"Aap... aapko pata tha?" Sameer was the first to find his voice.
"Tumhe kya laga? Beta, maine yeh baal dhoop mein safed nahi kiye hain." Bua dadi smirked at their stunned faces.
Naina wanted to run away to the room... only, she didn't know which room to go...
"Ab jaa apne kamre mein... mujhe apni neend kharab karne ka koi shauk nahi hai." Before Naina could utter a word, bua dadi was gone, shutting her door.
She looked at Sameer... he shrugged.
Staying in the same room was not new for them anymore, but in this house... while bua dadi was in the next room... Naina felt a bit awkward.
"Ismein itna sochne wali kya baat hai... agar hum shaadi ke baad kisi ke bhi ghar mein jayenge toh ek hi kamre mein rahenge na." He was not as hesitant as her, having recovered from the shock of bua dadi's words.
"Lekin Sameer, yahan... bua dadi ke ghar mein..." She wrenched her fingers.
He slid one arm around her waist, pulling her closer, "Kyon... yaad nahi yahan tum mera shirt utarwane ko taiyar ho gayi thi... button todne ke baad... aur mere bathroom mein nahane ka bahana bhi dhoond liya tha... woh toh main ghar pe nahi tha... warna tumhare iraade toh tab se nek nahi hain."
She looked at him, aghast at his twisted version.
"Maine... maine aisa kuch nahi kiya tha." She looked away indignantly, red faced.
"Nahi kiya tha?" He seemed to ponder, then leaned and whispered in her ear, "Toh ab kar do na... kisne roka hai."
This time she knew which room to run to... slipping away from his grip.
"Nainaa... suno toh... arre ruko toh..." He followed her, smirking.
She closed the door as soon as he entered. Hearing the sound, he turned... and was shocked to see her smiling against the bolted door.
"Arre waah... iss ghar mein kuch khaas hi baat hai... Mrs Maheshwari yahan aate hi rang badal leti hain... kya karne wali ho?" He crossed his arms, giving a crooked smile.
She walked towards him with a charming smile, "Yeh darwaza isliye band kiya jisse awaaz bahar na jaaye, jab tumhari pitaai ho."
He stepped back, horrified, "Naina, tum... tum meri pitaai karogi? Aaisa maine kya kiya?"
"Oh toh Mr Maheshwari ki yaddasht bhi kamzor ho gayi hai... yaad dilana padega." Her smile slowly faded.
"Tumhari wajah se kitni baar Phulla bua ke samne main sharm se paani ho jaati hun... kaun aaya tha uss raat kamre ke baahar... kaun lipstick ka nishan leke gaya unke saamne... kaun baar baar mera naam leke dhund raha tha mujhe?" She threw a deadly glance at him.
"Naina, yeh kya ho gaya tumhe? Bua dadi bas mazak kar rahi thi... usme kya hai? Unhone koi gussa thodi kiya tumhe... dekho yeh sab bhool jao... hamari shaadi ho chuki hai... kisi mazaak ko aise dil se nahi lagate." He held up his hands, trying to calm her.
"Sameer ke bachhe... tum kabhi apni harkaton se baaz nahi aa sakte?" She chased him as he ran around the bed.
"Suno Naina... arre baith ke baat karo na... yeh raat ko jogging kyon kara rahi ho." He kept giving her a slip.
"Pata hai ghar ki sabse badi hain bua dadi, aur unke saamne tumhe aise karna zaroori hai... kya sochengi woh hamare baare mein... main toh subah unse nazaren bhi nahi mila paungi." She frowned, still following him around the room.
He stopped suddenly... and she crashed into him. His arms went around her, holding safely to prevent her from falling.
"Tumhe pata hai na woh sirf chedti hain... fir itni pareshan kyon ho rahi ho... mujhe toh bada mazaa aata hai jab woh aisa kuch kehti hain... lagna bhi toh chahiye ki hamari nayi shaadi hui hai." He smoothed away the strays of hair from her face, talking in a soft voice.
