Hi All..Happy Weekend.Thank you all for loving this story.Here goes the next part.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:Mature Content Alert! Kids stay away .Readers read at your own discretion.

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The weight of deal hanging in air ,the door slightly ajar,Naina decided to do some writing work.She started to write a new paragraph.The book was getting delayed and she decided to concentrate more on lines she was writing.Nisha's school fee was pending to be paid,the electricity bill must be lying inside the letter box;she thought with a sigh. There was a knock on front door.She heard the knocking quite distinctively.She recognized the knocks by now very well.Sameer was not back she knew for fact.This was new knock.Perhaps some one had come to meet Namrata's mother or asking for donation of upcoming Navratri celebrations.She returned to her paragraph when she heard another knock on her door.

"Bhabhiji..Aapke liye." Ramdhari announced ,before departing with a smart smile.Hastily Naina dropped the pen seeing the flower bouquet of Hydrangeas.A packet accompanied the bouquet wrapped in glossy gift wrap."With best compliments from Vikram Chauhan.Welcome to Party." The note; clipped ruthlessly to one of leaves of the beautiful flower; read.Naina took a long look at the flowers.The flowers were of vibrant pink and frosty white shades.She chuckled at Vikram's choice of flowers.Hydrangeas are colour changing flowers and she thought how perfectly the flowers define the person who sent them.A colour changing wild chameleon.

Sameer returned home to find Nisha in hall ,sleeping on the sofa ;looking tense with slight fever.He wondered where is Naina.The slight clinks and clangs from kitchen informed him about Ramdhari's presence.Namrata was still in office, her mother was outside the main gate chatting with neighbourhood ladies.He decided to check in room and went to carry Nisha to room.His child is weak in immunity he mentally noted.The drench in rain has not gone well with her.He checked for fever again and this time Nisha woke up, rubbing languidly her eyes.

"Papa!Aap aa gaye?Kabse wait kar rahi thi." Nisha mumbled and hugged Sameer."Kyun wait kar rahi thi?" Sameer asked surprised a bit.

"Aap Mummy ke liye jo gift bheja tha,Mummy ko pasand nahin aaya."

"Gift?"

"Haan.Aapne phool aur gift bheja tha na? Mumma gussa haiaapse.Main yehi batane ke liye aapka wait kar rahi thi.Par neend lag gayi." Nisha spoke in one breath and yawned.Sameer was quite puzzled and decided to make Nisha sleep first and then deal with Naina later.

"Itna acha dress jala diya?" Naina startled at the voice on terrace. Adept at living alone,standing alone on terrace with occasional voices of Nisha's cries or squeals emerging from door of terrace,she never had practice of listening to any other voices.However,she found the voice more of accusing than questioning. She knew he must have read the note and seen the scattered flower stalks of hydrangeas on floor.

"Sameer!" She gasped and sprinted to him.He held her from hugging him.He did not look much impressed with the things that had transpired in few hours of his absence.Naina looked at Sameer.He did not look like her Sameer..rather a man of steel .who inspired much awe and much more trepidation in her racing heart.She looked at him,hoping to listen to his words screaming behind supPressed silence. Sameer fetched the note of compliment and as Naina watched ;a thin flame of fire licked the note in few seconds.The lighter had done its job.

"Tum itni ziddi kyun ho Naina?" He asked ,his eyebrows furrowed in accusation. "I am sorry.Mujhe koi aur rashta nahin dikha." Naina moved warily towards him,fearful of his rejection again.

"Badle mein kya manga hai?"

"Kal uska birthday party mein jaana hoga warna ..."

"Warna.'.Sameer thundered making Naina flinch in fear.

"Wo ..tumhe aur Nisha ko kuch karlega.Main tum dono ke bina jee nahin paungi Sameer.I am sorry.Mujhe please maaf kardo.Main apni promise nahin rakh paayi." Naina's voice shaky and apologising ,felt like a child on her way to tears.Sameer didn't respond yet opened his arms,welcoming her to belong where she always belonged to.Naina remained long and restful in his arms,listening to his slow heartbeats.Sameer's eyes were shut.He wanted to make her feel all the tenderness that he had for her and her alone, the tenderness that is treasured for his loved ones only.

It rained again that night,a lull hanging in it. Sameer heard the hooting of an owl. It was more of a mourn.He felt a similar mournful hooting arising from his insides .Mournful of the loss of control over events and people in his life.For a fanciful second,he thought do the animals mourn over their helplessness to protect their partners?Their children or unborn progeny from vigilant predator? He looked at Naina.She was sleeping clutching him;perhaps clutching to the only anchors of happiness in her life.The other side of bed looked empty.Namrata had takenNisha to make her sleep with her mother.Sameer sighed how the old lady was getting attached to the presence and innocence of Nisha.A smile crept upon his lips remembering the animated talks Nisha had with Nanaji and Namrata's mother.The burst of happiness and hope she was in their lives.Varsha's muttered curse of him living this lifetime without love,happiness and hope no more deluded him.His Naina and Nisha completed him.

He was triumphant again but will he always remain to be one?...

In the low light of incandescent bulb,Sameer observed Naina's distressed frown,the slight tremble of her lips,the untidy curls adorning her forehead.He looked at her closed eyes,the very eyes that always brims with straightforwardness,enthusiasm and fathomless love.The very eyes that truly justify her name Naina.The same eyes he had drowned when they had nearly collided in their first meet.The eyes that still have that innocent twinkle to them.He wondered who named her Naina?Who else was enchanted by her eyes?

He found her shifting, wriggling beside him. He felt again an overwhelming desire to protect her yet letting her do the way she wants things to be done.He would let her be a kite.A kite never flies with the wind,it flies against the wind.He will always be her sharp thread,the manja protecting her against all malice in world.He kissed her on forehead and slept with a hopeful tomorrow full of better promises and plans.

 The bright rays of morning sunshine filtered through the curtains and Naina heard some birdwelcoming the dawn with a burst of twittering song.She smiled as she felt the familiar warmth nestled against her body.Naina rolled over and pulled a sleeping Nisha towards her.She missed sleeping with Nisha at nights, courtesy Nisha's camp in Namrata's room and a stubborn yet hearty wish of Namrata's mother to let Nisha sleep with her .Nisha cuddled to Naina more while Naina checked for her temperature.She was relieved that the fever was gone.Naina looked around to spot another important person of her life,but he was no where to be seen.Had he left for office?Was he still angry with her?

The bathroom latch clicked and opened and the man of worries was right there.His lithe figure adorned with warm water droplets .With a grey towel hanging at his low waist,his deep eyes were fixed on choosing a neat,pressed shirt.Naina kept ,admiring his chiselled face,his handsome figure enough long ,not to realize that she was staring at him since few minutes.He suddenly looked at her and that was the moment she felt strangely warm,and then going cold.He flashed a smile,running his fingers through wet hair,feeling slightly frustrated over not finding a desired shirt."Wo purple colour pehen lo." She voiced,gently rolling away from Nisha and getting off the bed.

"Pressed nahin hai." He whined looking at the folds and creases.

"Main abhi kar deti hun." She said,pulling off the shirt from hanger.Then she noticed a thing and was surprised that she had never noticed it before.He was n't wearing a vest under his shirt.

"Tum vest nahin pehente shirt ke neeche?" She asked,a tone of possessiveness; prominently under current in her voice."Nahin pehenta zyada.Kyun tumhein koi problem hai?" He asked,a hint of tease in his voice.He marked,she had a fallen expression.

"Itni garmi lagti hai?Office mein AC to hoga?Upar se do button khule bhi chodte ho...Phir bhi .. "She trailed only to find him controlling his smiles.Still a smile escaped and appeared on his face.

"Main kuch puch rahi hun..Jawab do,muskurao mat. "She grabbed the iron quickly and started pressing the shirt,as if trying to flush her frustration through the activity.He gave a broad grin and said "Chinta mat karo,Tumhare sivay mujhe koi aur dekhega nahin.Blazer most of times pehenta hun isliye vest pehen na skipkarleta hun.Namrata ko chodkar koi mera kareeb bhi nahin hai ladies mein.Classhota hai to vest pehenke jaata hun." She looked up at him,still in slight disbelief,when he squeezed her warm fingers ,saying "Nisha ki promise." A smile broke on her face,changing into blush as she found him clutching her fingers tight,not letting her go.He inched closer and tried kissing her cheek.Naina rolled her eyes,pushing him a bit,whispering "Kya kar rahe ho,Nisha kamre mein hai."

He grunted in slight despair and focused on buttoning the shirt. It was when he came to the table,he found the gradually wilting flowers from last night."Aaj party kitne baje hai?" He asked tucking in the shirt.Naina startled for a second,not expecting him to ask the question.She in a state of delusion,blurted out "8.30 " He nodded and left the room,kissing a sleepy Nisha on forehead.Naina spent her whole day thinking of every possible mood of Sameer,if he would take her to the party ,would she be able to stop anyone if by chance Vikram and Sameer have a face off.. She finally decided to take a walk.A long walk which she had taken ages ago in Almora. Perhaps the walk would offer her some calmness and new vistas for her on going novel.

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Out of several things that Pandit liked,he loved the Samosaswith Chutney a little bit more.But it seemed like the impatient visitor at door would not let him relish his favourite food.He kept away the half eaten piece,dusted his hands and went to answer the call.However he lost all his cool, spotting Shilpat Rao at door.

"Tum?Dean ne phir se kya letter bheja?Main nahin kar raha iss baar ki event organise.Bata do uss budhe ko."Pandit ordered and was about to slam the door when he heard faint voice of Shilpat Rao saying,"Preeti Madam ki tabiyat kharab hai. "He gestured Shilpat Rao to rewind the exact words.Suddenly he felt an uneasiness,dismissing the thought as too much oil in Samosas.

Few minutes later,he was sitting by bedside of Preeti,while Preeti went on vomiting at seconds interval in the bathroom basin.He had the urge to rush to her and rub her back,but this attempt by him has been already rejected by the patient herself.He can now only wait for her to come out and lie on the bed.He had sent away Shilpat Rao to fetch the doctor from Institute Dispensary.

"Kal kya khaya tha?" Pandit asked as soon as he saw Preeti stepping out of the bathroom.

"Pav Bhaji aur Pani Puri." Preeti meekly voiced,trying to save the left ounces of energy. "Pav Bhaji?Kahan se khayi thi?" Pandit fired the next question.

"Tum Inspector ho kya?Sawal pe sawal kiye jaa rahe ho?Kisne bola tumhein yahan aane ke liye?" Preeti shouted,forgetting all her resolves to save energy.

"Yaar tumhari khandan hi ehsaan faramosh hai.Ek to madad karo,phir suno." Pandit spoke deliberately and saw the patient infront of him turn into a flamed lady.

"Kounsa ehsaan?Kaisa madad? Main khud ka khayal rakh saktihun.Food poisoning ho gayi hai.Nahin chahiye kiska humdardi.Darwaza us taraf hai." Preeti threw the words and felt about in her throat form again.She held her breath and rushed to bathroom again.

"Khandaan nakchadhi aur ziddi bhi hai. "Pandit chuckled and when he decided to call Shilpat Rao to ask his whereabouts,he saw her phone buzzing with a message.He hung off and tried controlling his curious mind ;finally losing the battle against the urge to see the incoming message.Surprise knocked him and as he came back to normal,he muttered "Aaj iski Birthday hai.?"

He scanned around the tiny room of hers, failing to find a single cake or gift wrapper littering around.Why had not she informed him?

But then why should she?Who was he to her?

"Preeti!Mujhe thoda kaam hai .Doctor aa rahein hein.Dawai lelena time pe." He said to her while Preeti washed her face ,nodding how she never was anyone's priority.Every time only an option.

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Naina stood under the protective cover of portico gates waiting for a taxi. After waiting a few good minutes,she decided to walk to main road to get the taxi.She still could see the expectant and curious eyes of Nisha peeping out from the their bedroom window.Unlike other kids,Nisha had quietly accepted the fact that her mother was out for some very important meeting.Yet falling prey to the developing age she was,she could not contain her curiosity. Naina smiled and waved at Nisha.Nisha's eyes went from dull to twinkling bright and she waved back,throwing flying kisses at her mother.Naina was surprised a bit at the knowledge of flying kisses,but then knew binge watching of romantic movies had their own effects.She saw a car coming inside the lane.

But her relief was short lived. The vehicle number clearly stated it belong to Sameer Maheshwari.He was there to pick her up for the party.Naina felt like the character of Hairy Ape, whom she had read few days ago.Alike the character,fate has decided to give her punches from each side,from heaven and from hell,leaving her suspended in mid air.Sameer screeched the car to a sudden stop and opened the door.Naina didn't dare to sit in front seat, his constant gazes would waver away all her composure and confidence. She chose the back seat as she would have done in a taxi,feeling alone,feeling confident to face the Vikram Chauhan.

Sameer didn't insist her on sitting in front, rehearsing his resolve for the day.The day had gone past him like whirlwind.He kept himself immensely busy ,completing file works that even didn't require immediate attention. It was in lunch break,Sameer rested for a while ,looking at the framed photo on his table.The photo from wedding day.How badly he wanted to ask her not to go and badly wanted to murder someone.If murder would not have been considered a heinous crime, he would have perhaps turned into a serial killer.He thought for a fleeting second,and washimself surprised with such thoughts.He completed his lunch first,and then strummed the guitar,knowing well music is always an escape.He resolved through the strumming session,that he will let Naina have her talks while he will patiently wait,in some sequestered corner.

Soon they passed through a bazzar,charming and prosperous;tailors sitting cross legged before their sewing machines ,turning out beautiful mirrored and sequins clothes into Navratri attires;halwais pot bellied,sweet vendors ,sitting in haunches infront of giant frying pans and few people assembled making small crowds ,busy in some animated conversations. She realised along with Navratri,there was some election coming up at local level.Leaflets and Pamphlets were being distributed around,while some cared,majority just used them as plates for hot pavs and jalebis.

The car rolled from the bazaar that looked so Indian to the community which looked like a posh area,houses on each side of the wide road,few houses looked like they have booked the entire lane.Money can't buy happiness,but money can buy such lavish houses like palaces to flaunt which is happiness for some,Naina thought. Naina's heart started racing the moment her eyes caught the bill board,Golf Links.A faint music and dazzling light arrangements she could see clearly made her heart race like the derby horse on race course.She tried reassuring herself that she wasn't meeting Vikram for first time,but the feeling of uneasy and suffocation just didn't go away.

Sameer parked the car a little away from the gate.He got down from the car,the drive had been completely silent.He opened the door for her.Naina didn't dare to look at him.For his gaze would hold her back,she was sure.

"Jaldi aa jaungi." Naina voiced finally,gathering some courage, and tried to move quickly away from him. Which husband in world would love to see his wife going away just like a concubine for another male.She dare not look into his eyes,for she can't tolerate the hate and loathing for her in his eyes.However,she was surprised to hear him ask a single question.

"Jana zaroori hai?" She didn't know what to answer.She nodded and wanted to run away that instant.But her conscience didn't let her run away.She turned back and moved towards him.Cupping his face,she whispered "Humare kal ke liye mujhe aaj jane do." He shut his eyes, and abruptly turned away from her.Naina knew this was too much for him,too much for her and Vikram has again played well.With this invitation ,he has successfully targeted her married life.Perfect shrewd lawyer he was.Naina walked insides the lavish Iron gate ,with the only promise in mind,to find something ,very important enough to ruin the Vikram ,the shrewd who has tried snatching her only happiness of life.

Vikram spotted Naina and sauntered across to her with an arrogance and unredemptive defiance.He grinned wide saying "Hi Darling!Thats a sweet surprise."Naina could feel a wave of anger surge inside her.

"Apne ghatiya sa plan ko surprise ka naam mat do." Naina thundered.Vikram smiled curtly andscanned Naina from top to toe.With the unblinking gaze he saw her wearing a navy blue curved hem top and jeans ,with absolute no make up as he judged.The dressing clearly showed her disinterest in attending it.He wanted to roar in rage seeing her outright defiance of him,but chose to keep the conversation fluid ,for his mind had conjured few points.

"Waise Darling..I am upset.Tumne mera gift nahin pehna.Pasand nahin aaya?" He asked ,and saw her eyes shut in an equal rage asof his insides. "Meri marzi mein kya pehnu kya nahin.Tum list doge ab?Mujhe jaldi jana hai."

Vikram eyed her again and twitched his lips,before saying"Jaati ho tum..Jaldi hai kya? Ab to mile hein.Yahan bahut shor hai chalo mere room mein."He uttered and finished with a whistling tune of the song.Naina felta cold shiver run down her spine,the situation was getting unwantedly critical.

"KYA?Kuch jyada ho raha hai Vikram.I don't like this." Naina spoke with all hostility. Vikram laughed and held her dainty wrists in a tight grip.Naina felt a bruise form on her wrist because of the designed knuckles he was wearing. "So what else will you like? A bit of make out ..or lets say a work out before we get into business." He said winking and in a swift resentment Naina slapped him hard. Vikram was surely surprised by the tight,scorching slap and Naina soon found herself pinned against a cemented wall.The hallway seemed distant from the party place.All she could think was her would she be able to face Sameer again? Will she able to stand against this perfect chess player,who has his every moves planned?

"NAINA..Tum yeh mat bhulo ki mein Vikram Chauhan hun.Ek pal mein tumse tumhari khusiyan,aur yeh ghamand sab kuch loot sakta hun.Mujhe itna bhi majboor mat karo. "Vikram whispered in a voice,that seemed alike venom to Naina.She felt his finger caress over her upper arm and a sudden grip made her flinch in pain. "Haath chodo mera." Naina pleaded ,unable to bear the pain of steel knuckles cutting through herskin. He asked in a cold fury "Kyun dard ho raha hai ?Waisa hi dard mujhe hota hai jab tumhe uss Maheshwari ke saath dekhta hun.Kya kami thi mujh mein? Mard hun,acha kama leta hun,ghar hai,gadi hai,status hai..".He gave a sadistic look at the welts forming on her skin and pulled her inside his bedroom.

Naina ,though with lots of trepidations in heart,spoke with certainty "Dil nahin hai." She looked around the room and felt like a caged bird suddenly.What hell she had dragged herself into? She didn't want to think of consequences.It was no doubt Vikram always fancied her body but this it was more dangerous than mere lust..it was venegeance. Venegeance against Sameer.Naina's eyes turned misty thinking of Nisha.The words of Vikram reverberated in her ears.She wiped the tears,deciding; if paying her innocence and chastity can safeguard Nisha then she would not think before jumping into the flame of destruction.The flame that would burn down all her dreams intash,all her world of beautiful moments.But she will do anything for Nisha,that had been and would be her only promise to self.

"Come Darling..Let's have some fine wine before we are into business." Vikram said,pulling out a bottle from his small cabinet.Naina wanted to poison the wine,putting Vikram too eternal sleep but she didn't have any at her disposal.She refused and found herself flung ruthlessly on the velvet bedsheet. "Aisa na mujhe tum dekho..Darling.I don't know kahin mera hosh na kho jaaye." Naina pushed him and stood to her feet.She quickly sent a silent prayer folding her hands and heard a slight tap on door.

Relief washed across her face while she sawan expression of disgust appear on Vikram's face.He straightened his tuxedo and went to answer the door.He turned back at her and voiced urgently , "Tum yahin ruko.main do minute mein aata hun. ".Naina saw him leave and suddenly felt a new energy surging inside her,refilling her insides to core. An insight struck her and she quickly searched the room for the list she wanted so badly.To her dismay she didn't find it.She looked over the balcony and found Vikram still busy in some discussion.She decided to sneak away from the room,the party before he finds her.That seemed the safest option.However ,when she turned away from the place she was standing , her eyes caught attention of a file signed "CONFIDENTIAL''.With a sudden urge ,she lifted the file and rushed down stairs.Carefully avoiding the crowd,she moved out of the mansion.

Naina breathed out in relief and felt as a bird freed from the cage.She saw a tall figure leaning against the car,silhouetted against the roadway.Even from a distance she could know he looked upset and troubled.She walked near the car in quick steps.Sameer saw her and both looked at each other speechless for few minutes.Sameer pulled out a shawl and put around her.Naina felt thankful of the warmth the shawl provided her with.She clutched the hems of it and wrapped around her tighter.Sameer started the car and getting the hint Naina sat inside.This time choosing to sit in front seat.

The drive back home was eerily silent.Naina stared at him,seeing his eyes bereft of any warmth ,focussed on the road.She stared for along time without saying anything before a lone tear slowly ran down her cheek.

Naina reached her room and quickly changed to comfortable wears.She wanted to just hit the bed and sleep for eternity not having to wake up for eternity.Though she was shook with Vikram's advances,what shook her more was Sameer's complete silence.It seemed as if he had withdrawn completely.And that scared her.

Sameer came to room,and went into the bathroom straight.A cold shower only could help him feel better.The struggling moments of imagining her with Vikram had left his throat dry and body in unease.Naina tried sleeping before he comes out of bathroom ,but her attempts failed.He really had a quick shower.He had changed to his cargo trousers and tee.He went to a small drawer and pulled out a Dettol bottle and some cotton.He looked at her and pulled her hands towards him.Slowly,carefully and with rapt attention he tended to thebruises.Naina whined,flinched as the antiseptic liquid flowed through her bruised skin.Sameer blowed over the bruised places,sending goosebumps all around her body.With his work done,he went back to dispose off the cotton balls.A sob broke from her,unable to handle such an indifference from him.It was not that she had never felt pain but this pain of indifference was more than she could tolerate.She sobbed harder.

"Naina!" He said and quickly rushed to her.He held her tight and didn't know what to say.What could he say?Since hours he had been struggling with the exact question.He knew she is hurt from his behaviour ,buthe himself didn't know how else to behave.More than her he was upset with himself.Hence,he chose silence to be the best option.

They lay together in silence and tears and fell asleep,clutching to each other ,unable to speak words of comfort to each other because there were none.

Naina woke up extremely late the next morning.She didn't know when she had fallen asleep.But she felt really tired.If it would have been some other day she could have gone back to sleep gladly,but today her mind was already'churning over his absence.He had not woken up her and had left for office.She tried not to think much and quickly went to complete her morning chores.It was when she tidied the bed she saw the breakfast by the bedside.A note placed under the ceramic plate.

"Good Morning Naina.

Breakfast kha lena.Jyada mat socho,I still love you.

Sameer."

She smiled reading the note and kissed it before keeping it away. Her stomach grumbled and she remembered she had skipped yesterday's dinner.Few hours later ,Naina sat her study to clear her minds from unwanted thoughts.Writing has always helped her focus and she hoped that it would not disappoint her that day too.Nisha came running to Naina and Naina was more than happy to see her daughter,her world running towards her with brightest of smiles.

"Mumma!Yeh dekho maine banaya kal raat.Aapke liye" Naina watched the quick,deft strokes; the way in which the rose flower had become an object,the sure balance of lines and curves ,the bright red colour stroked with faint hint of crimson.Her child has such a talent in art,her heart swelled in pride,joy and happiness.She quickly kissed the painting and Nisha.The painting has made her mother smile and she could not be more happier.Nisha suddenly remembered about the telephonic conversation sheand Rishav had.She found it the perfect time to clarify her doubts.

"Mumma!Hum hamesha ke liye Delhi mein rahenge kya?Wapas nahin jaayenge humare ghar?"Nisha asked and Naina made her sit on her lap,combing away few truant fringes from Nisha's forehead."Nahin meri jaan.Hum wapas jaayenge.Jaldi." Nisha hugged happily and then suddenly another thought flashed by her tiny mind."Mumma!Hum chale jaayenge to Papa akele ho jaayenge na ?"

"Papa to Almora aate jaate rahenge..Pehle ki tarah." Naina answered with a soft smile.

"Hum ek saath nahin reh sakte?Papa,Aap,Main,Nanaji,Namrata Didi,Nani,Rishav .Sab? "Nisha asked ,and Naina knew more than a question it was a wish of little heart.The wish of all staying together in love and happiness.The picture perfect family.But how much it can really achieved?

"Sab ka alag alag jagah kaam hai na.Ek ke saath rehne ke liye dusre ko chodna padega.Har happiness ek saath nahin milti.Yehi life hai." Naina said,trying to make Nisha aware of the world and ways of life.Nisha tried understanding the heavy philosophy her mother just thrust upon her.Perhaps it was time to learn something more than text books,more than moral storybooks.Something her mother can only teach her.

"Bhabhi!Visakha Mem sahib aa gayi hai. Aap milne jaoge?"Ramdhari informed and Naina found herself in a quick predicament.She felt her fate laughing at her with a sadistic smile.How much she had wanted to meet Visakha before leaving Delhi.But the circumstance,the quandary she was in ,it was difficult to choose.A sense of Hamletian Dilemma hovered over her,to go or not to go was the question,that completely froze her thoughts.Finally after contemplating for several minutes,she decided to call Sameer and inform about her desire to go and meet Visakha.This way she would keep her promise to him.But bad luck as it seemed to her, his phone was switched off so also Namrata's.

With a stupor,she decided to meet Visakha without seeking Sameer's permission.Nisha was quite delighted with the fact to meet her Dadi finally.Herday could not have been more joyous,Nisha excitedly thought.

Naina entered the Somani House and found the building,the surrounding all having an opulent setting.She glanced around and felt that this is how a truly real estate industrialist builds his luxuries.She could describe Maheshwari house but in this case,she felt that her description could hardly do justice to the exteriors of the palatial building.She rang the door bell and a lady in mid 60s opened the door with a sweet smile yet surprised gaze.

"Haan bataiye kisse dhund rahe hein?" The lady asked and Naina clearly remembered the day when she had first seen her.She was there to witness Sameer's match along with her husband. She had been so happy to see her that day and she was happy today also.Though she had never seen Sameer share a happy moment with her.Naina touched her feet and said "Aapko".Nisha followed her mother and recognised that this lady was her Dadi.The one who is away from her Papa whileher Papa misses her so much and her aloo parathas.Nisha squealed "Dadi "and hugged Visakha by waist.Visakha stood shocked and whispered "Tum Naina ho?"

Naina nodded and Visakha quickly hugged her.She asked her to stand at the threshold and disappeared inside.Few minutes later,she emerged with an aarti plate. She did tilak of Naina and Nisha ,handing a hefty 5000 rupees in Naina's clasped fingers.

"Aunty ji ..yeh sab..itna paisa?" Naina fumbled while Visakha quickly said."Auntyji nahin Mummy ji bulao.Muh dikhai hai yeh.Rakhlo.Aurhaan Sameer ko mat batana". Naina nodded and then suddenly Visakha turned around and asked "Naina!Yeh Nisha hai?Aur tum yahan aaye ho Sameer ko pata hai?"

"Haan.Aapko shayad Nanaji ne bataya hoga. Sameer nahin jaante ki main yahan hun." Naina said and saw Visakha's expression change into something sceptical. "Phir tum chale jao Naina.Main nahin chahti ki tumhari personal life mein humari wajah se koi bhi mis understanding ho."Visakha said,feeling too certain about the consequences of this visit in future.

"Aap bhi to meri personal life ka hissa hein.Kya aap sach mein nahin chahte ki hum sab saath rahein?" Naina said trying to make Visakha see her point.Naina knew Sameer would never say it aloud ,but he too missed mother's affection.She has several times caught him,looking so wistfully whenever Nisha would hug her ,snuggle to her,or whenever Nisha in drowsy state,slept on Naina's lap.

"Kisi bahar wale se humein advice lene ki zaroorat nahin.Sameer aur hum kabhi saath nahin reh sakte "Naina heard an incensed voice.She saw a tall man,taller than Sameer walking purposefully towards her,a violent hostility and snobbery surrounding him.She immediately recognised him as Sameer's stepfather.The Somani who has been instrumental in keeping a mother successfully away from his own blood child.

"Papa to bahut ache hein..Aap kyun nahin reh sakte unke saath? " Naina heard Nisha chirp between.She rolled her eyes at Nisha,saying "Nisha..Bade baat kar rahein hein na.."

"Sorry Mumma.Main to bas bata rahi thi.Yeh Papa ko ache se nahin jaante." Nisha held her ears and apologised.Somani nodded his head and curtly added "Dekho..Iss choti si bachi mein bhi yeh ladka badtameezi bhar di hai.Jiske saath rahega use bigad dega."

Naina's blood curdled and without a thought she spoke, "Dekhiye Mr.Somani .Aap Sameer ke step father hote huye bhi main aapki samman karti hun.Iska matlab yeh nahin hai ki aap mere pati ke baare mein kuch bhi bolenge."

"Naina!.. "Visakha hollered,shocked at her audacity.

Naina felt Somani had touched her raw nerve.Naina turned away from Somani and retorted to Visakha ,"Aap chup kyun hein Mummy ji? Yeh toparaye hein par aapka apna khun Sameer hai na?Kya aapko bhi lagta hai ki wo aapke pyaar ke kaabil nahin hai?Uski galtiyan maafi ke kaabil nahin?Aise hi ghut ghut ke jeene ke liye use aap iss sansar mein laaye the?" Visakha stood mum while Somani got a renewed energy as usual from Viskaha's silence.

"Tum Sameer ki wife ho sakti ho..par iss ghar ke bahu nahin.We don't accept you.Isliye tum yahan lecture dene ke wajah chale jana acha hoga."

Naina suppressed an angry retort and in a taunting smile replied "Bahu toh main ban chuki hun.Nanaji ne khud apnaya hai mujhe.Aur rahi baatMummy ji ki ..to wo to mujhe already maan chuke hein.Par baata nahin paayenge.Main chalti hun Mummy ji. Umeed hai ki aap ko phir se uss ghar mein dekhun.Nisha!Dada Dadi ko pranam karo." Naina saidand Nisha followed and Visakha sat in a huff,thinking the words and events in her mind.

Naina returned home ,feeling a burden lift over her.She has done her first attempt at bringing the family together.She still,though was in apprehension,how Sameer would react to it.However all her happiness wiped away,the moment Ramdhari handed her over a small envelope,addressed to her.

The afternoon turned into twilight and changed into darknight.Naina sat at her table ,trying to conjure up few lines but failing miserable.Her thoughts were all concentric around Sameer.Her back to back adventures ,his phone unreachable to her,threw her in a commotion of chaotic thoughts.

Was he still angry?Shall she let him know about the meeting?Will he accept her if he finds the contents of the envelope?

Lost in her thoughts,she heard the boot steps in the room.She turned to find him coming inside the room and closing the door.He closed the windows, and voiced seeing her confused look "Baarish hone wali hai." Naina found the tone more sharp,more curt than it meant to be.She could not control more and asked him ,drowning in immense self doubt,"Sameer!Agar maine kuch galti kardi to tum mujhe chod doge kya?"

That was it.

He shed his blazer and pulled her swiftly towards him.He leaned close to her face and perched his lips on her.He groaned as he deepened the kiss.Naina flinched and blinked for a second before submitting to the tidal wave of pleasure.The kiss spoke of his anger,his fear and Naina knew this stemmed from the immense love he had for her.She had perhaps asked the wrong question.She saw the similar envelope fall from his blazer pocket and knew what actually had triggered such an angry outpour.

He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled her even closer to his flesh,wanting to feel all of her against him.He needed to feel her bare warmth ,wanted to make himself believe,she was his.No photographs of Vikram's bedroom captured on CCTV camera could vapour off the relation they shared.

She looked at his exposed torso and the next thing she knew,her fingers were on his ridged abdomen,like they had a mind of their own and were determined to explore every groove and crevices.She had known he was handsome,but seeing him shirtless with the jet black eyes smouldering with anger and undercurrents of passion was like unveiling of Michaelangelo's David,Homer's Achilles only way better,because Sameer's skin felt nothing like the cold,uninviting stones.His skin,warm and smooth ,stretched over immaculate angles tempting her to cuddle like purring kitten.He was beyond perfect and she felt quite blessed to have him in life.

Sameer felt that a thin layer of silk was all that separated his hand from her body. As she felt herself harden beneath his fingers, Sameer moaned, and his other hand traced up the front of the night robe until he found her bare skin. Naina writhed happily as he explored these uncharted spots of her body.His lips hot and hungry roaming all over her.

Though she still felt a bit insecure about herself,she didn't stop him.She thought for a miniscule of second,;if this is the way she would truly be his,then be it.Period.

His fingers moved down the silky robe and he undid the tight knot.Naina's cheeks flamed and lips trembled.He slid a hand to her flushed cheek and caressed it wantonly.She moaned "Sameer'' and he kissed her harder to prevent her from saying more. He wanted no excuses and was determined to make her belong to him,each way and every way possible.

In the movements of frenzy,a shoulder of Naina's robe accidentally slipped down to her elbow. Sameer paused, his hand on her breast tentatively stroked her nipple through the fabric again, and then he quickly pushed away her robe from that side of her chest.Naina swallowed and fidgeted and felt his gaze turn warm.She turned away from him,but didn't cover herself.Instead she closed her eyes and forced herself to hold still.

Sameer smiled, calming down from the inferno that had captured him in like a untamed fire.He let his gaze roam to her chest.None of their past encounters could have prepared him for this moment.He gauged ,he had taken her to an entirely different level,and his determination was unwavering.

He didn't want to startle her,he slowly hugged her from behind,moving his hand from her cheek to her now bare chest.Then her heart stuttered as he bent his head toward her.He whispered by her ears..''You are beautiful.Mere taraf dekho.'' Gone was the anger stupor and replaced by just Sameer, her Sameer.Naina turned in his arms,and pulled him closer ,diving herfingers into his silky hairs.More thankful than he had ever been ,Sameer groaned and moved closer.He then lifted her up and placed her on bed.Her eyes closed,he could tell she was ready for more and he was ready to give it to her.He took a calming breath,making sure he was ready for a dose of raging temptations. Sameer stroked Naina gingerly, as if she was a delicate flower that might fall apart. Slowly, he lowered onto her and soon found her pressing onto him hard.

His lips moved and trailed down her neck until he finally reached her naked breast. He kissed every inch and took her hardened nub into his mouth, suckling.She didn't struggle or tense and moaned fervently with heady sensations he was giving her.

Naina gasped at the mounding sensations within her. He kissed her breasts once more and traversed down her stomach to meet cute belly button ,which was framed by lean abs and a tiny waist.He looked at her flushed body, she looked innocently modest yet sexier than hell.

In a quick movement; she plunged her tongue deep inside of him and he practically fainted.She began pushing down against his mouth rhythmically. His tongue firmly entangled with her-- caressing and causing both of them to nearly explode.

They both moaned loudly,as the inferno of desires licked both of them.

Breathless, he straightened himself up and pulled Naina out of her night wear,throwing the fabric to the floor.Naina ran a fingernail along the defined indentation below hisabs,earning a groan of pleasure from him. He stopped her hands and whispered, "Mere ho jao..hamesha ke liye.''She nodded and voiced the exact words in a similar whisper.He hugged her ,tighter and this time without a single barrier on her flesh.

He laid her down on bed and covered her entire naked body in kisses. This time he went painfully slow until her entire body quaked with delight. Sitting up, Sameer climbed on top of her and she could feel him press firmly into her pelvis. Running his hands along her bare breasts, he kneaded them gently. He pressed harder into her body until she thought she could take no more. So slowly, Sameer began to rub himself against her. Every few seconds she felt him getting closer to hilt of passion, Naina kept wanting more.He pulled her up into his arms and kissed her hard,and she returned back with a devour.

Soft knocking of the door followed on the door and Sameer grunted in despair at the intrusion.

(To be continued)

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