Chapter 4 Husband and Wife

The morning of Ahmedabad was usual as always. There was nothing new in that morning but this was a start of a new journey of two persons. If this was a new chapter of life's book of two different persons, then where one was so innocent to understand the depth of it, there the other one wanted to read every letter of it holding her closer. So, it was a morning of hope and support for those two. Hope of love and a new life while supporting each other in their every ups and downs. And in that beautiful morning that two persons were sleeping peacefully cocooned, no not in each other’s embrace, but in the warmth of their newly bounded beautiful relation. It might be that thread of acceptance between them, which worked on them sub consciously, and made them sleep closer to each other. A man who found his solace in the silky cascades of his girl and a woman who found her peace, when her man kept his hand on her arm, might be unknowingly. But peace on their faces was indescribable.

It was Muskaan, who opened her eyes at around 6:45. It took her pretty 5 minutes to understand her whereabouts and then the condition and her cheeks instantly go crimson when she realised the proximity she was in, with him. She wanted to turn and make a little distance, but when she jerked to turn a groan escaped from his mouth, she immediately held on and looked at him. Though he was in sleep and her hairs were not giving his proper view, so she leaned a little, looked at him carefully and then taking sigh slowly moved away. Even in sleep his lips curved into a small smile when her hairs slowly slide on his face. She sat and looked at him. Might be it was the first proper glance she was giving him. And his charming face, cute pout, and childlike smile made her smile too. And for once she might not believe on her destiny that made this charming man and this house belonged to her.

It might be the feeling of loss of her fragrance or warmth, that Kabeer woke up this early. Last some days of his life was so hectic that he couldn't even sleep properly. It was the first peaceful sleep after so long, so at first, he was not in mood to get up and rolled on, stretching the blanket. But the feeling of flower petals beneath and memory of last night made his lips instantly curved and he immediately opened his eyes to see the face of his beautiful wife. But she was not there.

His eyes narrowed and he thought," where is she." But before his thoughts proceeded, he noticed the sound of water from bathroom. "oh", his lips rounded in exclamation and he relaxed again on the bed. Just then he heard a click sound and bathroom door opened. Though he was awake but he had kept his one hand over his forehead, so it was difficult to know that he was awake.

Kabeer's all senses pushed sharply, when he got her first glimpse of morning. She came just after bath and deep essence of fresh lilies had melted in the atmosphere of room with her entrance. He inhaled sharply as wanted to feel every fragrance that came after touching her. She came and stood before dressing table. Kabeer was checking her every activity keenly but she was unaware of it. She was in blouse and underskirt, her hairs tied on a top knot to prevent from drenching, some drops of water were dripping from her small flicks of her hairs making him thirstier and her hands were holding her saree tight which was abruptly draped around her.

For once, Kabeer thought," she must not know how to drape a saree. But then what would she do now. Would she like if he helped her? But how could he helped her as he too didn't know how to drape sari."

He was engrossed to thinking of different scenarios but the scene was definitely different from his imaginations. She was about to open the sari but stopped, looked behind at him from the corner of her eyes to be assure that he was sleeping. Kabeer immediately closed eyes and pretended to sleep almost stopped his breaths. So, after being assure she opened her saree and started to drape it properly. Seeing her first opening the sari and then draping it, he almost lost all his senses. The mirror in front was giving him the ample view of forbidden territory of his wife. She tucked a corner on waist and took a round and her hands came behind to tuck it. Her every movement, every cuts and curves of her body, every dips and downs, he was looking at, without even blinking his eyes. Her petite slim figure, silky smooth skin and perfectly curved waist awaking some different sensations in his body.

Unknowingly his breaths got heavy and his heart pumped all this extra blood to a particular part of his body, that was already twitching and throbbing. For once he got ashamed of his own thoughts and condition but in the second moment his heart screamed, " she is your wife stupid. And this is her right. And yours too." before he could think anything more, her cute faces which she was making while choosing the right hair style and make up for herself forced him to smile on her innocence. And he locked all his desires in a corner of his heart thinking," there must be a day, when I could touch her, love her and feel her."

He turned and sat rubbing his eyes when she was giving a final touch to herself.

"Good morning", he said. Which she replied slowly and asked," you wake up this early every day."

“not really”, he smiled and replied.

“oh, then sorry to disturb you”.

“no, don’t be, I really don’t have any fix time to get up. It’s absolutely alright.”

“umm, you need something?”, Muskaan thought for a moment and asked him.

“yeah, coffee… but, how will you bring?” he replied softly.

“from kitchen… or where…”, she replied innocently.

“yeah, of course from kitchen, but how would you know that what kind of coffee I like?”, his voice turned into a teasing one.

Now Muskaan got perplexed and asked," oh yeah, right… so, now what.”

Kabeer chuckled on her cuteness,” don’t worry, Radhe will bring my coffee. You don’t bother."

“why Radhe… I should bring that for you, shouldn’t I… why would he...?” God knows what was it; jealousy or something else, but she puffed her mouth and said thoughtfully.

Kabeer smirked on this, thought for a moment, stood up and started taking slow steps towards him and said looking into her eyes," really… why so…"

“coz, you are my… “, But she stopped blushing.

“me what." He teased her.

Muskaan, who was caught by his gaze till then replied," coz, I am your..." But again, couldn't complete.

Kabeer reached so close to her now, leaned on her and asked whispering," you are my… what Muskaan. Say it…"

The way his deep husky voice tickled her soul, now it was difficult to reply so she took the root of escape and replied," no… nothing… let me tell Radhe to bring your coffee..."

Kabeer chuckled on her again and saw her back while she was leaving. Then suddenly he recalled something and called her," Muskaan, one minute."

She stopped and looked at him questioning. He gestured her for a minute and opened his cupboard. It took him pretty time to get boxes which he was searching for. Muskaan was folding the blanket and looking at him in between, when he gave him that boxes.

“what is this… for me... ", Her eyes glittered for a moment.

“of course, for you… open and see… actually I wanted to give in night only, but forgot. So….” Kabeer replied softly.