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'Do you believe me?'

'No.' Sujal hears her curt reply. Instead of angry It makes him smile.

'Ok. Hop on.'

She has sit behind him on his bike. The ride to that pangog tso lake. Though it is not allowed but he will be having a look at it. Even from afar lake looks beautiful.

He drives silently. But his inside is not silent. He loves this place and has few memories related with it. Few years back he had arrived here too. But with someone else. It was different. It was not like this.

Actually It was not comfortable like this. He had bit hesitation in bringing kashish there. Kashish was not fan of bikes so this bike ride was out of question. It was not like she had denied...but..he could not do it. It was not in him...in fact even today not in him to do things alone.

Like...he has decided to build a house in Mumbai and Naina will be the theme of that house. Whether he accepts it or not whole house will be screaming Naina once it is built. But in grey and dull colours..

'Sujal!' He hears her shouting his name.

'Ruko na..Mujhe bike chalani he.' He applies break hearing her.

'Ye to pata tha tum pagal ho. Lekin sanaki bhi ho...ye aaj pata chala.

Terrain dekha he? Will you be able to handle my weight?'

'Nahi na...Please..ek kaam karo na tum utar jao. I am driving for a KM kr two then I WILL BE BACK. Please..pretty please.'

Sujal looks at her with unbelievable eyes.

'Dekho...Mere khandan me bhi koi 50 crore compensate nahi kar sakta. So please.. niche utaro. I am driving alone.' He hears her attempts to push him down

'Main akela nahi girunga. Dont worry. I'll be taking you with me. I am not a fan of heroism chalo...drive karo.'

He watches her pushing him off. Her stubborn attempts of driving alone. It is not like he has issue with her driving alone. In fact this rode with turn can be dangerous. But...something inside him wants to go with her. What if she hurts this precious bike! 

He pulls the key out.

'Give me key back. Sujal..Main tumhe dhakka de dungi yahi se.'

'I am coming with you. Its final. Warna we are going back.'

She humps. Curses him..

'Fuck you.. Ghatiya Prani.'

'Dont worry when we return we'll be fucking. Ab baitho..aur ye bike start karo.'

She starts bike..and surprisingly she handles his weight more efficiently than he had imagined.

She drives the bike for few km..Making Sujal enjoy the cold breeze. It hits him on his cheeks...sometimes its mild when she is slowing the bike down...but sometimes it is harsh.

Suddenly...

'Aree...re...'

Bike has skidded few metres. Thank fully..she was able to handle it. But He has gotten a scratch on his arms and elbow.

'Bola tha na..utar jaao. Abhi sar phat jata..to.'

'Tumko army officer kisne banaya? Kitni darpok ho!'

'Shut Up Sujal.. I am not kidding. Maine bola tha..I will not be able to handle your weight. But you let me drive..abhi kuch ho jata to.'

'Well...kuch huya nahi..to I think its good. Chalo..start karo. Abhi bhi lake door he.'

'I am.not driving!' She crosses her hands on her chest.

'Ok. We are going back.' He is about to turn the bike..

'You are an imbecile. Main bol rahi hu..is baar kuch huya to I am not responsible..'

'Dont worry. Agar tumne mujhe bike se phenk bhi diya..tab bhi main Tumhara hi naam lunga.'

'Arrggh. You are an Idiot. Pagal aadmi.'

He knows she is irked. He knows she is a good driver but..taking a turn with a heavy person on backseat is not what everyone can do that too on these roads....but something in his males him hold her tight when she is driving..this time carefully.

They reach their destination. Naina has been able to drive better than first time. He is safe...and he is proud of it.

'Dekho. Maine bola tha na...tum darpok ho...

Nahi..dekho na..Main tumhe blame karta is dar se bilkul sahi salamat pahuch gaye hum yaha..'

'Wo check post dikh rahi he....Waha tak ye bike le kar jaao....Infiltrator samajh kar jarur tumhari dili iccha poori kar denge.'

Sujal smirks..

'Lekin...meri biwi to khud army me he. Uska kya?'

'Biwi army me he..tum nahi. Tumhe dekhte hi un logo ko samajh aa jayega ki tumhara ek screw loose he..'

Sujal laughs...

'Idhar dekho...I want to capture your fear stricken face. It will be a mood changer.'

'Sujalllll.'

'Ham mera hi nam he. Anddd...ye lo..I have this picture of yours. Naina...Dekho...Tumhare baal.'

Her hair due to helmet has come out askew. Some in air some on her face..but Sujal knows this unkempt look of her is real memory of the day..

She has tried to punch him. He laughs looking at her.

'Ok. Time out. Have some rest. Wapas bhi jana he.'

They are sitting on road. It was Sujal' idea to enjoy sometime here alone...

'Tumhe pata he.. ..Ghalib ne kya kaha he?' He speaks...having no idea why or how...but he does.

'Ha...

Sair kar duniya ki ghalib..
Zindgani phir kaha ..

Zindgani gar rahi...
To ye jawni phir kaha.'

'Wese kaha to unhone ye bhi he..but I was talking about other one. Ki..

Hazaro khwahishe aisi..har khwahish par dam nikle...
Bahut nikle mere arma..magar phir bhi kam nikle.'

She is silent..and his inner screams her to speak something.

'Ek ye suno...

Aah ko chahiye..Ek umar
asar hote tak...

Kaun jeeta he..teri zulf ke
Sar hote tak.'

He recites one more. Having no particular intention but...just to talk wirh her. Her words matter. Her smile matter..She matters actually. He knows it.

'Har ek baat par kahte ho tum ki tu kya he...

Tumhi kaho ye andaz-e-guftgoo kya he.'

Her eyes distant...gazing at open skies..while his never leaves her.

'Ghalib ko pada he? Tumne..'

'Nahi. Suna he. There was a cassette in my house. Shayad mom ka collection tha. I used to play it.'

Sujal keeps mum...but keeps on looking at her. Suddenly something blooms in him...something nascent...and innocent..urging him to speak up..

'Gulzar sahab ne kaha tha....

Tumse mili zindagi..

Humne abhi boi nahi..

Tere siwa koi na tha...

Tere siwa koi nahi....'

For a second Naina turns to him. He is but scared to look at her. He keeps on looking into sky. When ye feels her eyes on him no more he turns and stares at Naina. She is so serene. She is the fountain of life. Spring of youth...for him...and belonging to him. Gulzar sahab' two lines have true in his case. The life she gave him....he hasn't still come to the terms with it. Sometimes it is a miracle abd ge gas no trust in them.

But other half.....

Is there no one except her?

He takes a deep sigh. Whatever it was it was genuine.  that slip of tongue..something devious came out. But it was just a gentle thought. Naina has been somewhere helpful in reviving his dead will to live. That gratitude has come out...he tells himself that ge is grateful yo Naina.

'Chalo...Utho..bahut ho gaya mushayara...hotel wapas chalo.'

He urges to return.

He takes both back. Her head on his back. Her arms around him...make him feel strangely good. The thought of naming it is not there..but keeping it has stated to exist. Naina...Is the temptation whenever he gives in, he salvages. Naina is ocean. A dip in her...makes him willful, alive and breathing.

And he knows they had started broken and lost....and consumed. Neither he had anything not she. But...right now..he has a house, a bedroom and a person who is sitting  behind him and is full of everything now. The journey from nothing to everything. It was different, difficult but linear. The moment he held her, took her in he never saw anyone else except her. His eyes stopped at her. His mind thought of her. His soul sought her.

In a very different way...

They had come to the place where they had borrowed this bike from. Sujal calls Naina..

'Naina. Ab yaha se hotel paidal jana he. Chalo. Pick up bags.'

She silently picks the bags and both goes to hotel. 

Sujal coming behind her. Watching her carrying that bag and water bottle.

When they reach hotel they meet kashish and Piyush. Sujal wonders why he keeps on meeting these two people. Its not what he wants to see every now and then.

'Sujal. Naina. Kaha gaye the?' Piyush' chirpy and fake voice irritates him.  He keeps mum.

'Bike ride par. It was thrilling.' Naina' warm voice filling him...

'But...wo road to dangerous he. I...I know one of my friend who had been in an accident there.' This is Kashish but Sujal doesn't hear what she is trying to imply.

'Ha. But it was good. By the way I am famished. I'll.see You guys in morning.'

Sujal hears Naina replying. A smile looms on his lips remembering how good the ride was.

He follows running Naina..

When they are inside their room..Sujal orders food for them. They enjoy the meal...

After some time...

Sujal is looking at Naina who is sitting next to heater. Warming her hands...rubbing her palms. That warmth her cold shivering form spreads his every part is woken up. Tingling sensation runs all over him.

Suddenly a huge part of him pokes her. To do what he always does. To feel her..the way he wants. When she looks up to him and smiles he swears she can make him do anything with that look. .

He goes to her..

'Naina..' she looks up..

'Haan.'

He kneels down...tracing her hair and tucking some behind her ear...

'Tumhe pata he...Ghalib ne ek aur baat kahi he.....'

Her eyes are captured by him. He Sincerely looks into those orbs and reiterates the preamble to divine feeling.

'Bitha kar yaar ko pahloo me Rat bhar Ghalib...

Jo log kuch nahi karte...kamal karte he.'

Her cheeks are red..and he leaps to her. His lips in his and his hands holding her tight..He feels every inch of her warming. Her shawl drops on carpet and he picks her up. He takes her to bed..and places her on it lightly..

Looking in her eyes while he removes his clothes. He sees her clutching bedsheet. In anticipation.....He guesses. He climbs on bed. His finger touching her eyes..then roaming on her face. A deep moan escapes her throat. Her lips trembling when his index finger plays with outline. He does not stop. His finger descends lower. It goes to her throat. Then to her collar bone...and finally he traces outline of her round neck top. His traitor mind makes his hand go in. His cold fingers touch her warm swollen flesh. Soon he removes her top. He looks at her askew form. She is undone there...with his touches only. His finger dances on her belly..and then finally makes its way into her panties. Damp and sore flesh. This is siren. He falls on her mouth. Kissing it. As slow as he can. Her nails have dun themselves into his back. But it just pushes him to go. He keeps on kissing her until she is breathless. Meanwhile his finger slowly rubs her clit. Enjoying her. Doing her..with burning passion still with no pace. His teeth sinking in her lips..her tongue collides with his lips. He takes it in. Sucks it. His hand starts fondle her. His body gyrating on her. Rubbing himself on her. Friction making him hard..and it is beautiful. Looking at her flushed form is indeed beautiful.

He kisses her nipples. Then takes them into His mouth. He pulls her jeans off. Then he trails kisses on her calf. Bites her inner thigh and then her folds. Her moans meanwhile echoing in his room. It does not take him long to make her come. He goes back to her mouth..kissing her. His tongue going deep...A faint moan containing his name reaches to his ears..It prompts him to response..

'Naina...'

Her name tastes sugar on his tongue. He relishes it and goes in to her. Moving slowly...all the time watching her satisfied face. His heart swelled witb unnamed emotions. He kisses her again. And does so until he is tired. Until he himself is done for night..

She is under him...squirming and restless. He goes one more time deeper..and she comes undone. Her labour breath reaching to his ears. Her eyes shut and a smile on her lips. His head rests in the nest of her neck. Her toe smoothly touches his leg. Rubbing it slowly in rhythm.

'Mmmmh. Love you Sujal.' Her song plays and he is taken aback.

It hits him like a thousand volt current. He stares at her sprawled form..her eyes have something in them. He keeps on staring her....

Suddenly he gets up and goes out. He lits a cigarette. He smokes for some time. Suddenly its all foggy..Even when skies are clear.