Believe me it wasn't easy to find a song for today's update 🙈

Title is the song 'Be intehaa' from movie 'Race 2'

Sameer reached the top of stairs, only to find his way blocked by Preeti.

"Ahem jijaji. Bade tez bhaag rahe ho. Jaldi hai kya?" She enquired with a solemn face.

"Jaldi? Nahi toh. Main... main toh aaram se hi jaa raha hun." Sameer tried to be nonchalant.

Preeti gave a wide deliberate smile, "Wohi main Naina se keh rahi thi. Ab aaram karna chahiye. Maine toh bola bhi... ki apne ussi room mein chali jaaye aaj. Woh kya hai na, aadat ho gayi hai wahan sone ki toh yahan neend na aaye shayad. Poora din itni thak gayi hogi isliye rest important hai you know."

"Don't worry saali sahiba. Naina ke aaram ki chinta mujhe aapse zyada hai." Sameer gave her a challenging look.

Preeti was least effected by his formidable stance, "Lekin batana mera farz hai. After all meri behen hai... ji ja ji."

The way she stressed on each syllable made Sameer smile. He raised a fisted hand in air, showing a mock punch but gave a light tap on her head, "Achha lagta hai jab tum jijaji bolti ho."

Preeti grinned, "Mujhe bhi. Naya rishta, naye rules."

He was puzzled, "Rules?"

Preeti spread her palm in front of him, "Nikalo tax... room mein jaane ka."

"Arre!" Sameer gave her an exasperated look, "Abhi neeche poori paltan ne seventy thousand ka choona lagaya hai. Tum ussi mein se share karo na."

"Sorry." Preeti raised her chin haughtily, "Mujhe share karne ki aadat nahi hai. Mere pachees hazar mujhe alag se chahiye."

"Pachees? Preeti, yeh toh extortion hai." Sameer fumed.

"Toh main nanu ko bata deti hun aaj mere jijaji unke room mein soyenge... kyonki yeh door toh paison ke bina nahi khul sakta." Preeti said with finality.

"Offo. Tum sab log itna tang karoge socha nahi tha maine. Isse achha toh shaadi se pehle tha. Jab chahe Naina ko uss ghar mein mil leta tha." Sameer muttered in frustration.

"Oh really!" Preeti exclaimed in a loud voice, "You already regret marrying her. Main abhi jaake Naina ko batati hun."

Sameer caught hold of her shoulders before she could rush back, "Uff meri maa. Ladki hai ya Narad muni... jab dekho aag lagane ko ready. You know I didn't mean this."

She suddenly started to laugh, "Shakal dekho zara apni. Arre jiaji itni tension mat lo. I was joking. Aapka room, aapki biwi... jao."

Preeti stepped aside, waving hands towards the passage. Sameer gave her a triumphant smile, "So was I. Dekha, paise bacha liye." Before she could retaliate, he steered her towards the stairs, "Jaake apne hone wale husband se paise nikalwa lena, apne share ke. Good night."

Preeti walked away, a warm smile on her face. However much she joked or teased, she was very happy for both of them. If one was a cherished childhood friend, other was as precious as a real sister to her.

With his heart beating rapidly, Sameer opened the door of their room. The fragrance hit him instantly. Not just white lilies, jasmine and roses were used abundantly to give the room a completely new look. A temporary border created over the bed was lined with roses. Bunches of lilies were placed in all corners of the frame, also on the footboard of bed. Strings of jasmine fell from the frame upto the floor. Vases placed on every surface had white lilies too. Scented candles burned along with flowers, adding to the charm of the room.

However beautiful and mystical all this appeared, it was nothing in front of the girl, in all her bridal fineries, standing a little away from the bed. Her eyes were slightly stretched in wonder as she stared at the curtain of flowers around the bed.

The sound of door being closed made her look in his direction. Sameer smiled at her. When she smiled back, a dazzling, jubilant smile that lit her face, he lost his heart to her again.

As he reached her, she turned to face him.

"Kaisa lag raha hai, Mrs Maheshwari?" He asked softly.

She lifted her hand and pinched on her forearm, immediately wincing at the effect, "Ouch."

"Yeh kya kar rahi ho, Naina." Sameer worriedly took hold of her arm, rubbing where she had hurt herself.

"Khud ko yakeen dila rahi hun ki yeh sab sapna nahi hai. Itni khushiyan toh maine sapne mein bhi kabhi nahi dekhi thi." She gazed at him with glassy eyes.

He held her hand within his palms, "Aur maine hamesha se sapne mein sirf tumhe dekha tha."

She looked at him with adoration and pride. He was her husband... and it was known to everyone now. Now that he had taken his pagdi off, his hair fell in an alluring mess over his forehead. She could still see the red tilak, and it suited him perfectly. She wondered how he could appear as enchanting in traditional look as he did in formal office clothes or plain jeans and tshirt.

Her eyes dropped to his chest. The chain was clearly visible, along with a broad pearl necklace, adding to his princely charm.

"Tum bohot handsome lag rahe ho." She looked back at him, her eyes reflecting the compliment.

He quirked up a brow, enamoured by her praise, "Is it a cue, ki mujhe bhi tumhari tareef karni hai."

A contented smile spread on her face, "I'm you wife. Mere liye isse badi tareef kuch nahi hai."

He took a deep, thankful breath, holding both her hands, "Wife toh pehle bhi thi. Lekin aisa lag raha hai sach mein aaj hi hamari shaadi hui hai. Mujhe inn rituals mein zyada interest nahi tha pehle, lekin aaj, sabke saamne tumhara haath thaam ke phere lena, phir se tumhari maang mein sindoor bharna aur mangalsutra pehenana... mujhe sab kuch bohot achha laga Naina. It was indeed fulfilling."

She nodded, "Haan Sameer, mujhe bhi aisa laga ki sabki acceptance ke saath hamara rishta aur mazboot ho gaya hai."

With a smug smile, he took her in his arms, feeling a new perfection in their bond.

"Tumhe room kaisa laga?" He asked softly after a few minutes.

Naina stepped back, turning to the classy floral arrangement, "Mujhe nahi pata tha aisa sach mein bhi hota hai. I mean, movies mein dikhate hain, lekin reality mein bhi shaadi wala room aise sajate hain yeh maloom nahi tha. Isliye main thodi shocked ho gayi. Lekin decoration sach mein bohot achha hai." She ran her fingers over the bunch of lilies at the edge of the bed, "Toh tum isliye kal mujhse flowers ke baare mein puch rahe the."

Sameer scratched his head, "Sorry Naina, maine toh lilies hi kaha tha. Pata nahi Sanjay ne doosre flowers kyon lagwa diye."

She smiled at his simple clarification, "Mujhe lilies pasand hain, lekin vase mein rakhne ke liye. Agar tum kal batate ki flowers kisliye chahiye toh main bhi jasmine aur roses hi kehti." She touched the string, bringing it closer to her nose, "Inki khusbhu kitni achhi hai."

He held her arm and turned her to face him, his eyes boring deep into hers, "Tumhe pata hai na yeh flowers bed pe kyon lagate hain."

A shiver ran down her spine at sudden heaviness in his voice. Her throat went dry as she gazed into his demanding eyes. Involuntarily, her lower lip turned inwards as she gulped.

Sameer was trying to read her expressions. He wasn't sure what he was seeing in her eyes was hesitation, or something else that he couldn't decipher. Before he could come to a conclusion, Naina pushed at his chest, murmuring a shy 'Dhatt'... and ran away. He stumbled back at the unexpected push. By the time he turned, she had gone out to the terrace.

"Naina!" He groaned, confused, and followed her.

She was standing in the middle of vast terrace, looking up at the sky. Maybe she is remembering her parents, Sameer pondered. Keeping aside his questions for her sudden action, he silently reached behind her, and placed his hands on her shoulders. Before he could say anything, she turned. In the moonlight, her face shone like another moon... his moon. As if in a slow motion, her hand went up to her face, and she tugged at the nose ring.

'It must be hurting her', Sameer thought, carefully removing the nose ring, to let it fall on the side of her neck.

"Jabse tumhe ismein dekha tha, mujhe jalan ho rahi thi. Poori sham yeh ring tumhare hothon pe thi... aur main tumhe choo bji nahi sakta tha." He groused.

Naina did not give him another second to complain. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she lifted herself and closed the distance between their lips, taking him for a deep, fervent kiss. Sameer was taken aback... but only for a fraction of a second. Next moment, he was kissing her with the same passion. His arms went around her waist, touching the bare skin on one side. It did not make Naina lessen the intensity of kiss. Rather, he felt her moulding more into him, arching her back to further deepen the kiss. They had no idea how long they did not breathe, which seemed a trivial requirement now. Their connected lips were the source of life, warmth from the other's body was keeping their blood heated, wildly drumming hearts against each other were assuring that they were still alive.

When they finally parted, it was just bare minimum distance between their faces. Rest of them remained glued to each other, panting. Sameer didn't know what he needed more at this moment... to breathe, or to kiss her, or to burn with her in the fire that was consuming him. He kept her in his tight hold, looking into her eyes. His heart stopped beating altogether as he saw every bit of same passion reflected in her brown orbs. When she brought her hands to his face, rubbing his stubbled jaw with light stroke of her thumb, he mumbled in a hoarse voice, "Naina."

"Shhh." She whispered, raising her chin to go for another long kiss, her fingers going back to tug his hair.

It was not just a kiss, but a communication, that their souls seemed to be having. It was the manifestation of their desires, which harmonised to the same melody.

The second they pulled apart, he picked her up swiftly. Naina wound her arms around his neck, not breaking their eye contact. Sameer felt a rush of heat course through his veins. The vision that was just a dream last night had turned real.

As he walked back towards the room, he saw them mirrored in the glass door. Stopping for a moment, he admired the preposessing sight. He wished he could get a picture of them like this... but then, he wouldn't need one. This image would remain imprinted in his mind lifelong.

She tugged at his shoulder when he stepped in the room, mumbling in a soft voice, "Mujhe yeh jewellery... aur pins nikalne hain."

He walked to the dresser, making her stand facing the mirror. As her hands went up to her dupatta on the head, tinkle of glass bangles filled up the silence of room. Sameer couldn't take his gaze off from her... his eyes racing between her glittering pink lehenga, her henna adorned bangles covered wrists, her bright pink lips, red vermilion in her hair... every bit of her announced her as his.

Naina went on to remove the multiple pins from her hair, which were put to keep the heavy dupatta in place. Sameer held her wrist when she struggled with the pins behind.

"Main karta hun." Moving her hands away, he searched for the pins, taking them off one by one.

The last one gone, her dupatta slid down her head, leaving her back exposed. A sudden dryness gripped Sameer when his eyes fell to the wide expanse of her creamy skin against deep pink of the blouse, clearly visible because her hair were tied in a bun. The dipping neckline was messing with his system. After removing the nosering hook from her hair, Naina started to take off the heavy earrings. Yet again, he stopped her. With deliberate slowness, he removed her earrings, then the necklace, leaving only mangalsutra around her neck.

He then started to unwrap the floral twine from her bun. Cold flowers fell on her shoulders. Naina wasn't sure it was their effect, or the light grazing of his fingers constantly over her ears and neck was the cause of shivers that didn't seem to stop. Once the flowers were out of the way, he tugged at the tied hair, freeing them of the twisted design. But the moment her silky mane spilled down her back, he regretted his doing. The heavenly view was hidden now. In one swipe, he gathered her hair and put them over one shoulder, dipping his head to place his lips on the curve of her neck and shoulder. Naina bit her lip, inhaling sharply.

His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her to himself. Her back got plastered to his chest, and she could feel the way it rapidly rose up and down as he breathed hard. Her breathing was in sync with him, maybe even faster when his heated breath fell on her ear. He placed not one, but several kisses on the side of her neck. She tilted her head, giving him more access, and he gladly marked the expanse, watching her reflection as she closed her eyes.

Lifting his head, he trailed his fingers from her shoulder down her arm, and then to her hand, intertwining their fingers, but not before playing with her glass bangles to hear them tinkle. Her eyes snapped open at the sound. He was still looking at her, with eyes that could put midnight darkness to shame. Her free hand came over his arm on her belly, and pressed it hard. The strange sensations in her stomach got more pronounced when his fingers rubbed over the curve of her waist. Before it could register what he was doing, her dupatta was freed from one side. Now it was attached to her only by a pin on one side of her shoulder. His gaze remained fixated on her eyes, without wavering to what was revealed.

Naina gulped once, then raised her hand to the pin. Within seconds, the heavy dupatta slid to the floor with a rustle. She could feel his laboured breath. Her eyes met his in the mirror. The heat in the air between them filled her lungs, and travelled languidly through her blood stream. The soft ache in her coiled muscles got stronger, spreading to her limbs, leaving her skin tingling with an unknown warmth... which could only be desire.

Sameer turned her around, and brushed his lips over hers... once, twice, then took her mouth aggressively. Her hands moved to his back, pressing hard to deepen the kiss even more. When his large hands spanned her almost bare back, the kiss turned fierce and ravenous, makin her head spin. She held onto him tighter, unable to let go. A soft whimper escaped her when he lifted his head. Breathing hard, once again he placed one arm under her knees and picked her up. Next to the bed, he rested one knee on the mattress and gently put her on it, amidst the curtain of fragrant flowers. She kept on looking at him when he sat down in front of her.

"You are so damn gorgeous." He murmured, taking in her open hair, her smudged lipstick, slightly spread sindoor, broad neckline minus the dupatta, bare waist... and her eyes, molten pools of longing. The fact that she felt the same painful yearning made him burn with raw need.

Naina felt herself trembling with anticipation that made her restless yet self conscious. The intimacy felt appealing, alluring, sweet yet petrifying.

But once his lips began their magic, she was lost in the same whirlpool of urgency to surrender. He touched the soft skin behind her ears with his lips, trailing down to her jaw and neck, and going lower to her collarbone, till the dip in her neckline. She hissed sharply as she felt his teeth sink into the soft flesh. He placed his hands behind her and gently pushed her back, till her head touched the pillow.

He leaned over her, pulling his hands from under her to rest on her sides, but not touching, When his lips pressed over hers, her hands went to his hair, fingers threading through them. Her avid kiss proved to him that she was as alive with demands as him. Straightening, he started to unbutton his sherwani. When he peeled it off and let it fall to the floor, Naina couldn't help her eyes from moving down his bare torso, turning her into a breathing mess. Every part of her body was on high alert. Abashed at herself, she turned sideways, her back to him.

Sameer sucked in a sharp breath, and pulled the dori, making her gasp. When she didn't turn, he leaned to pepper her back with feverish kisses. She wasn't even aware of the moans that escaped her each time his lips touched the sensitive skin. When he moved to her waist, she could take it no more. Turning swiftly, she clutched his shoulders and pressed her lips to his. With her warm body flush against him, Sameer circled her waist, and kissed her back. Her hands slid down his shoulders to his chest. A feral growl ripped through his throat as her nails dug into his flesh.

"Naina, I want you... I want you to be my wife." He grunted in a guttural voice.

Her hands roamed over his abdomen, as she whispered in similar raspy voice, "I want you... to be my husband."

There was no stopping him anymore. He let his eyes devour her, and his hands swamp her. The way she arched her back, he knew she was loving his touch. He couldn't believe how strikingly gorgeous she was. None of his dreams had done justice to her flawless beauty.

Naina felt herself yield to his every need. Her body started to react to his touches in a manner which was new to her. She liked it. She felt needed, she felt loved, she felt... beautiful. She wanted him close to her, as much as possible. She was finally willing to let herself awashed in the pleasure of intimacy.

The craving got sharper, pushing her to find ways to ease the desperation. Her fingers went wild over his bare skin that was hot to touch. Her hands developed a mind of their own as they explored the resilient texture of his smooth skin stretched over taut muscles.

When his weight crushed her down, her aching body welcomed it. As the fervency of his tender kisses increased, she melted in his arms. When the kisses changed to sharp nips and bites, she was rendered mindless. Her shaky fingers grabbed his hair, her body jerking with every mark that he left on her skin.

Her body was no longer hers, totally pliant to his needs. Her every pore belonged to him, and he orchestrated her each move, each gasp, every single sound of pleasure. The staggering delights that her heart was flooded with left her with no thoughts of her own, and her body moved instinctively to his rhythm. Her yielding body welcomed his touch in every form, letting him carry her to ultimate waters of intimacy, riding the waves of pleasure, till she felt a million scintillating stars burst around her, and sudden weightlessness descend on her.

I'm burned alive 🔥🔥🥵🥵

Next update on Thursday