolo aur mombatti ka raaz?"

"Nahi pata!"

"Pyaar ki kahani likhne wali Ranjhan yeh bhi janti!"

"Aap humara mazak uda rahe hai?"

"Na baba na....aaj ke raat ko toh mein aise panga na hi lunga!" Why was he telling that it would be a problem if he would tease me....only he can know.

"Kya hai aaj? Vyah hua hai aaj aur yeh mera apke ghar mein, apke saath pehli raat hai lekin isme itni badi baat kya hai"

"Haan lekin aaj kuch kaas hai....kyuki aaj pati patni hone ke hisaab se pehli raat hai....humara Suhaag raat joh hai!"

"Accha...lekin Randheer, sabhi aaj mujhe ched kyu rahe the.....suhaagraat suhaagraat karke? Hota kya hai isme"

"Am..Amrit!" His eyes almost popped out of his sockets, his cheeks were almost red.

"Kuch bhi nahi pata Kya?"

"Haan pata hai na....ki pati patni aise baatein karte hai aur ek durse ko pyaar jatate hai....lekin hum toh aise pehle bhi karte the na" Mr randheer was blushing and his lips curved into a sly smile....

"Amrit....aaj humari suhaag raat hai aur aaj batein nahi hoti...sirf pyaar hota....usse jataya bhi jata hai lekin uss tarah nahi jiss tarah shadi ke pehle jataya karte the....." He sat up and held my face....while he eyes peeled deep into mine.

"Heh? Toh phir?"

"Apko sab samajh aa jayega! Sabar ka phal mita hi hota hai!" Why did he wink? What was he trying to tell! What fruit was his talking about?

He went and pulled all the curtains shut, he even latched and locked the door. Walking back he switched the fans on. And he had dropped of his overcoat on the couch.

Seeing him walk like hero, I was blushing. Just like how I had imagined my prince charming to be, just like how I had dealt of marrying him, just like how I had drawn his image in me....he was exactly like that.

"Amrit yaha aayiye toh!"

"Ji"

I walked to the window that was open...he was standing there. He pulled me in the front and hugged me from behind. Placing his head at the crook of my neck, he whispered.

"Chand ne humari shadi mein hissa toh le kiya lekin humne usse kuch nahi diya....aur Chand ko pyaar se zyada kuch de bhi nahi sakte isiliye...aaj Chand hoga humari milan ka gavah!"

"Randheer mujhe kuch samjh nahi aa raha!"

"Aajayega...Kya tumhe mujhme bharosa hai?

"Yeh bhala puchne ki baat hui? Khud se bhi zyada!"

He did not even reply, his hands that were around me slowly lowered. His cold hand encircled my waist from one side soothing my warm waist. My bare waist was burning even after the placement of those cold arms. While his hands did some magic of burning with cold, his face did another magic. His warm breathe against my face sent down shivers. His stubble tickled my neck....

Pulling the curtains close with his other hand he turned me around, so that I could face him. I knew that he would find a girl with a red face....but what he wouldn't know is the feeling I am having now.

He pushed me against the walls...my back rested on the wall beside the window. His hands encaged me, trapping me from both the side. The wind eased the heat between us. Though there was nothing happening for us to sweat, we were....it was probably the proximity.

He stepped closer, way too closer....till there was no space left between us....till we were just a few breathes away. He lifted my chin up with one hand while the other one slowly removed my earing.

"Aise sharmaogi toh mera kya hoga?"

"Toh phir aap itne kareeb ayenge toh kya karu....sharam toh aayegi hi na!"

Removing the other earing, he whispered in his husky voice into my ears.

"Accha toh ab?" He removed the veil from my head. Throwing it aside he held my hands and walked me to the mirror.

Standing behind me, he slowly loosened my heavy necklace. While his hands were at the slowest speed possible, his lips were in an unimaginable pace, he was slowly dropping kisses over my skin. They burnt me and at the same time soothened my skin....the weight of the jewellery and the pain caused was relieved in an instant.

Removing the necklace, he had exposed my neck bare....he dropped wet kisses on the nape and then my neck.

Involuntarily, I had turned my neck to give him more access....but deep within I was jittery. My legs were limp...I wanted to just drop down, hadn't it been his firm support, I would have fallen down. My heart was beating way too fast, my face has turned red and had a peculiar glow....while my hands clutched the table tight.

Eevn before I could imagine and understand what was happening, he had started to remove my bangles one after the other. He mouth was still doing it's best, and was successfully making me blush, and his fingers were playing another magic. To say, he was removing the bangles but actually his fingers were rubbing my hands. It was surely an collective effect that was turning me into a tomato.

The glass bangles in my hand was left behind, he had only removed the gold ones...the actually heavy ones.

Taking my hands in his, he keenly observed my mehendi....His face went from a mysterious look to an happy smile, as though he found some treasure. He softly pecked my hand exactly where I had got his name written.

"Humne doond liya tumara naam!"

"Haan Randheer.....yeh rasam bhi humne nibhaliya...."

He did not even wait for me to complete my sentence. He was on his knees, lifting my legs he removed the anklet one after the other....but as slowly as possible. His hands went around my waist and to my back, he released the kamarband.

Oh no, that would mean he had released that pin that held my dupatta.....rising up, he looked deep into my eyes, we were lost in one other....trying to comprehend what was the other feeling about each other. His hands slowly tucked at the ends of the dupatta and removed them.

I was exposed....literally he had removed everything that decked me up, everything that hid my skin....and now I have nothing left to cover my skin.

"Ran...randheer...yeh...yeh kya kar rahe hai?"

"Amrit...ghabrayiye mat...humne toh sirf apko inn bhari gehno se chudaya hai"

"Humne bohot hi ajeeb lag raha hai par accha bhi lag raha hai..."

The moment I had confessed that I felt nice about it, he turned me around and placed his chin on my neck, encircling my hand around, he pulled me closer to him. My back rested against his chest.

"Inn gajro mein joh khusboo hai....inn ankhon mein joh pyaar hai....inn galo pe joh laali hai....inn honton pe joh muskhan hai....inhi ka ek mel hoga aaj..."

He lifted me of my feet and carried me like a baby to the bed. Gently placing me on the bed, he put the candles around us off.

"I love you Amrit....mein apse bepanah mohobat karta hu!"

The fragrance of the flowers intermixed with the soft light from the moon had set the ambience. But still the room was filled woth smeel of sweat rather than the aroma of these flowers. The night witnessed the union of two lovers....the moon had received it's gift of showering love on all as love itself.