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                                    धन्यवाद

Naina is chopping onions and crying ocean in process.

Sujal watches her doing her work with so much attention and devotion. His whole being moves with her affection and love time to time. Who would have thought she was able to give him this much! Her everything she has spent in this relation. Her breathing, her life, her passion, her soul...her heart....For a second he wonders how she is alive. How can she be when she is spending her life on him. Little by little daily.

But perhaps thats how she is breathing. Giving her everything to him..It overwhelms him.

'Naina. Kahi aisa na ho ki tumhare aansuyo se hi Sabji namkeen ho jaye. Maine kaha tha I'll help you. But tum ne nahi suni. Come on let me do something.'

'Sujal karne do na..Shant raho thodi der.' She sniffs making him laugh.

She is so cute at the same time so serene. She is his Paarijat...keeping him calm, giving him peace. He keeps on admiring her. Perhaps That deception from his first love paid off.

He watches her cutting veggies and then boiling them. She is trying some soup. It is their second last day in ladakh. Trip got extended one more day. Now they will be returning home tomorrow night.

Ladakh indeed is beautiful place. Perhaps partial to Sujal. Always giving him something. Last time when he had come with Kashish here, it had not taken more than six months but she had married piyush. Now this time....He has found love again. This time it is different than before.

He still remembers how he had missed his bike tour to ladakh when he arrived here with Kashish. His plan to roam ladakh on bike had been given up because Kashish wanted to shop something. To make a memory she wanted to keep something from this place. He himself had given up that time. He himself had decided to accompany Kashish to market instead of proposing a bike ride. However the idea had not stopped roaming in his mind for whole trip.

Now when he came with Naina...again...He had woken her up in early morning. She had cursed him but went to get ready. It was other issue that he had to work hard for waking her up. She sleeps like a log. But he didnt give up. In fact he sacrificed half of his bike ride so that she could drive the bike. She was not a good driver but still he let her. That moment her happiness mattered to him. More than anything. His elbow pains till today but he has not disclosed his pain to her. She will give him a long lecture about it and next she can give him some angry reaction or may be silent treatment. He has kept quite about it. This trip to ladakh was not only different but magnificent.

Earlier it was just a trip...but this time it was a journey. To seek peace...to seek her. He got her. He got her the way he wanted.

Sujal wonders how restless he went when He could not find her in this room! How madly he searched everywhere. Even when it was snowing he didnt stop.

In just three hours he realised that he had to name this relation. A permanent name. A meaning. And that meaning resides in their love. If this is not beautiful then nothing can be!

'Sujal!'

'Hmm.'

'What about Mumbai? Tum uske baare me kab se soch rhe the?'

This woman has a perfect memory. She never forgets a thing.

'What about Mumbai?'

He looks at her face...

'Dont try to make me fool. Ok. Your plot...your dream house.'

Sujal sits straight.

'Does it matter ki main kab se soch rha tha?'

'Haan. I want to know.'

'Don't. Dont try to know it. I want a house. Bright and caring. Where I can sleep soundly. Where I can live...without thinking of nonsense. Just a peaceful night.'

'But. Sujal...Peace always is in us. Ghar tumhe khushi nahi dega jab tak tum khush nahi ho..'

He looks at her..she is stirring the soup on induction which he brought actually borrowed from kitchen below.

'Kisne bola tumko ye?'

'Dr. Prateek. My doc. Sneha. Her husband. He was a great fellow..'

He keeps mum. Thinking of her days of depression and difficulties. She was scattered in tempest. But now..she is standing tall as never before. What changed. What changed her. Always a question in his mind. He knows..he is also better than ever. But she...she just erupted into life from a dead soul.

'Naina..'

'Hmm'

'What changed you?'

'Matlab?'

'Naveen. After his demise you died too. But now...Tum jee rahi ho. Khush ho...aur has rahi ho. Its different..'

She is bringing soup to him. He keeps on watching her till she sits next to him.

'Maine bola tha tumko..us din. I am living because I want to live. Koi wajah nahi he. Aur hazaaro wajah he. You know...What is love. It doesn't make you alive...it teaches you how to live. Mujhe wajah chahiye thi...mil gayi. Tumhara pyaar. This feeling makes me alive. Everyday.

But tumhe kya huya he? You have asked same question twice.'

'I also told you ki love makes you inefficient. Same is happening with me.'

'Bakwas mat karo. Sidhe se bolo ..'

He keeps quite for some time. Wearing the silence...trying to search his vocals...

'I...I had no cordial relation with dad. I saw my mom in trouble amd crying. It impacted me badly. Rishto se viswash uth gaya...and then Kashish came. But her deception....ya phir uski greatness..I dont know..but it made me hollow. That courage J had to live...and smile..I lost it. I started to think..relation has no future. They are all lame. Lie. Big fat lie. Thats why I never tried to name our relation. I was happy when I used to sleep with you while spooning you. If I ever tried to search for reasons..I was afraid I'd lose my peace too. Somewhere I am still afraid...perhaps. somewhere...Its still alive. Wo dar....'

He feels her warm hands on his. It gives him peace. It does

'Sujal. I am not saying ki saat janmo ta sath rahungi. And yes...I am not going to live forever too...but..as long as I am living...I know I'll be having this hardcore feeling for you. Always.

Aksa nahi he ki ehsas nahi badalte...lekin...tum....Tum wo subah ho meri jiska mujhe har din intzaar rahta he. Sujal. Try this. Live this. Dekhte he..aage kya hoga..but jo bhi hoga...we can face it. We'll.'

He keeps on looking her. He realises that...Its not her who is holding the loose end..but its he who comes undone every time with her. His every thought..his every problem...it seems they want themselves to go to her. This connection this is divine. And he sees no boundary to his devotion to her. In fact If he can he'll keep on telling her everything. Every day...every minute. Her words of wisdom or nonsense..they make sense even when he loses his sense.

'Wese Sujal. Tumhe dekh kar kaun kahega ki tumne Ghalib ko pada he..'

'Tumhe bhi dekh kar koi nahi kahega ki tumhe khana banana aata he..'

'Shut Up Sujal.'

'Kyu? Acchi nahi lagi tarif? Aur karu?

Ye soup ghatiya he. Isme pepper hi pepper he.'

He feels his ribcage paining. Naina has punched him. He holds her hands..tightly

'Dekho Naina. Main bahut accha pati hu..but I am against domestic violence. You see.. I respect Gandhi a lot.'

Naina laughs loudly. Her laugh echoing in whole room. Making sujal admire her...

'Is baar Ramleela me tumhe Ravan ka role dilaya jayega. Atleast kuch to kaam aayegi ye devil laugh!'

It doesn't stop her but makes her laugh more.

'You are such a darling!' And she kisses him.

Sujal leaves himself free. His lips not moving but feeling her wet lips on him. Her plum lips..sucking him...caressing him. And within a moment the soup is forgotten. She pushes him down. Hungrily climbing on him she holds his head with both her hands and resumes kissing.

Her lips tempting and juicy. The fire they had, never been lost. It lights up again. His whole being burning in desire. Utmost desire. Of feeling her...of taking her in. Of having her. A blackhole of lust ready to swallow them. He holds her back and crushes her while her lips are still working on him with passion. His hard on poking her. The best thing about This relation....they are intimate at every level. And Damn if this intimacy doesn't bring him more close to her. Every time he wants to drawn into her.

Her lips descend. And be enjoys desperately her hungry kisses on his chest and neck. Suddenly her teeth goes in making him flinch.

'Ouch! Naina. Kya kar rahi ho?'

'Its called seduction, babe. Kuch huya?'

Sujal gasps when his other shoulder is marked by her..

'Naina. You'll pay for this..'

And he takes her under him. Roughly tearing her clothes while watching her enjoying his torture. Instead of pulling her leggings down he kisses her naked naevel. His tongue going into her belly button and she pulls his hair. He keeps on teasing her until he shouts in desperation.

'Sujal. Stop Foreplay. I need you inside me.'

He smirks and doesn't go down. Keeps on lingering on her stomach and kissing her nipples. It frustrates her.

When he sees she is at edge, he without any warning turns her. Slamming her into mattress. Pulling down her leggings till her knees and touching her naked wet core. She moans with his touch. It ignites him. He pulls his left clothes off and enters in her. Pushing her more into bed..mercilessly. his hard member swells inside her and it stretches her walls. Shw is crying in pleasure. Her moans could be audible outside. She is not a silent lover. She is noisy when it comes to love making. He tries to shut her by covering her mouth with his hand. His constant hard work makes her restless and her teeth sinks in his palm. The drill goes on for some more minutes and finally he falls on her. Kissing her shoulder and nuzzling her hair..

Naina is out of breath so is Sujal.

After some time..

'Sujal...You know what else keeps me so alive?'

He is lying next to her shutting his eyes. Lazily he hums.

'Kya?'

'Sex.'

He opens his eyes...

'Hmm. Baat to thik he. Marne ke baad kya pata kya ho!'

Naina laughs...hearing sujal..

'Aur wese..bhi...

Ishq ka me aashiq tabhi mashgool hota he..

Jab Rat ko mehbooba ki baahno me sota he.'

'Ye kisne kaha he?' Naina asks him..

'Tumhare Aashiq ne.'

'Tabhi ek dum bakwas he.'

'Ha...isiliye apni mohbbat ko improve karo. Its your fault.'

He can feel her laughing beside him. It makes him happy too.

Life never stopped but with Naina..it seems he can move along it...easily and happily.