Doore aakash shamiana- Lata Mangeshkar

The muffled sound of a slow rain shower woke Randhir up and he remembered how her singing had caused him to drift off to sleep the previous night. He guessed it was a little before dawn as it was still quite dark outside. He could hear the little boy snoring softly in the comfort of the duvet, where she had swept him in an embrace as she lay sandwiched between them with her back to Randhir. It was an idyllic picture, in a perfect world they could have been a family enjoying a short sojourn in this little hillside town. He smiled to recall how while lulling him off to sleep she had held Aman in her arms tenderly and the boy in turn patted her back reciprocating her affection until his eyelids grew heavy.

A surge of desire coursed through Randhir as his senses became alert to her curvaceous form lying next to him invitingly. He drew himself close to her and caressed her softness, his touch sending her into a state of involuntary arousal as she stirred to feel him pressed hard against her back. She swept herself to face him and that very moment his lips hungrily made communion with hers. His fingers teased the fastenings on the fabric of her nightwear till they came undone and he found what he was looking for, causing her toes to curl up. She gasped as he continued to explore her eagerly, getting bolder each time they shared such intimacy. She too had learnt by instinct to return the pleasure he gave her and they soon lost track of time as their passion consumed them, sending them into rapture. He held on fast to her as she struggled to drag herself to the bathroom soon afterward, she did not want Aman to find her in a state of disarray when he woke up. She firmly turned down his offer to shower together and he reluctantly let her go.

Dawn had broken by the time they were both showered and ready. It has stopped raining by then and soon they could hear birdsong traversing through the nip in the air. As he towelled his hair dry her breath hitched to catch sight of his well-chiseled bare torso. Seeing her response he smirked as he pushed her against the wall, his palms locking her wrists behind her back and he was about to place his lips on hers when he heard a tiny voice calling out to him. Turning around he saw Aman standing near the edge of the bed, his hands crossed on his chest giving them a suspicious look wondering aloud what they were trying to do, looking skeptical when he was told they were just wishing each other good morning.

Not wanting his inquisition to go any further she rushed him to the bathroom to help him with his ablutions, all the while getting suspicious looks from him. He wanted to know why her lips were looking swollen and her face was flushed, she had to resort to tickling him to distract him and by the time she had managed to get him dressed she hoped that he had forgotten it all.

Parth and Vidushi joined them for a leisurely breakfast in the dining room and they made their way through the fruit, cereal, eggs with sausages and toast along with freshly brewed coffee for the grown-ups and a glass of honeyed milk for Aman. Randhir realised that he was still being eyed by Aman while he was finishing his warm toast spread with homemade strawberry jam. It amused him to know how the child was perceptive enough to spot hanky-panky at such a young age; no amount of convincing was going to help wipe the slate clean. He offered to show him the freshly bloomed flowers in the garden while the others were still finishing their meal.

As they strolled through the flower beds Randhir offered to clarify, asking the young boy what he really wanted to know, suggesting that their talks would remain a secret. Aman got to the point and asked him if he had been trying to kiss her, and Randhir answered truthfully, telling him that they were in love with each other so it was acceptable for them to do so. The boy thought for a while and then wanted to know if they were planning to marry and have their own babies. Randhir was taken aback and clarified to him that they had not thought it out so far; they had a long time before they got to that point. Just then he noticed the boy's eyes fill up and in a teary voice he was asked if they would forget him once they had a child, just like his own father had.

Overcome with a wave of emotion Randhir pulled the child in a bear hug, assuring him that they would never turn away from him, and if things worked out according to plan they could all live together as a happy family, and that Aman should not feel insecure because they loved him dearly. The boy's tears flowed freely as Randhir continued to calm him down and comfort him, at the same time wondering whether he could actually keep his word. As Aman found his composure he wiped his tears dry and led him back indoors, determined to do all he could to give the boy a loving home in a not so distant future.