Thikaana

Eighty Two

As soon as Sana sat on the flush to pee, an unconscious sigh left her lips and she closed her eyes in relief. She couldn't believe it, any of it.

She still couldn't believe he was really here and so was she and all of this actually happened just now. The moment she started to pee, a wince left her lips making her realize that all of this really did happen and her lips curved up slightly, in relief. Her eyes instantly pooled up and she wanted to keep feeling that stinging because this stinging was proof of everything that they had just experienced.

The last half hour was constantly running through her mind and eyes and she wanted to just stop the time right here.

She was finally back home, here, with her Sidharth, back to her. She couldn't believe it. She slowly stood up and walked to the sink. The moment she looked up in the mirror, she wanted to cry.
Her face finally seemed like it had some color. She also thought of how she just stopped him from completely baring her. She wanted to cry and cry and just hide herself in his chest and ask for forgiveness.

He was just so perfect, the most perfect. He understood her without her even saying anything, just one look at her face, in her eyes, and he just knew.
He didn't once make it look like a big deal, he didn't once address it or make her uncomfortable or conscious in any way, in fact, he only loved her harder. Her Beautiful Sidharth.

She slowly blinked her eyes and let the tears flow down her cheeks. Her eyes roamed her entire face, her swollen lips, her neck, everywhere his lips had touched her just now. she wanted his lips to just stay on her skin and heal her inch by inch with his kisses.

She wiped her face and splashed some cold water on her face, pushing her hair back from her face. She wiped her face clean and slowly walked out of the bathroom.

The moment she opened the door and stepped outside, she wanted to scream in relief and happiness.

Her eyes saw how he was lying down on their bed, his face towards the ceiling, his eyes closed, one of his hands resting on his torso and his foot slightly moving. She bit her lip hard to stop herself from crying out loud.
This sight, this peace, this calm on his face and around them, she had longed so much for all of this. She had longed so much to see this sight.

He was here, right in front of her, she was here with him, back home. She closed the door slowly and took her slippers off as she walked towards the bed. The moment she closed the door, he opened his eyes and quickly turned his head to look at her.

"Aaja meri jaan, come here" he said softly as he sat up and extended his hand out for her to take.

Sana smiled softly at that. She wanted to keep listening to his voice addressing her with all the love he had.

"Araam se araam se" he said as he finally held her hand and lightly tugged at it.

His eyes were fixed on her face, waiting to see any pain or discomfort. He knew he had tired her out and her body wasn't ready for it right now. He felt terrible.

Sana slowly kept her knee on the mattress as she kept holding his hand and got up. a small wince left her lips and he was suddenly alerted.

"FUCKK. It hurts, doesn't it? Shit..I.. I'm so sorr"
Sana quickly looked up at him with her eyes wide, stopping him right there.

"Shhhh. Please..don't" she said as she quickly got up on bed and held him by his arms.

His eyes roamed her face as she sat in front of him, still on her knees. He cupped her face delicately and pushed the strands away from her forehead.

"Theek hai? Sana..I couldn't control...mene tujhe thaka dia" he said in such a small and conflicted voice as his dark eyes roamed every corner of her beautiful face.