"Accha leave me now.." Ten minutes after we had both entered my room, he was still holding me in his arms. My hands rested lightly on his broad wide shoulders. His eyes fixed onto my face, gazing me.

"Put me down atleast" I said pushing his shoulders lightly.
He didn't say anything and put me on the bed and sat next to me.

"Aise kyun dekh rahe ho?" He had his gaze fixed onto me since he had walked into this room. "Parthhhh" I called him again.

"Soch raha hoon, tum kaise kar leti ho.. all this?" he said smiling with his eyes.

"All this? What all this?" I asked having no clue about what he was saying.

"Arre, yeh rona dhona, melodrama..." he said making faces.

"Matlab?" I asked.

"Matlab vo.. 'Mumma please! Mumma no!' jeezzzz tum literally serials ke liye he bani ho. Drama company ho poori!" he said in a squeaky voice trying to imitate me.

"What the hell!" I said in amusement.

"Haan aur kya.. And those big big tear drops! Itne bade toh Nandini ke bhi nahi hote the.. Kitna tension leti ho tum.." he said as he lay on the bed covering himself with the blanket.

"Haan and jaise ki you were toh not at all tensed na? Jab I slipped you should have seen your face Mr. Tough Guy. And when mom eyed you.." I stopped and giggled a bit, "..shakal dekhne wali thi tumhari !"

"Haaaan bus.. Wohi main.." he stammered a bit.

"Haan main woh.. ye.. main.. woh.. Kya?"

"But mana liya na lekin sabko maine" he chuckled.

"Ya right! Abhi unko he le jao vapas apne sath.. Go! Go!" I pushed him to get off the bed but that mountain figure was hard to move.

"Arre!" he said catching my hands which were busy pushing him away.

"Go na, take them along ! Unke sath reh lena tum!" I still tried pushing him off the bed. Well pregnancy had got my moods swinging like a merry-go-round!

"I'll take them too but pehle jisko le jaane aaya hoon usse toh baat karloon.." he said sitting up straight to face me, wearing a grin over his lips. "Let's go back Niti, please..." he said, now in a serious tone.

"Why? Why should I come back with you?" I asked in the same serious tone.

"Niti please lets just.. Go." he said again, pleading.

"Why?" I asked in a voice so weak. Tears were gearing up to come rolling down from my eyes.

"Because... because I am sorry! I am really really really very sorry about whatever I did! I'm sorry about breaking your trust, your heart, about breaking you! I'm sorry about everything I did, about every painful night, every hurtful day. I'm sorry Niti." he pressed my hands between his lightly, looking straight into my eyes, meaning every word he said. It was like.. his eyes talked to me, they told me what his heart had.

"Why should I believe you?" again the same weak voice inside me spoke. a
A tear drop left my eye and went rolling down my cheek. I had given in already, I had forgiven him long back, my heart accepted that way back but today it was for my brain to know and accept this fact.

"Because you love me" he said. My tears had already made their stream down my cheeks, flowing straight over my neck and rolling down.

"I don't.." I said, not meeting his eyes, dropping tears over the linen we sat on.

"Because I love you" he gave another answer. His eyes were still fixed onto me and mine were fixed onto our hands, my hand sandwiched between his. I felt the warmth, embracing it inside.

"You don't.." I said again not meeting his eyes. I sniffed because with my tears running down endlessly, my nose too started its run.

"I do." he said lifting up my chin and meeting my eyes. I looked back straight into his."I do love you and you know it too. Stop fighting me Niti, stop fighting yourself! I know what I did was a terrible thing but I am sorry, I really am. I did not mean a word I said that night, I needed time to gather myself, I needed to realise what you mean to me and the moment I did.. I came to you, to the both of you!" his hand reached for my tummy, one hand still holding mine.

"Why did you not listen to me?" my voice was cracking now, "Ek baar bhi you didn't think? Haan? Kuch.. nahi tumne socha bus you walked out on me.." I tried to make my voice as clear as I could but I doubt if he understood anything in between the sobbing and sniffing that I did.

"I know main..." his hand reached for my cheeks but before he could place his palms over them, I shrugged them off.

"Nahi! You don't know..tum kuch nahi jaante!" I said as I sobbed harder, "I felt so terrible Parth! I felt like filth! Main... main.. akeli ho gayi thi.. all of a sudden I was all alone!" I shouted letting the tears flow. It was late in the night and everyone in the house was now asleep. They were all too tired after the 'Kahani Ghar Ghar Ki' type drama that took place sometime ago.

"I know I was at fault, sab meri galti hai.. I was stupid! I was insecure! I didn't trust you.. It was all my mistake.. I know.." he placed his palms over my cheeks, wiping off the tears with his thumbs.. But soon another stream replaced them.

"D...do you kn..ow what I.. went through?" I asked sniffing and then crying simultaneously. He just kept looking at me, cupping my face with his palms. "Mujhe..pata nahi tha what I will do.. where I will go... tum toh bus chale gaye saying that.. you have nothing do to with me and our baby.. Parth!? Kaun bolta hai aise! Haan!? How could you just say that? Haan?" my eyes were swollen by now but the tears were out of control. I slapped him on his muscular arms left and right demanding for answers. I was crying like a 3 year old who had just missed the morning 'Tom and Jerry' show.

"I'm sorry, please.. I promise kabhi bhi... aaj ke baad se.. Never will I ever leave you or our baby, never..please?" he held my hands again and locked his eyes with mine. His eyes held his truth, his words made me believe, the pain, the hurt, the guilt, the realisation, everything I could see in his eyes and hear from his words. "Please forgive me.." He touched my forehead with his and whispered into my face.

"Kaise forgive kardoon tumhe? Jo..kiya tumne.." I stopped for the words to come out as one and not all fumbled because of my insane crying procedure, "..kaise? Phirse tum chale jaoge! Phirse you'll leave me all alone, hurt and broken, again you will make me go through such torture... I won't forgive you! Nahi.." I cried and cried with each word I uttered not caring anymore about whether or not he understood anything.. I just kept pouring my pain out to him for the final time. I knew I had forgiven him, I knew I couldn't deny loving him, every vain in my body wanted him but I let my emotions slip in words, words that I didn't mean, words that he knew had no meaning now. He was watching me constantly, wanting me to let it all out, "..tum jao! Vapas jao! Live without me and our baby.. you don't deserve us now.. I don't love.." and before I could complete my words I felt the presence of his lips over mine. He took in both my lips inside his enormous mouth and sucked them like strawberries. He had them in his mouth, between his lips as if he was licking all the juice out of them. I protested at first and tried pushing him away but he caught my hand so tight and kissed me without break. He pinned my arms against my back and leaned over me not leaving me for even a second. He made sure that I didn't hold on to the pain any longer. He knew I needed him just like oxygen. He left my hands when he felt me melt. I needed to breathe but I didn't want his lips off mine even for a second.

We were sitting crossed legs facing each other. My hands traveled up his back and stopped at his hair, clutching them in my hands. He suddenly let my lips be free and panted heavily. My breathing rate was no less than his. He let our foreheads meet again while we both breathed for air with our mouths open. My hands still held his hair and his hands gripped my waist tight. "I.. " and it was me this time who didn't let him complete his words, though I knew what they were going to be. I pulled him closer and placed my lips over his, giving him a fair chance to have his share my lips too. His hands raced up and down my back stopping at my waist and mine gripped his hair tighter. His grip over my waist was strong but he was careful enough to not hurt the living soul inside me. Our tounges fought for dominance while our lips sucked out the water out of each other. My senses were with me, I knew whar I was doing and yet I didn't want to stop. It was uncontrollabe, the urge to have him again, to want him again, to need him again was uncontrollabe. I hadn't wanted him more in any of the previous days than I wanted him now. He had too craved for me all this while, he had too been punished and tortured by the distance between us. This was when we both cared of nothing but the desires, the unanswered desires that had been wanting to be fulfilled since very long. We pulled out for breath once in every few minutes and again continued exploring each other's mouth like it was the first time for us. His hand slowly moved up to the buttons of my shirt and mine reached to hold his face in my little hands. He unbuttoned my shirt and threw it somewhere over the floor. We broke in the conversation of our tounges and he removed the cloth that covered his upper body. My eyes were shut tight. It was like I was capturing every moment of this night, every kiss of his, every touch of his that lingered on my body, I was taking it all in. It was now that we realised what staying away had cost us both. His lips after leaving mine all sore, went over to my neck. He traced up and down my arms dropping kisses at every dry place. My hands clutched his back tightly. His fingers played with the one strap thin lingerie that covered my breasts. His hands traveled to my back and his finger's reached to the hook that had the little fragile piece of lingerie I wore, intact. His palms curved around my waist when he was done fiddling with hook that had now been unhooked. He pulled me onto himself and lay over the bed on his back. He rolled over me pinning me me onto the bed getting his control over me.

We were soon free of every garment that clung to our bodies before. Just a blanket covered both of us under it. Our bodies moved in synchrony. His lips had touched every part of my naked body that was already visited by them back in time. He moved up and down my entire body. I wriggled like a dry leaf beneath his heavy muscular structure. I had allowed him to have all the control over me but even he seemed to lose it now. I lost him under the blanket as he went in searching for some new niche left unexplored while just my face was outside it, I longed for oxygen like never before. In between my heavy breaths, I moaned as he did innumerable pleasurable work over my body. The friction that ours bodies generated was enough to leave us in sweat even on a chilly December night in Delhi. "We should stop.." suddenly he stopped his work on my body and looked up to me, "I don't want to hurt the baby.." he said panting heavily.

I raised my head to meet his lips with mine and pressed onto them for whatever time that I could. He lightly pulled out of the kiss, "Lets just stop.." he said with worried eyes, ".. I don't want our baby to get hurt.." he said again.

"Baby won't" I said pulling his face over mine one more time. I needed this more than I needed air to breathe in. I had been hurt, shattered and broken inside and I needed him to heal the hurting wounds he had left. I wanted him to kiss away the scars, the dreadful pain that my heart had gone through.

"But, Niti.." he said pulling away looking into my eyes.

"Please Parth.. I need this... Please, I need you now, more than ever.. I promise nothing will happen, please.... please?" a lone tear rolled down my cheek as I pushed my head up to meet his forehead with mine. He lay my head back on the bed, gently and immediately kissed away the tear running down and suck into my neck like he was some hot seductive vampire and I was the blood type he had been craving for. He kissed every inch of it, sucked like the wild dog he was. I felt his teeth make their impression over my neck. Every movement of ours was fast, one following the other, his search for something new in my body began again, him tracing up and down my upper body, his hands curving along with the curves of my body. While he was busy exploring the already explored spots on my body, me other the hand was dying of thirst. The heavy breathing, the panting and sweating had left me dehydrated. My lips were dry as autumn leaves. My throat demanding water. I needed his moist lips over mine, I pulled him out of the blanket and pulled his neck causing his lips to press on mine. "Stay here.." I said as I pulled out for breath. He sucked in my lips as if he had been finding a new flavour in them everytime he took them in. His lips moved away from mine and reached to my collar bone, he kissed it with every bit of emotion, leaving them wet with his moist kisses. I hugged his bare shoulders tight, almost leaving marks there with my unevenly shaped long nails. The vigorous rhythmic movement of our bodies continued for long and there was a point when IT happened again. There was a point when we were one. A point when he found his way inside me once again. I shrieked out loud in pain, tears rolling down my cheeks. My nails that had just left a mark over his shoulders now dug into his soft skin causing a bit of blood to ooze out. He moved up to my face and cupped my cheeks into his hands, lightly brushing his thump on the crease formed over my forehead with his tender touches. He kissed my temples, comforting me and releasing me out of the pleasureable pain I had underwent. Tears rained down and he kept on wiping them off with his lips.
"Are you okay? Does it hurt still?" he asked when my tears didn't stop for long.

"No it doesn't." I said and hugged his broad structure as he lay side ways facing me. He wrapped his arms around me and I found my head over his heart once again. The safest and the nicest place for me to be in. My tears didn't stop yet and he was getting worried about my silent weeping. My tears had wet his naked chest region. He kept asking me if I'm okay and I kept saying that I was. The tears weren't because it was hurting me... Nothing now was hurting me. The tears were because of the happiness that I had received. They were because I had got back what I had spent days and nights crying for, I had that one person with me. The only person in the whole wide world whom I loved with everything inside and out of me. Every nerve, every vain, every beat of my heart said the same. I had never stopped loving him, I never could have. We were fated, WE WERE MEANT TO BE, because if we hadn't been then I would have never let him hurt me, I would have never let him come close to me. Unwantingly he had given me another reason to live for, another reason to smile for, he had given me the world's most beautiful and precious gift... Our Baby. I had forgiven and forgotten every pain that I had went through because just in this time he had repaid for everything he had done. He had repaid with his deep kisses, with his tender touches, with everything he had in him. I had surrendered to him once more. My brain, my heart both were in synchrony, thinking and wanting only and only him. I loved him. He loved me. He had come back to love me and our baby. Not caring about his image, not caring about his ambitions, not caring about anything.. He came just for us, for our own small family. No one could have loved me more than he did, I knew he loved me with every nerve of his. Tears continued their track down my cheeks as I took in all these moments with a smile curving on my face.

"Parth... so rahe ho?" After a long time when the both of us were drained out of energy to do anything more, we lay entangled to each other. I asked in the lightest tone of mine lying wrapped in his arms, tight and close.

"Mhm... Nahi." he said.

"Hmm.." I snuggled even closer to him, hiding myself in his embrace. He lay straight on his back and I again found my place over his heart. He pecked on my forehead and kept his lips stuck to them for long. I wrapped my hand around his broad chest still listening to his heartbeats.

"It was because of her that I forgot how much I loved you" after a long silent gap, in between the pretty sounds of the crickets from the garden down my balcony, he said something unsual.

"Her?" I asked still not moving an inch away.

"Sukriti, the girl I fell for the first time." he said and then I looked up to see him. He had been staring up at the ceiling. He found my my eyes looking at him. He told me about the bad past of his, about how his trust had been broken once, about how he had been left with a broken heart by someone he loved. He told me why the presence of Tushar near me made his blood boil. "I had never loved her. It was what I thought was love all along. It was when I met YOU that I knew what love is.. YOU made me feel complete, YOU made me happy. Your smile, your eyes, your face, your cuteness, your innocence, all of it.. Just YOU." Hearing what he had to say, I cried for him. I cried for the pain he went through. I tightened my grip around his shoulders wanting to comfort him. I cried on knowing what I meant to him. My hands reached up to his big face, cupping his cheeks in my tiny hands, I made him look at me, "I Love You." I said what he had been wanting to hear. He knew all of this but he wanted me to say it once again with my voice. I had said that once before but that wasn't the way he wanted it. He had read it on my face, in my eyes, from my actions quite a number of times but ever since he came back, he had been wanting to hear it out loud from me. A smile replaced the curve on his lips, he kissed my forehead again and pulled me closer to him. I cuddled in for a nice warm hug. The blanket over us worked not much efficiently because the heat from his body was enough to keep me warm in the cold chilly December night. I snuggled a bit more and my ears went back to hearing his heart beat and for a good night's sleep.

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Okay! Phew! Yikes!
This one was just because you said #soulsister no other reason would have made me write this again.
Eeeeeeeeep! Jeez! Don't tell me it's all vulgar! I tried a lot to not mention certain stuff which I for one, wouldn't like to read as a reader. I mean yeah.. I'd want but PaNi is something MaNan like and I would want to keep them as decent as I can.
Anyways I'm a 17 year old commener here trying to write something not so decent in a decent way soooooooo... *fingers crossed*
Hope it went good there?
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